Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Chapter 81
Murong Fu smiled casually, stood up and cupped his fists: "I'm Xiuqing, I've met Senior Wu!"

Wu Changfeng hastily put down the wine jar in his hand, and returned the salute with clasped fists.

But what makes people laugh is that although the etiquette in his hands can't be faulted at all, he is not polite at all: "Oh, what about Senior Wu, the old beggar drank your wine, as the saying goes, 'cannibalism' The mouth is short, and the hands are soft. I eat and take things, but the mouth is short and the hands are soft, so I am ashamed to accept your gift."

Murong Fu chuckled, this old man is indeed interesting.

The moment the other party announced his name just now, Murong Fu knew that the other party was Wu Changfeng, one of the six elders of the Beggar Gang.When he was begging for wine from everyone earlier, Murong Fu only found it interesting and moved, so he intentionally played the Da Song version of 'Mr. Murong will pay for the audience tonight'.The purpose is to be kind to others without forgetting, and to deal with candidness with frankness.

If you directly wave to someone and ask them to come over, it seems to belittle them.If it were someone else, it would be fine to do this, but Murong Fu couldn't do it.Because he knew the deeds of these people and respected them from the bottom of his heart.So he would rather throw out an ingot of gold and invite the whole restaurant to drink, and satisfy the old beggar's desire to drink, than call the old beggar over alone in a condescending attitude like an ordinary good man who doesn't know.

In that way, the old beggar becomes a recipient of charity, and I hope that at this moment, the old beggar is just a drinker like myself.

To say that the most touching sect in the martial arts world is the Beggar Gang.This sect composed of a group of low-level beggars is more upright and more admirable than any of the big-talking royal literati of the Song Dynasty.

In this morbid era when scholars were proud of wearing hairpin flowers and applying powder, and famous generals like Di Qing were not considered heroes, they supported the few backbones of the Song Dynasty.It really interprets what it means to be a loyal man in the field.

Although there are some disgusting rat shit, this does not prevent Murong Fu from respecting this group from the bottom of his heart.This is a group of the most idealistic people.

Wu Changfeng said with a smile: "Mr. Xiu, thank you, old beggar, for taking care of our old face, and spending money on purpose. But we beggar gang disciples are supposed to eat and be respected by thousands of families. You, there is really no need to do this."

Murong Fu smiled brightly: "When you enter the tavern, everyone is drinking in the same room. How can there be any beggars and princes? Seeing that you are always a good drinker, how can a bowl of wine be enough? Why don't you sit down and drink together How is his three-five altar?"

Wu Changfeng was overjoyed when he heard the words, he only thought that the other party was a kind-hearted rich man, he didn't expect him to be so unrestrained and unrestrained, in surprise, he said to Murong Fu: "Brother Xiu is so proud, why don't all the beggar gang brothers who are with me How about calling me over for a drink?"

He liked that Murong Fu was bold and unruly, and ignored the obvious difference in seniority between the two, he directly called each other brothers.You know, with his reputation and prestige in the Jianghu, no matter whether he is in the gang or outside the gang, he is called a senior expert.

Murong Fu clapped his palms and laughed loudly: "That's right, I also ask Senior Wu to quickly introduce you to me."

"Damn, what about seniors, if you think highly of old beggars, you can call us Brother Wu!"

Wu Changfeng was overjoyed, he waved to the accompanying companions, the group of beggars immediately came to Murong Fu's table, Murong Fu quickly got up and saluted.

Wu Changfeng smiled all over his face: "Brothers, I would like to introduce you to a great hero. This brother Xiu generously donated just now, and invited all the brothers to drink and eat meat together. Let's respect Brother Xiu together!"

Everyone liked Murong Fu's modesty and politeness, and his behavior and actions came from the heart, without any intention of looking down on everyone.They make a living by begging on weekdays, and they are all stared at.Hearing that Murong Fu was so extravagant, he was overjoyed in his heart, he all raised up the big wine bowls in his hands and drank it all in one gulp.

This era is not the peaceful and prosperous age that some people imagined.At best, it is the prosperity of literati and bureaucrats, the prosperity of merchants, and the prosperity of officials, but it is not the prosperity of ordinary people.

The ruler's exploitation of ordinary people, especially the tenant farmers who depend on the land for a living, is unprecedented and sucks the bones.The so-called "ten times that of Han and five times that of Tang" is not a joke.The tenant farmers need to use more than [-]% of the harvest to pay the emperor's grain, and more than [-]% of the harvest to pay the tenant rent.

Often throughout the year, it is rare to be full.

What is even more cruel is that this era is as tolerant to the scholar-officials as it is to the tenant farmers. "Song History" records that in the Song Dynasty, the head of the family beat and killed the tenants, and the crime was halved.Conversely, if the tenant kills or injures the owner, the crime will be doubled!
And if they couldn't stand this kind of torture, they could only choose to become refugees.

Don't look at how prosperous and dazzling Bianjing City is. There are countless desperate people who are desperate and risky on the waterways of Bianhe River.Outside the city wall, there is Sun Erniang's steamed stuffed bun shop twenty miles away, and the realistic version of "Diary of a Madman" is staged every day in this era.It's just that in this era, there is no so-called Yoshisuke Kuni no Yoshisuke who advocates tenants to rent out idle houses and use the family's carriage to pull goods to subsidize their families.

Although Da Song made such a group of people desperate, some of them still chose to defend Da Song who made them beggars.

How could this not make Murong Fu admire.

Everyone drank together at the same table, chatted about the world, and there was no distinction between high and low, kings and grandchildren.A group of good men get together to talk about the family, the country, the world, and the great affairs of the rivers and lakes.When it comes to emotion, as for the outcry, the generous and tragic songs are infatuated and intoxicated, as stupid as crazy.

Wu Changfeng poured down a large bowl of wine, said with red eyes: "That year the Khitan invaded our border, and I, Wu Changfeng, led 83 brothers from the Beggar Clan to defend Yingshouya to the death.

Poor 83 six-bag and seven-bag disciples, stupefied withstood the successive attacks of thousands of Khitan soldiers.Even so, most of the brothers were killed or injured. In the end of the battle, only six people survived, and I, Wu Changfeng, a useless old bone!That battle was really brutal, with corpses strewn all over the field.Even so, none of my beggar gang disciples is a coward!They all spilled the last drop of blood on Yingshouya!Finally, Marshal Yang sent his three sons to bring five hundred elite soldiers to rescue the siege.Under the combination of inside and outside, the Khitan soldiers were defeated! "

His voice was not low, and the other drinkers only thought that this strange old man was drunk and drunk.Only a few Beggar Clan disciples and Murong Fu clearly knew that what this sloppy old man said was not false.

Speaking of the excitement, Wu Changfeng burst into tears, as if he had returned to the frontier battlefield where gold and iron horses and killing noises shook the sky, and he poured another big bowl of wine: "Thinking of my great Song Dynasty, how many heroes and righteous men are willing to fight for this beautiful scenery?" Heshan sacrifices his life and forgets his death? In the end, there are wars every year, and defeats every year. Millions of frontier troops are like paper paste clay sculptures. In the end, Xu He will always be humiliated. Think about the time when the Han and Tang Dynasties were in full bloom, when all nations came to court, and the world was salty, how could Do you know today? Brother Xiu, tell me, why is this?"

Wu Changfeng's emotions infected Murong Fu, and the old beggar's innocence made Murong Fu's eyes flush, and he didn't care about being polite, so he directly poured down a large bowl of wine, wiped it with his sleeve, and said loudly: "It's all because The generals don’t know their soldiers, and the ministers don’t plan their government. The civil and military courts of the Manchu Dynasty only know how to hide and steal, and exploit the people. As a result, the people are impoverished and the country is weak, and foreign countries are powerful, making heroes mourn their wrists, and strong men cry!”

All the beggars were overwhelmed.There was a young man who even said directly: "Only by having a great hero with both ability and noble character to lead the world's heroes can we sweep away the world and restore our Great Song Dynasty!"

Everyone nodded yes.

Murong Fu couldn't help asking: "Then, brothers, who do you think is such a great hero?"

Earlier, a beggar shouted loudly: "Naturally, it is the leader of our beggar gang, Qiao. Over the years, the leader has led us to make countless contributions to the Great Song Dynasty. Everything is unknown."

Everyone nodded yes.

Another person said: "I see, there is another person who can also deserve the name of this great hero!"

Everyone looked at the young beggar curiously, and they were very curious about this great hero who could be as famous as his own gang leader Qiao.

The young beggar smiled: "Last month, the Dayong sub-helm was attacked by the four villains, and the entire army was almost wiped out. Have you heard about it?"

As soon as the young beggar said a word, there was a hint of grief and indignation on everyone's faces, but they also asked in confusion: "What does this have to do with the hero we are talking about?"

The man said with a smile: "Naturally it has something to do with it. According to Qiu Tuozhu, who was bravely assigned the helm, the reason why the rest of them were able to escape their lives is all thanks to a hero who is famous all over the south of the Yangtze River."

Then he vividly narrated what happened to Master Qiu and his party in the ruined temple that day, and when it came to Mr. Li fighting the three villains alone and covering the retreat of Lord Qiu and others, everyone let out a gasp of amazement. Voice.

Someone sighed: "I often hear friends in Taoism talk about 'North Qiaofeng, South Murong'. I don't think there are such young knights with strong martial arts and great loyalty in this world besides Qiao Gangzhu and Jiangnan Murong family. It's a pity that there is no fate I can see, otherwise, I must give this young master a big bowl of wine!"

Everyone nodded yes.

Only Murong Fu put his hand on his forehead without any trace.

But the young beggar looked at Murong Fu with a smile and said: "This Mr. Li is Gusu Murong who is also known as our leader. He also invited us to drink just now, and now he is sitting opposite us, isn't he, Mr. Xiu?"

　Walking on the edge of 404 again

　　
　
(End of this chapter)