Zongwu: Murong Fu! I want both the beauty and the kingdom

But outside the city of Bianliang, five people were riding on donkeys on the road.

"Sir, why do you insist on riding a donkey? It's too slow." Bao Bu Tong said. It took them several days to get from Quancheng to Bianliang. If they rode a horse, they would arrive in two or three days. Why should they suffer so much?

"You can go to Luoyang from Bianliang, but you can't go to Bianliang! Bianliang is the capital of a country, how can it be a place for you to act wild?!" Murong Fu glared at Bao Bu Tong, who immediately wilted.

"Haha, Master, you are right. If I still ride my high horse like before and arrive in Bianliang, if some nobleman takes a fancy to me, I might even be involved in a lawsuit and suffer an unexpected disaster."

Northern Song Dynasty, Bianliang. It is the place where the Qingming Shanghe Tu was painted. It is the dynasty where Su Shi, Ouyang Xiu, Wang Anshi, Su Zhe and Su Xun existed at the same time. How can you not go and see it?

Coming to the Song Dynasty, the era when Chinese poetry was at its most prosperous, how can you not go and see it for yourself?

Go and see the banks of the Bian River, go and see the sumo wrestling skills, and go and see the final peak moment of poetry.

At this moment, Murong Fu had selfish motives and went there with the intention of paying homage.

So he would not allow any accidents or anyone to ruin this pilgrimage.

Murong Fu not only required the men not to ride horses, but even replaced their weapons with iron fans.

Entering Bianliang City, I finally saw the peak prosperity of the modern era. The streets were filled with a dazzling array of goods, people were shoulder to shoulder, and sweating profusely, but after all, it was nothing like the subways of later times.

But the prosperity of the street also opened Deng Baichuan's eyes. They first went to their own silk shop to rest.

Although the Murong family had many businesses, the shops in Bianliang City still had the largest shipments and the highest profits. Bianliang alone accounted for a quarter of the sales of all silk shops in Jiangbei.

When he arrived in Bianliang, Murong Fu looked from afar at Wang Anshi, the reform tragedy, Su Shi and Su Zhe, who were full of vigor and vitality in their youth, and Ouyang Xiu, who had a righteous face.

It can be said that if he were to return to his previous life, Murong Fu could say without bragging: "I once ate at a roadside stall with Wang Anshi."

But Murong Fu also saw the darkness and decay beneath the prosperity, saw the guards on the city gate yawning and discussing where to go out at night, saw the sacks thrown on the flower boats by the river, and saw the scholars always calling their friends to go to the flower boats to drink wine.

Seeing the little boy performing, who clearly had no martial arts skills, his face flushed as he pressed against the metal tip of the gun, trying to bend the barrel.

Thinking of the Jingkang Incident that would happen in the future, thinking of the Jin cavalry that would crush everything in the future, thinking of the Mongolian cavalry's ruthless trampling in the future, Murong Fu felt a little sad, but helpless.

"Young man, I see you've been holding the bun in your hand for so long, but you haven't taken a single bite. Is it because it doesn't suit your appetite?"

Although Deng Baichuan and others had already noticed that the young master was a little unhappy, they didn't know how to comfort him. It was the old man selling buns who spoke up.

"Uncle, no, I just thought of something."

"Hahaha, when I was young, I was sometimes like you, wondering when I could get married. After all, my family was very poor, and even the fortune teller said that I would not live to be 20 years old."

"I always couldn't figure out what to do, but later on, I just stopped thinking about it and just did it."

"I used to carry bags for the canal, but later I broke my leg and couldn't carry it anymore. I was 20 years old that year."

"I worked as a waiter in a restaurant. An adult saw that I was ugly and said that I affected their appetite. He beat me up and my leg was broken and could not be reattached."

"Later, I set up a steamed bun stall and worked there every day."

"After working for two years, I got married."

"I worked in the East Market for five years and saved enough money to let my nephews and nephews buy another bun stall in the West Market. By that year, I was already the father of two children."

"Later, I took my wife with me, and five years later, I had bun stalls in both the South City and the North City."

"Ten years later, I even opened a bun stall in the surrounding counties and asked my eldest brother-in-law's son to run it."

"Now I am 80 years old, and even Luoyang and Chang'an have bun stalls."

"Wow, sir, you are the big boss!"

"That's not the case. Those bun stalls are mine because I invested the money and let my nephews and nieces grow up and run the business, and they just pay me some rent every year."

"As an old man, I just want to tell you, don't think too much, just do it. There is really no fixed number for life. If there was a fixed number, I would have died when I fell off the boat at the age of 20. How could I be living like this now with so many children and grandchildren?"

"My friend, everything in this world is just about making a living."

"Old man, stop nagging about how you make a living!" An old woman came over. Judging from her appearance, she must have been extremely beautiful when she was young.

"Hahaha, if it weren't for watching me struggle for my life and seeing that I would never admit defeat, would you marry me?!"

"Bah, you old pervert."

Murong Fu was somewhat moved. Fight for life! Fight for life! Haven't I been changing my fate these days? Why do you act like a child again at this moment?

Murong Fu stood up and bowed deeply to the old man.

"Let's go~" Murong Fu grabbed a bun and put down a silver ingot.

"Hey, sir, you don't need it. You really don't need it." The old man saw the silver and quickly picked it up to return it to Murong Fu.

"Keep it, young master will be happy!" Murong Fu was in a good mood and laughed out loud!

"Where are you going, Master? Wait for me." Brother Bao San was the last one to fall behind and hurriedly grabbed the bun. It was just an ingot of silver. The Master gave him too much.

"Luoyang!"

Before I leave, I want to write a poem, haha, Su Shi is a great talent, sorry.

"A bamboo stick and straw sandals are lighter than a horse. Who is afraid? A straw raincoat will protect me for the rest of my life!" --- Murong Fu.

"Ding~ Congratulations to the host. Your nickname Cixia has spread far and wide in the Central Plains. The host's luck has increased."