Yan's foreign relatives, give Da Yan a little Xuanwu Gate shock

Fanzu Mingle raised his glass and subconsciously wanted to say something, but suddenly he felt a hand reaching into his underwear and resting on his thigh, and his body suddenly stiffened.

"Wait, don't touch..."

"Keep this up for five minutes. It's a punishment."

Yuan Congqian had a righteous look on his face. He also picked up a glass of wine and drank it after having Qixing Longyuan test it to see if there was any problem.

He is trying his best to help the Yan State delegation regain their lost ground in his own way, and the truth behind it is heartwarming.

Fanzu Mingle didn't dare to take the hand off his leg, and could only beg: "Can the punishment be changed? It would be better if you add more silver to the fifth article of the treaty. Five minutes is too long..."

"You don't even want to call me Master."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fanzu Mingle felt Yuan Congqian exerting force, and he grabbed him hard.

"Woo——"

Fanzu Mingle could only let out a cry of grief as if he were trapped in a cage. He was a daimyo, so why did he become his plaything?

The body of the Agor people rejected the demonic collapse paradigm more than Yuan Congqian had imagined. To use the words of a netizen in the previous life, she couldn't stand it if she just went up and buckled.

In the first minute, Fanzu Mingle, who had secretly rubbed his thighs before Yuan Congqian came, couldn't stand it anymore.

A strange feeling that he had never experienced before kept pouring into his mind from below, and the idea of ​​compromising that he had finally constructed under Yuan Congqian's pressure was completely destroyed.

In the second minute, Miss Daming began to beg Yuan Congqian for any amount of silver he asked for, and she was willing to provide evidence that the government helped her murder the descendants of Hozumi Munechika and directly confiscate their family property.

In the third minute, the gills on both sides of her cheeks began to open and close. She had no choice but to put down the wine glass, lie on the table, and bury her face in it to cover up the tiny sounds she couldn't help making.

In the fourth minute, Miss Daiming was no longer able to speak. She seemed to be forcibly enduring something, her breathing became heavier, her legs were tightly clamped together, and her tail was flying up and down.

In the fifth minute, just before Fanzu Mingle was about to scream, Yuan Congqian took his hand away. It was like a glass of water that stopped abruptly before being filled, about to be full but not quite.

"Look at what I'm doing, the five minutes are over."

"..." Fanzu Mingle slowly climbed up from the table, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, as if she had just cried. Her mouth opened and closed, and Poole trembled all over.

It was only five minutes, but to Miss Daming, time seemed to stand still and the days seemed like years.

Moreover, Fanzu Mingle did not vent like he did last night. Since he wanted her to experience this kind of punishment, why did he stop here? He must know the limit of his endurance.

This feeling of failing at the last hurdle made her even more uncomfortable.

A string of foam was pasted on the table and shattered. Fanzu Mingle's eyes moved and he said with difficulty: "Someone is coming. Don't sit next to me. If you don't want to send troops to destroy the city directly, you still have to avoid the sight of idle people..."

Yuan Congqian cried his ass off, and she is still reminding herself now.

"It seems that you have a lot of office work to do every day."

Yuan Congqian returned to stand opposite Miss Daming.

Fanzu Mingle reached out her hand, clenched her fist repeatedly, and tried to lower the machine beside the curtain. When she pulled down the curtain, she failed several times before she finally lowered the layers of gauze to separate the light between her and Yuan Congqian.

Of course, this kind of curtain can only protect gentlemen who abide by the rules. If Yuan Congqian really wants to go in, Fanzu Mingle can't stop him.

"Damingdian." A female voice that sounded young came.

"Come in."

It sounded like Fanzu Mingle had been sorted out, and there was no abnormality in the sound.

The sound of the fish's tail hitting the tatami also became much quieter.

The person who came was a Volper with many tails, like a bigger Miss Linglan. She looked less than half the height of Yuan Congqian, but her long, thick golden hair was like a waterfall, flowing down her golden nine tails into many tributaries.

"Daimyo-dono, the ten-month share of the miko's sacred wine is ready. After the extra magic treatment at night, it is now fully fermented and meets your requirements."

Her eyes were round and she was humming a song as she took out two jars of the lovely Wolper witch's chewed sake.

"Put it down." Fanzu Mingle said softly.

Chewing rice wine is a very ancient and primitive winemaking method. It is made by chewing rice as koji and fermenting it with saliva. In the East, the chewing wine of the witch is a very precious wine and is a sacrificial wine that must be regularly offered as tribute to the East Emperor.

As for whether the saliva of the cute fox priestess and the chewed sake taste good, only the Great God who receives the sacrifice knows. The nobles of the East Country actually dislike these products that are fermented with human saliva as koji.

Priest Wolper bowed respectfully, ignored Yuan Congqian, and slowly left Fanzu Mingle's palace.

"Which shrine is this from?"

"Kamo Taisha? I forgot. Although they are the bloodline of the Omikawa shogunate, the Nine-tailed Golden Mask, they do not have any special Yin-Yang magic, and do not have the authority to open a shrine in Ouchi."

Fanzu Mingle was a little confused. Could it be that Yuan Congqian still wanted to covet the priest?

It shouldn't be the case. With his identity and status in Yan Country, he wouldn't be short of women.

"She looks innocent and likable. I don't think there is anyone among the common people who dislikes such a little girl who doesn't belong to the public. What do you think of using one of them as deputies of the Customs Collection Department?"

"Using this kind of child to win the hearts of the people?"

"Who can resist such a cute Wolper girl holding rice and distributing canned luncheon meat door to door?"

"......Anyway, I have no right to object. If you want to find a spokesperson who is easy to control, just find one." Fanzu Mingle imagined the scenario described by Yuan Congqian. It could only be said that it was a bit interesting. She could not quite understand the essence of it.

She had just convened several family heads to discuss the terms of the Yandong Treaty. When it came to trade with Yan, they all rushed to ask her to agree to all the demands of the Yan people without waiting for Fanzu Mingle to respond, and they couldn't wait to go to Yan tonight.

"Da Ming Palace, these Yan Guorong who came here are all good people. We were trying to enter Yan Guo but were not allowed to, but they took the initiative to send us here. It's just a small amount of customs duties, and Daming Palace doesn't need them, so what if we let the Yan Guo people take care of it?"

These were the exact words of a family head, who was so angry that Fanzu Mingle ate two more bowls of breakfast.

It was obvious that I had exchanged interests with them, and it was me who helped promote several families who helped seize the throne. I was also the lord and daimyo they were nominally loyal to. So how come they were so enthusiastic towards Yuan Congqian when he had only been here for one day?

She is not as good as Yuan Congqian in controlling the local families and the lower-class civilians. What is the difference between her and a plaything in his palm!

Chapter 200: Eliminate the Warriors and Station the Dongyan Army

Before the golden nine-tailed fox had gone far, it received news from the eunuchs in the palace.

"Priest, Fanzu Palace invites you to come to Hanguang Palace."

"Eh?" Nine-Tailed Wolper blinked.

In a palace modeled after the Hanguang Palace.

The eaves are spread out, and the hall is bright. The white walls and green tiles are surrounded by greenery, and Ukiyo-e is dotted in it, adding a bit of weirdness that doesn't quite match this Yanguo-style palace. In a corner of the palace, incense is burning lightly, and the ancient charm is long.

Representatives from several major families in Fanzu Domain met the protagonist of this event, the Yan Kingdom delegation.

The female official had already handed the sample text of the treaty to the representatives and began to read out the sample text of the "Treaty of Fanzu" that had already been discussed and studied countless times by the family leaders.

Except for the supplier of the miko's kuchikam sake, all the representatives from the East Country were silently flipping through the example texts.

As long as they do not raise any objections, they can sign the "Military Secret Compensation Treaty" which they internally call the "Fanzu Treaty" here today, and the door of the East Country will be actually opened by the Yan Country from then on.

"First, the Duke of Yan is allowed to stay in Fanzu and set up a consulate and open a trading company."

"First, the people of Yan can freely travel and trade to the interior of the East through Fanzu Domain."

"First, when Yan citizens become defendants in civil or criminal lawsuits in Fanzu Domain, Fanzu Domain should contact Yan and send the citizens back to Yan for trial in both countries. Fanzu Domain does not have the power to try and convict on the mainland."

"1. A Customs Collection Office shall be set up for Yanguo business, directly under the jurisdiction of the daimyo. The leader of the Customs Collection Office shall not be a native of the East except Yanguo. The Customs Collection Office shall have the power to carry out relief activities in Hoshiba Domain without the order of Suokawa."

"First, the Fanzu Domain will pay compensation to Yan Country for the loss of its special arrow technology before 1056..."

After listening to the five points proposed by the daimyo's court lady, they actually felt much calmer than they had imagined.

The four articles of consulates, tourism and trade, extraterritoriality and compensation seem to be a harbinger of Fanzu's loss of power and humiliation of the country, and its fall into the hands of Yan State. In fact, they are of no harm to the officials who rule this mobile city.

The so-called Yan people are not subject to the method of sailing feet is just talk.

In fact, they are not restricted by the laws of Fanzu, and they are still more honorable than the people of Yan in Fanzu. As long as the people of Yan don't ride on their heads, it's fine. In the face of the benefits of cross-sea trade that can be seen with the naked eye, these are nothing.

The Yan people are certainly not stupid. The more rights the Fanzu Treaty gives them, the more cautious they will be. If the government really takes it back in the name of extraterritoriality, the benefits of maritime trade will definitely be out of their reach. This is the most difficult thing for Yan merchants to accept. Extraterritoriality is still their insurance at this stage.

"Regarding Article 4, the Customs Collection Department, could you please explain it in detail, Daimyo-dono?"

An Eastern noble stood up and looked at the female official. "What do you mean by carrying out relief activities in Hoashi Domain without the order of Suokawa? Can we participate in the affairs of the customs agreement? And what does the so-called relief activities mean?"

"Relief activities refer to the support provided by Yan Country to the recipients in terms of materials, logistics, and personal rights based on humanitarianism in the East Country in accordance with the Terra Human Rights Guidelines issued by the International Columbia."

The female official answered his questions in a formal manner.

It seemed like an answer, but also like no answer at all.

"Sorry, please use more specific language."

This answer obviously cannot satisfy the nobles' confusion and puzzlement about the future situation of the Hoashi domain.

"Take the Hoashi Domain as an example. Who are the targets of the relief activities? Am I to understand that Yan Country has ignored the people who really need relief in Ursus, and instead has divided and divided the common people in the Hoashi Domain who do not need relief?"

"I can understand Terra's human rights code, but I can't understand the mentality of the Yan people who want to carry out a human rights movement in the land of the East. Isn't it enough for the ignorant common people to be serfs and the public nobles to trade? So what if serfs exist? Ursus also has serfs. Does it prevent them from becoming a powerful country in Terra?"

This question, which did not conceal his true thoughts, drew nods and approval from many nobles.

They really thought so, and they were not afraid that the Yan people would leak these words and what kind of impact it would have on their rule. In the East Country, even children on the street knew the nobility of the Fanzu family and other families.

"Ursus is an uncivilized barbarian. Are you the same?"

Yuan Congqian's light words directly blocked all the arguments of the Eastern nobles who also belonged to the Yanguo cultural circle. If possible, he wanted to throw Victoria's "The Wealth of Nations" on their heads.

The slave-based production relations of the East Country were too backward. The East Country nobles had no idea how valuable these young and strong laborers were in the early industrial society. However, the officials of the Yan Country knew how to exploit them in the most convenient way.

That means they treat you as a slave, but they don't take care of your food, drink, life or death like a slave master.

The nobles of the Eastern Kingdom were not afraid of Yuan Congqian talking to them about international morality, but they were afraid of Yuan Congqian talking to them about classics, history, and literature. It was normal to be excluded from the core circle, but if they were expelled from the ranks of moral countries by Yuan Congqian, the nobles of the Eastern Kingdom would be very uncomfortable. In a sense, mastering the culture of the Yan Kingdom was also one of the foundations of their inheritance.

Therefore, the nobles of the Eastern Kingdom gave in: "The Eastern Kingdom has its own national conditions. How can we want to mess with the lower-class common people who are like weeds? We only hate that the samurai families control violence, and they also control the most serfs."

Now it’s time for Yuan Congqian to say what he wanted them to say.

The production relations of slave society affect all aspects of the East Country. However, in the most feudal and capital-free remote towns of the Yan Country, from the perspective of production relations, it is a feudal system with a certain actual master-slave relationship, rather than a slave system.

During the Southern Song Dynasty, when the ugliest slave-keeping culture reached its peak, the literati and officials had to pretend to improve the living standards of slaves: it was never too much to have too many maids, as long as they were taught to spin and weave, so that they could wear clothes; it was never too much to have too many servants, as long as they were taught to farm, so that they could feed themselves.

"Then eliminate the samurai class and make them join the civilian class."

Yuan Congqian snapped his fingers, very satisfied with the submission of the Eastern nobles: "They have neither distinguished blood nor outstanding wisdom. What qualifications do they have to represent the nobles of Fanzu Domain to enslave the common people of the Eastern Kingdom?"

Obviously, the East Country cannot be completely changed, but it can be optimized. For example, the warrior class representing violence can be optimized to reduce the profit of middlemen, and then the lack of violence can be replaced by Yan Country.

"The warrior class, eliminated?"

The Eastern nobles' faces changed. "In fact, the samurai also belong to many of our families. Does Yuan want us to attack ourselves? Then who will be responsible for maintaining the daily order of the Fanzu Domain? How can we protect ourselves?"

"We, Yan Nation, are here to protect you."

Yuan Congqian smiled innocently, but the words he said made the Eastern nobles shudder.

One thing leads to another, it turns out that the other party had already prepared a countermeasure and was waiting for him here!

Chapter 201: Destroying You, What Does It Have to Do with You?

Yuan Congqian played one card after another.

There are two kinds of samurai in Fanzu Domain. One is the landlord samurai and noble samurai that Yuan Congqian saw outside the city, and the other is the family samurai who are full-time guards and usually have a certain status.

Theoretically speaking, the landlord samurai also belonged to the family samurai of the Hozuki clan, and whether Hozuki Akira could be transferred or not was another matter.

How to liberate the serfs and keep the income of the nobles of the East unchanged? Just destroy the huge landlord warrior class in the middle.

What if the warrior class is eliminated and the defense force is lacking? Isn't there still the enthusiastic business partner Da Yan? Besides, Yuan Congqian didn't eliminate their own family warriors.

The United States will protect its business partners, whether they need this protection or not.

"The current supply of agricultural labor in Fanzu Domain far exceeds the actual demand. However, due to factors such as malnutrition and poor living space, the labor force in the East Country is affected. Often, it takes several people to do the work of an ordinary farmer in Dahuang City."

Yuan Congqian enthusiastically helped the East Kingdom nobles present to calculate this account, "In the short term, this will indeed make the East Kingdom civilians run around to maintain the stability of the city. But in the long run, the industrialization of the Fanzu Domain has been constantly dragged down, and the consequences are endless."

"Yuan Dian, what is labor? What are productivity and production relations? The so-called slavery, is it the well-field system that the ancient sages called? Is it wrong to say that the well-field system and the well-off society are also wrong?"

The nobles simply couldn't understand his plain language.

The vernacular words brought by the New Culture Movement could not be spread to the East, where the pronunciation was different. They could only use similar classical Chinese words as much as possible to roughly understand Yuan Congqian's meaning.

"To put it simply, you are sitting on a mountain of gold but don't even realize it. The core circle countries have already reached an industrialized society. The existence of mobile cities shows that there is an industrial foundation. The civilians should be liberated from the exhausting agricultural activities and sent to factories..."

"Where is the gold mountain?" the noble suddenly got excited.

Looking at this group of insects, Yuan Congqian was speechless.

If the city's samurai class were not easier to bully than the nobles, and it was not convenient to deal with these nobles from the East Country now, he would have already sent these two groups of people to Dayan to mine.

But they couldn't escape either. Once they were fooled into giving up most of their warriors and only keeping their family's private army, if they didn't do their job well, they would be the next to be liquidated.

Yuan Congqian called Fan Zu Weiyi and asked him to repeat his meaning verbatim. The nobles seemed to be thinking about something.

Nothing else matters. What matters is that Yuan Congqian guarantees that they will have high tax income, and the daimyo also states that she will not touch their existing noble status.