Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Murong Fu smiled casually, stood up and clasped his fists: "I, Xiu Qing, have met Senior Wu!"

Wu Changfeng quickly put down the wine jar in his hand and returned the gift with clasped fists.

But what makes people laugh is that although the etiquette on his hands is faultless, he is not polite at all: "Oh, Senior Wu, the old beggar drank your wine, as the saying goes, 'cannibalism' I have a short mouth and weak hands. I am a person who eats and takes things. I have a short mouth and weak hands. How can I accept your courtesy?"

Murong Fu smiled, this old man was indeed interesting.

The moment the other party announced his name just now, Murong Fu knew that the other party was Wu Changfeng, the elder Wu among the six elders of the Beggar Clan. When he begged everyone for drinks, Murong Fu only found it interesting and touching, so he deliberately played a Song Dynasty version of "Master Murong pays the bill tonight." The purpose is to show kindness to others without expecting them to be remembered, and to treat willfulness with willfulness.

If you directly wave to others and ask them to come over, it will seem to look down on them. If it were anyone else, there would be no problem doing this, but Murong Fu couldn't do it. Because he knows the deeds of these people and respects these people from the bottom of his heart. So he would rather throw out a piece of gold and invite the whole restaurant to drink, thus satisfying the old beggar's desire to drink, rather than call the old beggar over alone in a condescending manner like an ordinary good person 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 me.

To say that the most touching sect in the martial arts world is undoubtedly the Beggars Gang. This sect, which is composed of a group of low-level beggars, has more integrity and is more worthy of admiration than any of the eloquent imperial literati of the Song Dynasty.

In this morbid era when scholars were proud of wearing hairpins and applying powder, and famous generals like Di Qing were not considered heroes, they held up the backbone of the Song Dynasty. It truly explains what it means to be a loyal person in the wilderness.

Although there were some disgusting pieces of rat shit, this did 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 smiled and said: "Master Xiu, old beggar, thank you for taking care of my old face and spending money specially. But we disciples of the Beggar Clan eat the food of hundreds of families and are criticized by them. You, there is really no need to do this."

Murong Fu smiled heartily: "When you enter the tavern, everyone is just a drunkard drinking in the same room. How can there be beggars and young men? Seeing that you are also a good drinker, how can you just have a bowl of wine? Why don't you sit down and drink together? How good is he?"

When Wu Changfeng heard this, he was overjoyed. He only thought that the other party was a kind-hearted rich man, and he didn't expect him to be so bold and unrestrained. In surprise, he said to Murong Fu: "Brother Xiu is so excited, why don't you join all the beggar brothers with me?" How about calling me over to have a drink with you?"

He liked Rong Fu's boldness and unruliness, and he directly called each other brother regardless of the obvious difference in seniority between the two. You know, with his reputation and prestige in the world, he is always called a senior expert, whether in or outside the gang.

Murong Fu put his hands on his hands and laughed: "As this is the case, please ask Senior Wu to introduce me to you as soon as possible."

"What a senior, if you think highly of the old beggar, just call us Brother Wu!"

Wu Changfeng was overjoyed and waved to his companions. The beggars immediately came to Murong Fu's table. Murong Fu quickly stood up and saluted.

Wu Changfeng smiled broadly: "Brothers, I would like to introduce you to a great hero. This Xiu brother just generously donated his money and invited all the brothers to drink and eat meat together. Let's all have a bowl of respect for Xiu brother!"

Everyone liked Rong Fu's modesty and politeness, his actions and actions came from his heart, and he didn't mean to look down on everyone. They usually make a living by begging for food and are looked down upon. Hearing that Murong Fu was so extravagant, he was so happy that he raised his big wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

This era is not the peaceful and prosperous era that some people imagined. At best, it can be considered a prosperous age for literati, businessmen, and officials, but it is not a prosperous age for ordinary people.

The rulers' exploitation of ordinary people, especially tenant farmers who depended on the land for their livelihood, was unprecedented in history. The saying "ten times that of the Han Dynasty and five times that of the Tang Dynasty" is not a joke. Tenant farmers need to pay more than 30% of their harvest to the imperial grain, and more than 40% of their harvest to pay tenant rent.

It’s often hard to have enough food all year round.

What’s even more cruel is that as tolerant as this era was to scholar-bureaucrats, it was equally cruel to tenant farmers. "History of the Song Dynasty" records that in the Song Dynasty, those who beat and killed tenants had their criminal liability halved. On the other hand, if a tenant kills or injures his master, his liability will be doubled!

If you can't bear this kind of torture, you can only choose to become a refugee.

No matter how prosperous and dazzling Bianjing City is, there are countless desperate people who take desperate measures on the waterway of Bianhe River. Outside the city wall, there is Sun Erniang's bun shop twenty miles away. The real-life version of "A Madman's Diary" is staged every day in this era. It's just that in this era, there was no so-called Kunino Ryosuke who advocated tenants to rent out their idle houses and use the family's horse-drawn carriage to haul goods to subsidize their families.

Although the Song Dynasty left such a group of people desperate, some of them still chose to defend the Song Dynasty, which reduced them to beggars.

How could this not make Murong Fu admire him?

Everyone drank at the same table and talked about everything. There was no distinction between high and low, kings, grandsons, and beggars. A group of good guys gathered together to talk about important events in the country, the world, and the world. When it comes to the emotional part, when it comes to clapping the table, the generous and tragic song is like being intoxicated, as stupid as crazy.

Wu Changfeng drank a large bowl of wine and said with red eyes: "That year the Khitan invaded our border in large numbers, and I, Wu Changfeng, led eighty-three brothers from the Beggar Clan to defend Yingchou Cliff.

Poor eighty-three disciples with six bags and seven bags, they were stunned to withstand 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, was a useless old man! That battle was really bloody, with corpses everywhere. Even so, none of my Beggar Clan disciples is a coward! They all spilled the last drop of blood on Yingchou Cliff! Finally, Marshal Yang sent his third son with five hundred elite soldiers to relieve the siege. By cooperating inside and outside, the Khitan soldiers were defeated! "

His voice was not quiet, and other drinkers heard it and thought that this weird old man was drunk and acting crazy. Only a few Beggar Clan disciples and Murong Fu knew clearly that what the sloppy old man in front of them said was not false.

Speaking of excitement, Wu Changfeng burst into tears, as if he had returned to the frontier battlefield where the fighting was fierce and the sound of killing was loud. He downed a large bowl of wine: "I think of my country in the Song Dynasty, how many heroes and martyrs are willing to fight for this beautiful scenery." Are you willing to risk your life? In the end, there will be wars and defeats every year. Millions of frontier troops are like paper and clay sculptures. In the end, they will inevitably humiliate Xu He. Think about the heyday of the Han and Tang Dynasties, when all the countries came to court, and the sea was salty, how could Did you know today? Brother Xiu, tell me, why is this?"

Wu Changfeng's emotions infected Murong Fu. The old beggar's pure heart made Murong Fu's eyes red. He didn't care about being polite or polite. He drank a large bowl of wine, wiped it with his sleeve, and said loudly: "It's all because of The generals do not know their soldiers, and the ministers do not plan their political affairs. The civil and military officials in the dynasty only know how to live in peace and exploit the people. As a result, the people are trapped and the country is weak, foreign countries are powerful, the heroes are choked, and the strong men are weeping!"

All the beggars were amazed. One young man even said directly: "Only by having a great hero with both ability and noble character to lead the world's heroes can we clean up the world and restore the glory of our Song Dynasty!"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Murong Fu couldn't help but ask: "Then, brothers, who do you think there are such great heroes?"

A beggar had already shouted loudly: "Of course it is the leader of our beggar gang, Qiao. Over the years, the gang leader has led us to make countless contributions to the Song Dynasty. Every single one of them is unknown to anyone."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Another person said: "I think there is another person who deserves the name of this great hero!"

Everyone looked at the young beggar curiously, curious about this great hero who was as famous as their own Gang Leader Qiao.

The young beggar smiled: "Last month, the Dayong branch was attacked by four evil men, and the entire army was almost wiped out. Have you all heard about it?"

As soon as the young beggar said this, a trace of sadness and anger appeared on everyone's face, but they also wondered: "What does this have to do with the great hero we are talking about?"

The man smiled and said: "Of course it has something to do with it. According to Captain Qiu of Dayong's helm, the reason why the remaining few of them were able to escape with their lives depended on a heroic soldier who was famous in the south of the Yangtze River."

Then he vividly recounted what happened to Captain Qiu and his party in the ruined temple that day. When it came to Master Li fighting the three villains alone and covering the retreat of Captain Qiu and others, everyone let out a cry of surprise. Voice.

Someone sighed: "I often hear my friends in Taoism talk about 'Northern Qiao Feng, Southern Murong'. I never thought that apart from Gang Leader Qiao and Jiangnan Murong clan, there are such young knights with strong martial arts and loyalty. It's a pity that I didn't meet them." You have to meet me, otherwise, I will definitely give this young master a big bowl of wine!"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Only Murong Fu put his hand on his forehead without leaving a 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 gang leader. He also invited us to drink just now, and now he is sitting across from us, right, Mr. Xiu?"

Walking on the edge of 404 again