Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Chapter 63 Water Palace Dragon Boat, Emperor Myth

There are thousands of miles of blue waves, and the green hills hold Dai.On a sunny day, the lakes and mountains in the south of the Yangtze River recede slowly.

Murong Fu and the others took a five-foot-long boat, roughly equivalent to a luxury cruise ship in this era, so they spent hundreds of taels of silver to rent it.

The cabin is very large, except for the servants, everyone who travels with him has his own room.

It has been two days, and Murong Fu is still reminiscing about that night, Wang Yuyan's lingering green hair, like water and tenderness.

He sighed softly.

No wonder the old saying often says that the gentle township is the tomb of heroes.A real hero has to be defeated by the beauty Haitang Chunshui and Lihua Daiyu's coquettish posture, let alone a fake hero of myself, according to this, his martial arts should belong to the style of the ancient tomb school.

He laughed at himself, he really has nothing to do with the word "great ambition", if he insists on this, he is more like a mule, driven by a whip called fate, and has to go forward.

Before leaving, he specifically asked Deng Baichuan to pay attention to whether he could acquire assets such as mines near Gusu.

Deng Baichuan was shocked.

It's not that the Murong family can't afford the money, but because the Murong family has been operating assets such as inns, teahouses, banks, and farms. In the words of later generations, the main business scope is the primary industry and the tertiary industry. .

According to the theories of some masters in the Song Dynasty, the tertiary industry can maximize economic benefits. Only when the proportion of the tertiary industry is larger in a country can it prosper and prosper, and the country is rich and the people are strong.Even a few high-spirited people who have gone crazy have proposed to abandon agriculture and rely on imports for all food, and the whole people will invest in the tertiary industry.

This theory has belonged to the bible written in textbooks for many years. No one has questioned its correctness for many years. I don’t know if it has been changed now, and the face of the expert is swollen.

In short, things like mining are thankless and wasteful.

If it weren't for the gentlemen who eat some fireworks in the world, they wouldn't even want to plant land.

In the past, Murong Fu read Li Shen’s poem “Compassion for Peasants” in which he hypocritically sympathized with the peasants. The opening line reads: Plant a grain of millet in the spring, and harvest ten thousand seeds in the autumn. Well, a single ear of rice will not exceed [-] seeds. This is the case that modern rice seeds have been optimized and optimized, and it will only be lower in ancient times.Moreover, rice is not planted in spring and harvested in autumn. It is planted in spring and harvested in summer. If it can be done as the author writes, then no farmer will starve to death.

As a result, Murong Fu didn't get a single point for the poetry appreciation question that the Chinese teacher called a point-giving question.

Although a certain angry youth later realized that millet and rice are not the same thing, it is also right to eat duck eggs by oneself.

The water surface where Murong Fu and others are now is the predecessor of the famous "Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal" in history. It is now called the Bian River, a river that led to the demise of the Sui Dynasty in textbooks.

The famous poem "Bianhe Nostalgia" written by Pi Rixiu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, was dubbed Yang Guang's hat as a tyrant through the ages.If there is no dragon boat event in the water palace, there will not be much meritorious deeds of Gong Yu.

Today, after hundreds of years, this river is still the lifeline of the Song Empire, undertaking the task of transporting grain to Bianliang, Tokyo, the heart of the empire.

Due to years of dredging, the Bianhe River, which was blue and blue for thousands of miles, has become a jade belt, like a thin and dry old man, desperately supporting the livelihood of a large family, and trying his best to maintain the brilliance of a home.

When Murong Fu saw the thin, um, let's call it Dahe for the first time, he couldn't help laughing.It is really hard to accept that the lifeline of the legendary Song Dynasty, which is rich and prosperous, is actually such a shallow river.

According to the normal historical trajectory, all the singing and dancing will be paused on that afternoon more than [-] years later, and then restarted on the shore of West Lake until the end of the dynasty's life.

When Wanli Cheshu is confused, is there any other border in the south of the Yangtze River?

Raise millions of troops to the West Lake, and immediately reach the first peak of Wushan!
What a gold and iron horse, full of murderous aura!
After recovering martial arts, Murong Fu, out of simple national consciousness, really thought about spending some effort, going to the white mountains and black waters of Changbai Mountain, and killing Wanyan Aguda directly before he has grown up.In this way, after the Yongjia Rebellion, there will be no second disaster in the Central Plains and Shenzhou land sinking.

He even thought that he might as well be a little more courageous, take advantage of Zhao Ji's soft bastard who is still a brat, sneak into the palace with lightness kung fu, and kill him with a six-meridian sword, which can be regarded as a benefit to the common people in the world.

But even if there is no Wanyan Aguda and Wanyan Agudo, there is no Wanyan Agudo and Wanyan Honglie, all kinds of so-called barbarians grow up, and when the time is right, they will naturally mount their horses and cross the Great Wall pass. Oh, I almost forgot, because the Song Dynasty was too frustrated, the Great Wall is not in the Song Dynasty.

Well, let’s pass through the passes, such as Yanmen Pass, Niangzi Pass, and Dashan Pass, all kinds of passes called the keys of mountains and rivers, and use their iron hooves to crush this so-called splendid and prosperous age, Huahua Jiangshan.

I forgot that the Murong family's own ancestors were also of the so-called Xianbei bloodline, the purest kind, which was 600 years old, much purer than the 300-year-old Zhenghuangqi aunt.

But in the past 600 years, after dozens of generations, how much of the so-called Xianbei blood is left in the body?

Murong Fu thought that if he didn't learn Chinese characters, but only spoke and wrote Xianbei dialect, he would be able to retain a trace of his homeland's legacy.

But where are the books written in Xianbei? After 600 years, where are the Xianbei people?
There is only a genealogy of the old Baba, a jade seal that has been wrapped up by dozens of generations, so that the heirs of the Murong family can take it out in the middle of the night to have a look, smell it, and relive the short-lived glory of the past .

Even if he killed Zhao Ji himself, so what?If an artist dies by his own sword, there will be countless carpenters, flower and bird craftsmen, and immortal cultivators sitting on that throne, bringing endless pain to their respective times with their various ways.

Even if the person sitting on that throne is himself, can he guarantee to be an emperor who truly benefits the common people?Can future generations after thousands of years know that he is also a good emperor who cares about all people through a few words in the pile of old papers?

He smiled wryly and shook his head. At his own level, if he really wanted to become an emperor, he might break the record of the shortest-lived dynasty in history, and he might not even be as good as Yang Guang of the Dragon Boat in the Water Palace.

After all, I can be regarded as a good person at best, but a good person often cannot be a good emperor.

This is the era, a thing that makes countless true heroes helpless and sigh.

Not to mention myself as a false hero.

He felt a deep sense of powerlessness, which was stronger than when he faced Jiumozhi's Flame Saber and Zhe Luoxing's Great Vajra Fist alone.

But his meditation could only be interrupted, because at this moment, the big ship bumped into something and stopped.

(End of this chapter)