Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Duan Yu scratched his head, obviously feeling embarrassed for his reckless behavior: "Brother, I was reckless just now."

Murong Fu folded his fan and said, "My wise brother hates evil as much as he hates it. He has the style of an ancient chivalrous man. This is a rare good thing.

It should be noted that in today's world, there are many people who call themselves knights, but in fact there are many people who are just pretending to be benevolent and righteous. There is also a kind of person who appears to be unparalleled in benevolence and righteousness and has a good reputation, but secretly does all kinds of shameful things. To call such a person a chivalrous person is an insult to the word "xia". "

Duan Yu heard this and thought thoughtfully: "But why, I obviously didn't mean to do it. Even if what I did was a bit shocking to ordinary people, it wouldn't make the ship boss kowtow and beg for mercy? Why is the ship boss so scared?"

Murong Fu smiled slightly: "This is because there are some people in the world who rely on their martial arts to break the ban with force. They often do whatever they want, thinking they are happy with revenge, but in fact they are brave and ruthless and have no justice at all. For example, a small house in this house The tea shop was run on a small scale, and suddenly one day it was destroyed due to a dispute between two groups of so-called knights. And often the government was unwilling to go to great lengths to investigate and seek justice for these ordinary people. Over time, these people became We are as afraid of these so-called charlatans as to avoid them."

Murong Fu folded his fan and said with a sneer: "It's ridiculous that these so-called knights are often complacent and think they have lost their reputation as knights. It's really ridiculous."

Duan Yu said: "In this case, if there were no martial arts in this world, wouldn't there be no such things as bullying and lawlessness?"

Murong Fu smiled and shook his head: "No, no. Even if there is no martial arts in this world, there are still people who can run rampant in the countryside with their brute strength, there are still people who can bully the weak with their power, and there are still people who can deceive and deceive. No. Swords, kitchen knives for cutting melons and vegetables can also be used, even without kitchen knives, plants, trees, bamboos and stones can also be used as weapons for killing people. As long as there are people, there will be disputes. Where there are people, there will be rivers and lakes."

Duan Yu said: "But the Master taught us that people should be friendly to each other and help each other. Fathers are kind, sons are filial, brothers are friends, and brothers are respectful. Even strangers who are not blood relatives should be "old and me, old and friendly". "Old, young, I am young, and the young of others." Why is it that the teachings of saints have been practiced for thousands of years, but people are still full of intrigues and mutual oppression?

Murong Fu remained silent.

If it were in the past, he would have told Duan Yu, "After you have enough food and clothing, you will know the etiquette, and then you will know the honor and disgrace."

But now, when he faced Duan Yu's question, he really didn't know how to answer it. It seemed that no matter how he answered it, he was right, but at the same time, it seemed that no matter how he answered it, he was wrong.

When Duan Yu saw Murong Fu being silent for a long time, he secretly regretted it. He just said that he had embarrassed the other party by asking recklessly, so he hurriedly changed the subject.

It was noon in the blink of an eye. Although there is a Buddhist saying of not eating after lunch to maintain health, no one in the world would pay attention to this rule. After all, how can you have the strength to cope with endless competitions and events when you are hungry.

Although the ship was large, after all, cement and stainless steel had not yet been manufactured to build a kitchen on the ship these days. When Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty went to Yangzhou, the food for the entourage was also paid by local officials as tribute.

Murong Fu and others were not princes and nobles of the Song Dynasty, so no one paid tribute to them. Fortunately, both sides of the Bian River were still prosperous, with many inns and restaurants on both sides. So the boat was temporarily stopped to rest, and the servants bought wine and food. Taking advantage of the nice weather, the group set up a table on the deck and had lunch.

Although the food was certainly not as exquisite and delicious as when Murong Fu was at home, he was not so particular about going out, and the simple dishes were quite rich. Murong Fu reluctantly ate a few chopsticks, put down his chopsticks without interest, and stood with his hands behind his back. Continue watching the scenery on the deck.

"Huh?" Murong Fu's eyes narrowed, and then he looked at the boatman: "Why don't you prepare meals for these trackers?"

The boss of the ship hurriedly accompanied Xing Xing over and said: "Master, this was already agreed upon when we were hired. A day's work will cost a hundred bucks, regardless of food. If they have brought dry food, they can eat a few mouthfuls by themselves. If not, If so, then go hungry. Anyway, these are their own affairs and none of our business."

As he spoke, he would steal glances at Murong Fu's face from time to time, fearing that this wealthy young man would show the slightest hint of displeasure.

Murong Fu frowned slightly, and this small movement made the captain's heart rise to his throat. Fortunately, Murong Fu's dissatisfaction was limited to this.

He put away the folding fan in his hand, raised his hand to the boat boss and said: "Thank you, you and all the boatmen will make another trip to the restaurant on the shore to buy some wine, meat and steamed buns and bring them back to the trackers. Make sure they are well fed, and the remaining money Count your hard work."

Then, Murong Fu took out a small piece of gold from his purse, weighing about one tael, and handed it to the shipowner.

The boss of the ship had received many high-ranking officials and noble men on weekdays. Which one of them didn't regard himself as a human being, no, I should say, like cattle and horses, shouting and bossing around? Even if I feel angry, I have to be careful not to show it at all. After all, those who can afford to rent a boat like this are either rich or expensive, and if they make others unhappy, they can crush themselves to death with just a little finger.

Although he is the person in charge of this ship, in the final analysis he is just a manager. To put it mildly, he is still working for the owner.

What an honor it is to have such a handsome and elegant young man, who is like a man among gods, standing in front of me, and politely using the honorific words "you" and "hard work" when speaking to him.

For a moment, his eyes were a little wet, and he quickly accepted the small piece of gold in agreement, then turned around to call a few people and ran to the shore. He made up his mind that even if this trip was in vain, he would let this person get it. The grace of the young master is in place.

Murong Fu stood on the deck and continued to look at it, paying special attention to the two brothers he had specifically asked to take with him.

I saw other trackers lying on their backs, sitting or lying on the water bank, resting, playing, or chatting in groups, but these two were the only ones sitting on one side, with their backs straight and looking at those two trackers. The posture seems to be practicing internal strength.

This made Murong Fu even more interested.

You must know that ordinary people in the world do not know internal skills. Even the most superficial internal skills and mental methods are mostly in the hands of sects or families. In general Jianghu gangs, only a few people headed by the gang leader know the internal skills and mental techniques, and they generally do not teach their subordinates to prevent their subordinates from betraying them and making them unable to control themselves.

And judging from their demeanor and behavior, they really don’t look like trackers.

interesting.

The boss of the ship was very efficient in his work and soon bought a sumptuous feast of wine and meat.

The boss of the boat shouted at the top of his lungs: "Listen up, you bastards. The gentleman on the boat took pity on you guys for not eating, so he ordered me to go to the restaurant to buy you good wine and meat to reward you. You guys These lazy guys don't want to sneak around and play tricks after eating, and don't work hard!"

The boss of the ship was very practical in his work. He spent more than one tael of gold and about twenty guan to buy wine and meat without any deductions. Therefore, although there were only fifty people to eat, the dishes were very rich.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed. Indeed, after working all morning, it would be a lie to say that you are not hungry. It's just that these people either don't have any land at home, or they only have a few acres of thin farmland, and most of them have a family to support, so they have no choice but to come here to sell their energy.

In order to save more money to support their families, many people are reluctant to bring dry food, so they rely on their youth and hunger.

But it’s pretty good to have this job, so you have to rush for it. Many people who farm at home, after paying the royal grain and rent throughout the year, have not enough grain left to feed their family. If you work harder here and work a few more days, your family won't have to go hungry.

The strong aroma of meat and wine made people do somersaults. The crowd was already salivating, and they didn't care about being polite, so they hurried forward to grab it. The boss of the ship quickly yelled: "Don't rob, don't rob, there are some rules, everyone has a share!"

This era was far less prosperous than some later generations of literati boasted, especially the lives of the people at the bottom. Due to the need to maintain a large army and win over the scholar class, the Song Dynasty's court expenditures were far greater than those of previous generations. According to historical records, an ordinary seventh-grade county magistrate in the Song Dynasty had a monthly legal salary of up to eighty taels of silver, which is about one hundred thousand yuan. In the middle of the Song Dynasty, the price of one stone of rice was about four hundred yuan.

Such high government operating costs are naturally borne by the people at the bottom.

Therefore, although the material wealth of society has greatly increased compared with previous generations, the lives of ordinary people have become more difficult.

But these are not things Murong Fu can worry about now.

He noticed that the two brothers who were practicing did not get up immediately. Instead, they waited until everyone had finished taking the food, then walked to the food and took some wine and meat.

Unlike those men who didn't care about wolfing down their food, the two men first saluted in Murong Fu's direction. Apparently, they also noticed the young master who had been paying attention to them.

Murong Fu nodded gently, and then the two of them sat down and started eating leisurely.

Interesting two people.

Murong Fu secretly marked these two people in his heart.