The Power of the Purse
Jutoku Yoshimichi looked dressed better than your average peasant. Was way wealthier than your average peasant. In fact, was way wealthier than your average samurai and would have dressed better than your average samurai if there were not laws against him dressing better than your average samurai. Yet, in society, he was way below the samurai. And way below the peasants. Just above the Burakumin (you know, the nice folk dealing with interesting jobs like executing people and tanning and such) and these blasted foreigners.
Jutoku Yoshimichi was not happy with the setup, of course. And, he was not alone in this- other merchants felt this way as well. Considered parasites, for they were not producing anything. But gaining some sort of respect, for at least, they were wealthy parasites.
The industrialist
Today though, Yoshimichi was a peasant. Ok, at least he was dressed as one, as he was sipping tea in a quiet corner in a quiet, a bit rundown teahouse in a bit shady district in Kyoto. You know, the kind of teahouse where the owner knew that the popularity of the place depended on their bad memory and bad eyesight.
Your average small rundown teahouse
Just as hei had settled in, another man approached. Also dressed in peasant clothes and in addition, wearing a straw hat that covered his face. You know, the Japanese equivalent of raincoat and sunglasses. He gazed curiously under the hat- and forze. Then, kind of panicked, trying to decide between standing up and kneeling on the floor.
The other man held out his hand, and said: “Jin. Just Jin.”
Then he sat, opposite Yoshimichi.
“I heard you wanted to speak to Me,” Jin said.
“Jin,” Jutoku Yoshimichi said, trying to put as much respect into the word as he could and make a slight bow. “I am Jutoku Yoshimichi, merchant and owner of several textile manufactories in Kyoto.”
“I know who you are,” replied Jin.
“And I represent several like-minded merchants in Nippon,” Yoshimichi continued. “There are a few of us. More textile manufacturers, both in Kyoto and Kyushu. Glass manufacturers in Shikoku and Chukoku. Furniture producers in Tohoku. And such.”
“And what do you, Jutoku Yoshimichi, the textile manufacturer, and your buddies, want from Me?” Jin asked.
“It is about the future of our beloved Nippon, of course,” Jutoku Yoshimichi replied.
“Of course. What else? But what about the future of Nippon?”
Yoshimichi hesitated. Then, he opened his mouth. “Jin, the current situation in Nippon is not a rosy one. Stagnation, starvation, small-scale riots. Our current methods aren’t enough to feed the population or warm them or to clothe them. At the same time, the Shogun and daimyos are unwilling to make any changes. Ienari Tokukagawa is old, set in his ways. An arrogant wastrel. And his son and heir, Ieyoshi, has trouble finding his pants. Literally.”
Shogun Ienari Tokugawa and his heir apparent. Ieyoshi the pantless.
“Meanwhile, the countries far West are changing. Employing new technologies for farming, doing mass-scale manufacturing. They are becoming more powerful, while we are doing our best to keep still...”
“Oh yes, one of my cour.. friends, told me that he had witnessed by his own eyes how the Dutch removed themselves from the shackles of wind,” Jin muttered, half to himself. They, he gazed at Jutoku Yoshimichi and asked. “Well, you have told Me what you don’t like about Nippon. You have not told Me about the future of Nippon as I asked...”
Dreamily, Jutoku Yoshimichi gazed somewhere distant. “A future of Nippon. Without the power of Shogun. Without authority of daimyos. A future where the rightful Yamato Emperor rules over us all,” he said, dreamily.
“And a future when a man is free to make his own fortune,” he added.
“Are you suggesting a revolution? A coup? A rebellion?” Jin inquired.
Jutoku Yoshimichi looked shocked. “No, no, Jin, I can assure you, nothing of a sort. We are merchants, not fighters- if we go to the field, we will surely lose. In addition, wars tend to disturb trade and make us poorer- and unable to pay for the rebellion.”
“How then, pray tell me, do you plan to do it?”
“With the power of the purse. Purse can buy you influence. Purse can gain you laws, officials, institutions. Despite their talks about honor, samurai and daimyos are not above petty bribes...” he replied, with a small smirk.
He continued: “Currently, Nippon is set in a way that almost every law is set to add to the power of daimyos. They control the military, the peasants, they own the land. I suggest we go for their power- slowly, mind you- and at the same time, try to build a new competing power base that is based on a purse, not land. And while doing so, drive a wedge between the shogun and daimyos, making the shogun distrust his base of power.”
“So, in your mind, how will it end?” asked Jin.
“With the shogun resigning, for he has no power left. With the daimyos disbanding their troops, for they have no means to support them left. With the Emperor finally becoming the power in the land of Nippon and leading this country to the new era of prosperity...”
“While you and your buddies getting rich during the process?” Jin asked
Not even trying to look ashamed, Jutoku Yoshimichi just smiled and bowed slightly. “That is the intention, Jin.”
“Just,” he added after a short pause. “Making us rich will make everyone wealthier. We provide stable jobs, not dependent on weather or crops. We will produce items of quality with much lower prices, so everyone can afford them. We will make Nippon an economic powerhouse in progress.”
“You seem to have quite a thought-out plan,” said Jin, thoughtfully. “What do you need Me though?”
“We have our purses and our influence, sure,” replied Jutoku Yoshimichi: “But our influence is nothing compared to yours.”
“I lack the power,” said Jin, with a sad tone. “There are spies of shogun everywhere...”
Jutoku Yoshimichi reached into his pocket, grabbed a small piece of paper and grinning, albeit very respectfully, handed it to Jin. “The list of spies, Jin”
Jin grabbed the paper, eyes widened. He combed through the list, mumbling to himself: “I knew it, him. Oh no, not him too? Her, I didn’t even suspect,”
Then, he gazed at Jutoku Yoshimichi. “How?” he asked, voice full of amazement.
“Power of the purse,” Jutoku Yoshimichi smiled. “Combined with a slight gambling habit of one of shogun’s men...”
“We have to be very careful,” said Jin. Kind of implying that he agreed.
“Believe me, your head is attached safely to your shoulder,” replied Jutoku Yoshimichi. “Ours aren’t. We are very well aware of this fact, and we are quite fond of our heads...”
Jin just nodded. “And when is the famed date? When the shogun resigns and the Emperor takes over?”
Jutoku Yoshimichi smiled sadly. “I’m afraid this is a slow-cooking revolution, Jin. I expect to see first results in a few years, but we are talking at least a decade when we manage to push shogun and daimyos apart and perhaps another decade until the power of the shogun is grinded to dust.”
Jin looked shocked. “Two decades? I might not even live that long...”
“Might be that me neither,” replied Jutoku Yoshimichi. “But look at it this way- Sengoku Jidai, the time of Warring States, lasted for 150 years. And we are making a bloodless revolution, not a bloody civil war. We shall overthrow the shogun and leave the country richer in progress. A revolution unlike any other.”
Jin nodded. Then, he stood up. “I have nothing to lose, and much to gain. I’m in.”
With that , he left. Leaving behind Jutoku Yoshimichi, pretty dumbfounded by the fact that he had called Ninko-tennō Jin, just Jin. And that he was still the proud owner of his head.
A man with title, but no power
As for the future of Japan, it changed forever after this little meeting.