[Comprehensive] Feasibility report on the restoration of the country

Xu Junyou is the prefect of Huangzhou, and Murong Fu is white. It is not easy to meet Xu Junyou through the normal way.Fortunately, Murong Fu was well prepared and ordered Feng Bo E to go to the town to buy a box of candies produced by "Jinxiutang" and attach a bronzing name card of "Murongfu, the proprietor of Jinxiutang". The concierge received a generous red envelope, and Xu Junyou, who needed political achievements like Wu Xi, the county magistrate of Gusu, summoned Murong Fu very quickly.

Xu Junyou is a traditional civil servant. Although he didn't have any great achievements in politics, he has been a peace officer for a lifetime.Thanks to the generous treatment of civil servants in the Northern Song Dynasty, Xu Junyou, who is now in the age of obedience, was born with a big shoulder and a round waist, and is very rich.

In this era when gentlemen talk about righteousness and villains talk about profit, if Murong Fu talks directly to Xu Junyou about opening a "Splendid Hall" branch in Huangzhou, it will obviously be a disaster.Therefore, Murong Fu skillfully chose the second method, and asked Xu Junyou to inscribe a plaque for the "Jinxiutang" branch he was about to open in Huangzhou.Civil servants in the Northern Song Dynasty were not much different from modern civil servants. Once they worked for the court, they could not do part-time jobs, but it was not considered part-time jobs to inscribe plaques and receive embellish pens. That was an elegant thing.Murong Fu asked Xu Junyou to come forward and act with sincerity, a total of three hundred guan.Reciprocating, Xu Junyou took it for granted that Murong Fukai needed his help.

Murong Fu waited for this sentence, and replied a little shyly: "Everyone has their own secrets, but this sugar factory must be strictly guarded. Wansheng's 'Splendid Hall' is a unique business, and the secret recipe is especially important. .Recently, students have visited all over the territory of Huangzhou, but they have chosen one place..." At this point, he stopped meaningfully, and only looked at Xu Junyou and smiled.

Murong Fu described it as handsome, his smile seemed like a beautiful life, it made Xu Junyou dizzy.Xu Junyou collected himself, straightened his body and said, "Let's try to say it."

"It's just a wasteland under the Linjie Pavilion. The students heard that the garrison used to be there, and they just took advantage of the murderous spirit of the army to suppress evil and ghosts." Murong Fu laughed.

When Xu Junyou heard that Murong Fu mentioned this place, his eyebrows twitched slightly.Since Su Shi was relegated to Huangzhou, he received a lot of care from Xu Junyou, for which Su Shi also wrote poems to thank him.However, Su Shi is still a criminal official after all, and Xu Junyou, as the prefect, is responsible for supervision.Xu Junyou naturally knows where Su Shi's residence is now.Seeing that Xu Junyou narrowed his eyes, the laziness just disappeared from his expression, and he said slowly: "Mr. Murong, have you ever seen the owner of the 'Dongpo Snow Hall'?"

When Xu Junyou asked this question, Murong Fu's heart couldn't help but move.He originally judged people by their appearance, thinking that Xu Junyou was just an old mediocre official, and he would always be able to use money to make a way.I don't want to, I finally underestimated the officialdom of the Song Dynasty.Fortunately, he had peeked at the historical script a long time ago, and knew Xu Junyou's attitude towards Su Shi, so he immediately got up and gave Xu Junyou a deep bow, and said honestly: "I dare not hide anything from the government. The student just came from Xueshi Su. Please be kind to me first." Passed away, the student kept filial piety for three years and didn't know the world, and didn't want the bachelor to suffer such a disaster. The student is a white person who speaks lightly, and the only thing he can rely on is the savings of this unique business at home. I hope to use my modest efforts to improve the life of the bachelor."

When Murong Fu confessed, Xu Junyou let out a long sigh. "Zizhan is in trouble now, so he may not be willing to accept your kindness."

"Yes!" Murong Fu agreed with a wry smile, "The student was just kicked out of the snow hall by the bachelor this morning."

As soon as Murong Fu said this, Xu Junyou couldn't help but appreciate him more, and asked with a smile, "Still unwilling to give up?"

Murong Fu shook his head lightly, and firmly said: "The bachelor chased me away for my own good, how could the students not understand? But, don't students admire the bachelor only when the bachelor's degree is high, and should avoid him when the bachelor is down? If a student As expected, if you act like this, you are not worthy to talk to a scholar!" At this point, he bowed to the end again. "I beg your lord to help the students and sell the wasteland under the Linben Pavilion to the students."

When Murong Fu talked about this, what else could Xu Junyou say besides envy?Officialdom is the goal that all scholars yearn for, but it is also a place where there is no bloodshed.In the officialdom, who doesn't want to have a loyal follower who can help him when he is down and down?With Xu Junyou's help, the government department showed shocking efficiency, and Murong Fu got the title deed of that wasteland on the same day.

After leaving the house, Murong Fu immediately ordered Bao BuTong to recruit craftsmen with house building skills from all over the city, and he himself rushed to the outskirts of the city with the turmoil, and rented two clay kilns for firing coarse porcelain in a hurry.That night, the confused Bao BuTong met Murong Fu at the inn with a dozen or so excellent craftsmen who were also in the dark.The architectural drawings Murong Fu had already drawn, and there were ten large and small rooms with a large garden courtyard, which was more than enough for a middle-class family in the Song Dynasty to bring servants to live in.Some of the dozen or so craftsmen majored in brickwork, some specialized in erecting beams and columns, and some carved beams and painted buildings. It is really easy to build such a new house.However, Murong Fu made an impossible request: hand over the house in seven days.

Due to technical reasons, most of the houses in the Song Dynasty were made of wood. It was not only impossible to build the house in just seven days, but it was also a problem whether the wood needed for the house could be assembled.The craftsmen talked one after another that they couldn't earn Murong Fu's commission, but Murong Fu made a slow-moving gesture, and calmly said: "My house is not a wooden structure, but a brick and tile structure. I not only invite you to build the house, but also invite your disciples and grandchildren, you divide the labor and cooperate with the assembly line, and seven days to build the house is more than enough."

Craftsmen don't understand what assembly line operation means.But Murong Fu was a scholar, most of the craftsmen were illiterate, out of natural admiration for scholars, they didn't dare to ask more questions.As for what bricks and tiles are, the craftsmen naturally know, but according to the customs at this time, bricks and tiles are mostly used for foundations, and earlier bricks and tiles were even used only for cemeteries.But since Murong Fu is not afraid of bad luck, for Yinzi's sake, the craftsmen naturally followed suit.Only the mason who majored in brick timidly raised an objection: "Mr. Murong, even if the house is built, it will take time for the mud to dry in the shade!"

"It doesn't matter. I don't use mud, but cement." Murong Fu replied.

The craftsmen glanced at each other and realized that there was one more thing they didn't understand.But in just seven days, Murong Fu offered them a high salary of one hundred guan.Seeing Murong Fu's confident appearance, the so-called scholar can know the world's affairs without going out, so he should understand how to build a house, right?With this in mind, the craftsmen still agreed.

After arranging the task of each craftsman to send people away, it was already night.It was the first time for Bao BuTong and Feng BaoE to see Murong Fu arrange a task in such a detailed manner, and Murong Fu's ability to organize and coordinate tonight made them amazed.The two were silent for a long while, and the storm finally couldn't help but said: "At the beginning, if the 'Splendid Hall' was also taken care of by the young master..."

Murong Fu frowned, and explained: "Fourth Brother Feng, I was still in Xiaozhong at that time."

Feng Bo'e was tongue-tied, he instinctively felt that there seemed to be something wrong with Murong Fu's words, but he couldn't say it.But Bao BuTong shook his head and sighed: "No, no! Young Master, although Lao Bao is vulgar, he can see that Young Master is sincere to that Su Xueshi!" Even more caring than his own mother. "My lord, could it be that I forgot, I, the Murong family..."

Murong Fu stretched out his hand to stop his next words, and said slowly: "Bachelor was the first in the list in the second year of Jiayou. At that time, Emperor Renzong praised him as a master. My Xianbei Murong family's martial arts are not inferior to others, but what about martial arts? "As soon as these words came out, Bao BuTong and Feng BaoE both had thoughtful expressions on their faces. "A scholar is Wen Zong of the world. One day I rise up to restore the country, and he will be my banner of justice. Only with his support, the Murong family will be recognized by the people of the world! Just for this, no matter how respectful I treat him As it should be."

After Murong Fu finished speaking, Bao BuTong suddenly became enlightened, he tapped the folding fan hard on his palm, and suddenly realized: "No wonder you want to worship him as your teacher!"

Murong Fu succeeded in fooling around again, and he was also satisfied, he said: "The bachelor has a strong temperament, forcing him to submit is absolutely impossible, the only way is to use that water to grind one's kung fu. In short, before the matter is completed, I must not reveal a word of my origin to him Half sentence!"

"My lord is wise!" Bao BuTong and Feng BoE bowed their hands in salute at the same time, sincerely convinced.

With the full support of Bao BuTong and Feng BoE, Murong Fu confidently entrusted them with the management of craftsmen building houses.And the new task Murong Fu gave himself was to take Wang Yuyan to order furniture, and by the way, ordered some men's clothing for Wang Yuyan to prepare for his next plan.

The location of Murong Fu's new house was naturally next to the "Dongpo Snow Hall", so Su Shi was fortunate to witness the fastest building process.Murong Fu divided a hundred or so craftsmen into four groups to undertake the tasks of foundation building, beam erection, wall building, and whitewashing respectively. The craftsmen in each group only took on fixed tasks.The four groups seem to be irrelevant to each other but complement each other, just like flowing water, a new house was erected after only seven days.

Murong Fu, who had seen modern houses, also ordered people to burn a batch of ceramic tiles and stick them on the wall to increase the beauty.However, the firing of glass failed because the current technology cannot make flat glass.Of course, there was another choice for Murong Fuxing.Cut the successfully fired small pieces of glass into irregular shapes, stack them together and fix them with wooden strips to make windows.Although it is not bright enough in this way, it is at least very artistic.However, Bao BuTong fired cement under his guidance, and Feng BoE also fired ceramic tiles under his guidance.Murong Fu, who became angry from embarrassment, obviously forgot that there was another way, and in the end, the windows of the new house were still pasted with thick window paper.

Afterwards, Bao BuTong came to ask Murong Fu why he didn't try a few more times and insisted on completing the new house within seven days.Murong Fu replied without thinking: "The snow has already fallen, and the weather is getting colder every day. A bachelor can't wait!" Although Bao Budong knew about Murong Fu's grand plan, he still couldn't bear to hear this answer. Zhu slapped himself in private, punishing himself for talking too much.

After all the furniture and decorations were ready, Murong Fu, refreshed, brought the title deed to visit "Dongpo Snow Hall" again.Su Shi had expected that this new house appeared because of him, but he never expected that Murong Fu came to force the eviction.

Looking at this vicious and vicious Murong Fu who claimed to have taken a fancy to this "Dongpo Snow Hall" and forced him to change rooms with him, Su Shi couldn't help being speechless for a while.After a long time, Fang Fang asked softly: "Mr. Murong, are you sure you don't want your official career?" Although Su Shi was relegated, his literary name is still there.As for today's matter, as long as Su Shi writes a poem, Murong Fu's notoriety will be spread all over the world, and he will never be able to wash it away in his life.

Murong Fu only said calmly: "Yu Xin is kind, even though he died nine times, he never regretted it!"

As soon as Murong Fu said this, Su Shi looked up to the sky and sighed with tears.Su Shi is not only a literati, but also a technical talent. From the fact that Murong Fu built a house in seven days, he can see Murong Fu's ability.If he embarks on an official career, he doesn't need any teacher to increase his reputation.What's more, now I am just a criminal who is despised by officials.

Wang Runzhi, who had been hiding in the room and eavesdropping, couldn't help coming out at this time, persuading him, "Husband, such a disciple, why do you hesitate?"

"I'll move!" Su Shi got up and wiped away tears, and said loudly, "I have such a disciple, which official in the world can match me?"

How could it be so easy?I haven't made the second move yet!The bachelor is so affectionate and sexual, it is really admirable!Murong Fu was stunned for a moment and quickly knelt down, paid homage to Su Shi as a disciple, and said in his mouth: "Student Gusu Murong Fu, pay homage to your teacher!"

Finally, I got my wish!

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Murong: Why do I always feel that...something...is something wrong?

Director: That's all your illusion!