Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Chapter 64 The Tracker on the Bian River
When Murong Fu came to the deck, the others were already there.

"Second Brother Gongye, what's going on?" Murong Fu asked softly.

Gongyegan was in his forties, and he was the second child among the four generals. In private, Murong Fu respectfully called him the second elder brother. He was of medium build and elegant face. People who didn't know him thought he was a school teacher at first glance.

In fact, this seemingly elegant and easy-going gentleman is a real first-class master.Murong Fu reckoned that if he didn't use the two magical skills of Dou Zhuan Xing Yi and Liumai Shenjian, this second elder brother Gongye would be able to break him with more than fifty moves. Of course, this refers to before the internal strength is strengthened.

And the martial arts of this second elder brother Gongye is even more interesting. In terms of palm strength, Gongyegan was the number one in the south of the Yangtze River before, but the weapon this master usually uses is a pair of judge pens-this weapon is mainly used for acupuncture points Conquer the enemy, pay attention to a delicate and ingenious.Such two contradictory characteristics can be mastered by the same one, which shows that his martial arts attainments are not uncommon.

Gongye bowed his body and clasped his fists together: "My lord, Chuzhou is ahead, and with one more day's work, we can enter the border of Henan. But this year's rain is not enough, so the water in the Bian River is not enough to carry the big boat, so we are here. It stopped here. Don't worry, my lord, the boat owner has sent someone to go to the tow tracker, and we will be able to start sailing again soon."

Murong Fu nodded, not surprised by this answer.The reason why the cost of chartering a ship was so expensive before was because the transportation capacity of the Bianhe River was insufficient, and it was necessary to give priority to meeting the needs of official ships for grain transportation.If private boats want to sail on the Bianhe River, they need to pay a sum of money according to the size of the boat. It is called for the maintenance and repair of the river, which can be regarded as the road maintenance fee with the characteristics of the Song Dynasty.

Gongye said he was looking for someone, but in fact he didn't need to look for them at all, because the moment the big ship stopped, there were already countless people who looked like trackers gathered around on both sides of the strait. Dressing up, wearing a shabby little gown, showing their breasts, and many people have a piece of rag that can't see the original color tied on their head, probably a towel.

A group of people surrounded the big boat like ants and bees, shouting something in their mouths, the general meaning was the same, that is, begging the boatman to let them help pull the fiber.

"Master, hire us, our brothers are strong, each person only needs [-] copper coins a day, and we can manage a meal!"

"Master, we only need seventy dollars, don't worry about food, bring your own dry food!"

The voices of the crowd became louder and louder. Some of the southern men were only fourteen or fifteen years old and still childish, while others were already gray at the temples and stooped.Hundreds of people were like leeches, scrambling to be the first to stick to the side of the boat, as if that would bring them some comfort.

On the big boat more than ten feet high, the princes and grandchildren in brocade clothes stood against the wind, as if they were immortals.On the shallow water, hundreds of people stood in the mud with bare feet and ragged clothes.

Murong Fu noticed that among the group of people closest to the boat gang, there were two people who were particularly noticeable.

Different from other trackers who were skinny and short, these two were extraordinarily tall and strong, standing out from the crowd quite a bit.Compared to the noise of other people, these two people seemed very silent, they just stood there quietly, like two sculptures, neither moving nor making a sound, no matter how the people behind pushed and shoved, the two just remained motionless .

The two are about the same age, they both seem to be around 20 years old, and their appearance is somewhat similar. It seems that they should be brothers.Moreover, they have obviously practiced martial arts, and their feet are extremely stable.

Judging from Murong Fu's vision, the martial arts of these two people have vaguely touched the threshold of second-rate masters. Logically speaking, even if this kind of person goes to the bodyguard agency to become a bodyguard or goes to a wealthy family to become a servant guard Absolutely revered, and by no means a thing to mess with a bunch of trackers.

The corner of Murong Fu's mouth curled up in a playful way, which was a bit interesting.Then he waved the folding fan in his hand, and gave some instructions to Gongye Gan in a low voice, and Gongye Gan promised to do so.

In the end, the boatman selected fifty more robust trackers, including the two brothers just now, at a price of one hundred yuan per person per day.

With the joint efforts of the fifty men, the ship quickly set sail again.

The huge ship crawled step by step on the shallow water of the Bian River like a turtle.The surface of the lake is shimmering, with willows on both sides of the embankment, the breeze is blowing, the sun is warm, and it is really comfortable.

After the previous episode, Murong Fu had no intention of going back to the cabin, and stood on the deck talking with Gong Yeqian, Duan Yu and others.

Ba Tianshi remained silent, and Gongyegan only responded a few times symbolically. Because of the injury on his body, he had been resting in the cabin.Only Duan Yu was like a bird that just escaped from the cage, pulling Murong Fu and talking non-stop.

I have to say that when this kid is not a nympho, he is still a very interesting person.His personality is elegant and easy-going, and he doesn't easily get angry with others, so he can be called a modest gentleman.Moreover, he has a wide range of knowledge, poetry, poetry, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and he is omnipotent. Murong Fu sighed and admired himself.

Of course, the most talked about is "Story of the Stone".In the past few days, while Murong Fu was speaking, Duan Yu was listening, memorizing and sorting out, saying that such a good story should be recorded for more people to see, and should not be buried.Murong Fu also let him go.

This room talked about the part of the Gourd Monk's arbitrary judgment on the Gourd case, Duan Yu gritted his teeth and was very angry when he heard it.

Hearing that Jia Yucun was ungrateful and the benefactor's daughter was right in front of him, but he didn't save him, Duan Yu was so angry that he slapped his palm on the railing.

He already has an extremely powerful internal force, but he just doesn't know how to use it on weekdays.Although he didn't understand palm technique at all, he was so excited that his palm strike was more powerful than an ordinary second-rate master's full-strength blow. The solid wooden railing that was as thick as the mouth of a bowl broke under his palm, and sawdust splash.

The boss of the boat was standing at the side, but when he saw Duan Yu's sudden divine power, he directly folded the railing, he was terrified, his legs softened, he knelt down on the ground, kowtowed his head like pounding garlic, and kept saying something "" Young hero, spare your life, there are words like the old and the young."

Seeing that he accidentally got into trouble, Duan Yu froze on the spot not knowing what to do, Murong Fu calmly took out an ingot of gold from his sleeve and threw it over: "Get up, you will pay for your boat."

The boat boss looked at the ingot of at least 20 taels of gold rolling in front of his eyes, froze on the ground, he raised his head cautiously, saw Murong Fu's folding fan swaying slightly, his expression was indifferent, and only then did he understand that the other party did not have any malicious intentions.Hastily kowtowed and bowed to express his gratitude, and finally picked up the piece of gold carefully, weighed it, and showed a trace of joy that could not be concealed.Then he accompanied Xinxin and sang rudely, letting Murong Fu call him if necessary, and then ran back to the cabin in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)