The Ming Dynasty took an unconventional approach

This cannot be considered a city because after entering the pass, you will find that there are no walls on the other three sides.

There are fields and paths inside, and it looks like a complete rural area.

It looks more like a village.

The road is a dirt road with farmland on both sides and houses further away.

The houses were not arranged in any regular pattern, one on the east and one on the west. When I got closer, I found that the widest road was very flat, unlike the dirt road just after the checkpoint, where I could see three or five pits at a glance.

Once we entered the main road, there were more people.

There are signs hanging on the houses, either with Chinese characters or symbols.

The most common ones are "食" and "当". The symbols can also be understood at a glance. The one with a bowl is a restaurant, and the one with a wine jug is a tavern...

Most of the houses here are made of wood, and even if they are made of earth, the colors are very different from those in the Central Plains and have a very exotic feel.

What made them feel the most different was that after entering here, everyone they saw was wearing clogs.

Whether men or women, the sound of clicking came into their ears from different places.

The group then had the feeling, “Oh, we are going abroad.”

Although they had entered Japan for some time, they saw that most people were barefoot or wearing straw sandals.

I didn't feel it deeply before, but now I think about it suddenly, Pan Yun realized that only people like Kenjin Ichijo wore wooden clogs, and 0.1% of the civilians I saw at the Kochi Prefecture Pier and Nosaka Port were barefoot, % wore straw sandals, and the remaining % were people like the Motoyama family and the local tyrants, who dragged wooden clogs and clattered...

Pan Yun's gaze fell on the feet of the people here, and then looked up from the feet little by little.

I found that the people here wear longer pants and skirts, and their sleeves are also long, which can completely wrap the body.

The colors of the clothes are also brighter than in places I've been to before, and you can see several colors.

Pan Yun concluded: "The people here are very wealthy and live a good life."

Ichijo Jianren came over quickly, bowed and said, "Sir, I have found the inn, please follow me."

Wang Cong had just learned the tricks of finding accommodation here from Yitiao Jianren, and couldn't help but pull Tao Yanbai to whisper: "We are not staying in an ordinary inn..."

Tao Yanbai: "What inn is that?"

"There is no sign that it is an inn. I think it is just like renting a house," Wang Cong said. "There is no sign and no one is welcoming. It turns out that you can find a place that way..."

According to Yitiao Jianren, most of the inns here are like this.

Because there are so many people coming here to burn incense and pray, local people will use their own houses, or simply build another one, to rent specifically for people who come to burn incense and pray.

Many local nobles and military families were involved, so there was no pretext, no taxes, and no one checked.

Yitiao Jianren knew that Pan Jun was not short of money, and seeing her food and clothing along the way, he felt that she was richer than the most noble lady he had ever seen, so he chose the best.

The best is a large yard with houses on all four sides.

The courtyard was also equipped with carriages, servants and kitchen chefs.

People living in the courtyard can order the servants around at will and ask them to do anything. During their stay, they will obey the tenants' orders.

It's all included in the room rate.

The kitchen can also be used at will, but if the ingredients are not provided, the chef in the kitchen will purchase and prepare them, and you will need to pay for the dishes separately.

Pan Yun glanced at the menu and the prices, then casually returned it to Yi Tiao Jianren and sat cross-legged at the main table: "Ask the cooks and servants to leave. No strangers should be allowed in this courtyard."

Ichijo Kenjin bowed and agreed.

Pan Yun called the three leaders of the captives. The old man was called Fujiyoshi, without a surname. He was 48 years old this year, short and a little hunched. He represented the middle-aged and elderly men among the captives. The woman was called Chiyo. She was in her prime, 21 years old, and represented the women among the captives.
The twelve-year-old boy is called Dagong Jiuzang, and he has no surname. Dagong is his father’s occupation, a carpenter, and Jiuzang is his name.

Among the sixty-nine prisoners, only five had surnames.

They didn't look very smart, so Pan Jun didn't like them.

Pan Yun called the three people over and assigned them tasks. Those who were supposed to clean the yard did so, those who were supposed to cook cooked, and those who were supposed to go out to gather information went out to gather information...

The three of them were very excited. Besides pushing the wheelbarrow, they could finally do other things, which meant that their owner trusted them more.

As the three bowed and left, they heard Pan Yun praising Yitiao Jianren: "You did a great job. I like this courtyard very much. Did you get the information I asked you to find out?"

The three of them raised their heads slightly. Chiyo looked at Kenji Ichijo with envy, while Fujiyoshi and Hisazo glanced at him unwillingly.

They could obviously do these things, and do them better, but he took them all away from them.

Ichijo Kenjin bowed his head and said respectfully: "It's all my job, as long as you are satisfied."

"Have you found out what I asked you to find out?"

Ichijo Kenjin: "I haven't heard of any Han Chinese or Shinto coming here..."

Pan Yun frowned slightly.

Ichijo Kenjin paused and said, "But I heard that two very powerful doctors came to treat Mori Shinsuke and were welcomed to live in Ichibata Temple."

Pan Yun sat up straighter: "Miracle doctor?"

Ichijo Kenjin: "Yes, it is said that he is a miracle doctor who is even more powerful than Master Baohai."

Pan Yun became interested: "Who is Maori Shinsuke? What disease does he have?"

Mori Shinsuke was the head of the local powerful Mori clan. He was just 38 years old this year, but he was sick, and very seriously ill.

He has been looking for a famous doctor for two years, but has not found one who can cure his illness.

Master Baokai of Ichibata Temple was famous for his medical skills, so a year ago, Mori Shinsuke came to live here. It is said that he was about to die when he came here, and it was Master Baokai who saved his life.

But Baohai couldn't cure him, he just saved his life temporarily.

"I can't find out the names of the two doctors who came this time, but they are very powerful. As soon as they arrived, Ichibata Temple and the Mori family treated them as honored guests. In order to please the two, the Mori family even sent people down the mountain to purchase fine cloth to make clothes for them."

"Both of these divine doctors are men?"

"No, I learned from the cloth shop that it should be a man and a woman."

Pan Yun even more suspected that it was her third senior brother and fourth senior sister.

Pan Yun waved at Yitiao Jianren and looked outside.

Her eyes passed over the trees and mountains and fell on the vermilion eaves in the darkness. She decided to go and take a look tonight.

The slaves worked quickly and soon prepared the meal for the adults.

Pan Yun called everyone over to eat, and then asked them to go downstairs to make their own food: "There is well water in the yard. If possible, boil some hot water to wash your body, which can prevent diseases."

And keep them well fed.

When it comes to food, Pan Yun has always been generous and provided enough food along the way.

Perhaps because they were well fed, even though the slaves were frightened along the way and had experienced several battles, they did not get sick at all and were extremely healthy.

Chen Liutao watched the slaves leave, then turned to ask Pan Yun, who was sitting in the upper seat: "Master Pan, are you sure you want to take them as slaves?" (End of this chapter)