Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

When Murong Fu came to the deck, others were already there.

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

Gong Yeqian was in his forties and the second among the four generals. In private, Murong Fu always addressed him as his second brother. He was of medium height and had an elegant face. People who didn't know him thought he was a teacher in an academy at first glance.

In fact, this gentleman who looks elegant and easy-going is actually a real first-class master. Murong Fu estimated that if he didn't use the two magical skills of Dou Zhuan Xing Shift and Six Meridian Divine Sword, the second brother Gongye would be able to fight him for more than fifty moves. Of course, this refers to before the internal strength is strengthened.

The martial arts of this second brother Gongye are even more interesting. In terms of palm strength, Gongyeqian was previously ranked number one in Jiangnan, but his usual weapon is a pair of judge pens - this kind of weapon is mainly used for acupuncture. To defeat the enemy, one must be careful and ingenious. That two such contradictory characteristics can be mastered by the same person shows that his martial arts attainments are impressive.

Gong Yeqian bowed and clasped his fists: "Master Qi, Chuzhou is ahead of us. In one day's work, we can enter the border of Henan. However, there is insufficient rain this year, so the water in the Bianhe River is not enough to carry a large ship, so we are here It’s stopped now. Don’t worry, sir, the boatman has sent trackers to pull the tow, and we’ll be able to set sail again soon.”

Murong Fu nodded, not surprised by this answer. The reason why the cost of renting a boat was so high before was because the Bianhe River had insufficient transportation capacity, and priority had to be given to meeting the needs of official ships for grain transportation. If private ships wanted to sail on the Bian River, they had to pay a sum of money according to the size of the ship, which was euphemistically called for the maintenance and repair of the river. It was regarded as a road maintenance fee with the characteristics of the Song Dynasty.

Gong Yeqian said he was looking for someone, but in fact there was no need to look for him at all, because the moment the big ship stopped, there were countless people who looked like trackers on both sides of the strait. They were dressed up, wearing a shabby little coat, with their breasts exposed, and many of them had a rag of unknown color tied around their heads, probably a towel.

A group of people surrounded the big boat like ants and bees, shouting something incessantly. The general meaning was the same, which was to beg the boatman to let them help pull fibers.

"Uncle, hire us. We brothers are very powerful. Each of us only needs eighty coppers a day, and we can only take care of one meal!"

"Uncle, we only need seventy dollars, so we don't have to worry about food. We just need to bring our own dry food!"

The crowd's voice became louder and louder. Among the southern men, some were only fourteen or fifteen years old and still childish, while others had gray hair on their temples and a stooped figure. Hundreds of people were like leeches, scrambling for the first place and clinging closely to the side of the boat, as if that could bring them some comfort.

On the big boat over one foot high, the princes, princes, and grandsons, all dressed in brocade, stood facing the wind, as if they were among the gods. On the shallow water, hundreds of people stood in the mud with bare feet and ragged clothes.

Murong Fu noticed that two people among the group of people closest to the boat gang attracted special attention.

Unlike other trackers who were skinny and short, these two people looked exceptionally tall and strong, standing out among the crowd. Compared to the noise of others, these two people seemed particularly silent. They just stood there quietly, like two sculptures, neither moving nor making a sound. No matter how the people behind them pushed them, they just remained motionless. .

The two are similar in age, both seem to be around 20 years old, and their looks are quite similar. They seem to be brothers. And they have obviously practiced martial arts, and their lower body is extremely stable.

Judging from Murong Fu's eyes, the martial arts of these two people have vaguely touched the threshold of second-rate masters. Logically speaking, such people would not be able to work as bodyguards in a bodyguard bureau or as servants in a wealthy family. He is definitely highly respected and would not be mixed up with a bunch of trackers anyway.

The corner of Murong Fu's mouth curled up in a playful manner, which was a bit interesting. Then he shook the folding fan in his hand and whispered a few instructions to Gong Yeqian. Gongyeqian promised to obey.

In the end, the boatman selected fifty relatively strong trackers, including the two brothers just now, at a cost of 100 yuan per person per day.

With the combined efforts of 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 dotted with waves, with willow trees on both sides of the bank. The breeze is blowing and the sun is slightly warm. It is really comfortable.

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

Ba Tianshi remained silent and said little, and Gong Yeqian only responded symbolically. The truth was that he had been resting in the cabin because of injuries on his body. Only Duan Yu was like a bird that had just escaped from the cage, pulling Murong Fu and talking non-stop.

I have to say that when this kid is not a nymphomaniac, he is still a very interesting person. He has an elegant and easy-going personality and does not easily get angry with others. He can be called a humble gentleman. He also had extensive knowledge, including poetry, poetry, music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Murong Fu sighed to himself and admired him in his heart.

Of course, the one we talked about the most was "The Story of the Stone". In the past few days, Murong Fu was telling and Duan Yu was listening, taking notes and organizing, saying that such good stories should be recorded so that more people can see them, and should not be buried. Murong Fu also left him alone.

When Duan Yu heard the story about the gourd monk's arbitrary judgment of the gourd case, he gritted his teeth and became very angry.

Hearing that Jia Yucun was ungrateful and did not rescue the benefactor's daughter right in front of him, Duan Yu was so angry that he slapped the railing with his palm.

He already possesses an extremely powerful internal force, but he just doesn't know how to use it on a daily basis. Although he didn't know any palm skills, when he was so excited, he struck out with one palm, which was more powerful than a full-strength blow from an ordinary second-rate master. The solid wood railing as thick as a bowl was instantly broken under his palm, and the sawdust was thrown into pieces. Splatter.

The boss of the ship was standing aside, but when he saw Duan Yu's sudden power, he directly broke the railing, he was frightened. His legs went weak and he knelt down on the ground, kowtowing as if pounding garlic, and kept saying something: " Spare your life, young hero, there are things like the young above the old and the young below."

Duan Yu saw that he had accidentally caused trouble and was stunned on the spot, not knowing what to do. Murong Fu calmly took out a gold ingot from his sleeve and threw it over: "Get up, I will pay for your ship."

The ship boss looked at the ingot of gold that weighed at least twenty taels rolling in front of his eyes. He froze on the ground. He raised his head carefully and saw Murong Fu gently waving his folding fan with a calm expression. Only then did he understand that the other party had no ill intentions. He hurriedly kowtowed and bowed to express his gratitude, and finally carefully picked up the piece of gold and weighed it, with a trace of joy that could not be concealed on his face. Then he accompanied Xin to sing a rude note, asking Murong Fu to call him if necessary, and then ran back to the cabin.