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 gesture with fists clasped.
But what makes people laugh is that although there is nothing wrong with the etiquette on his hands, 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 have the nerve to accept your courtesy?"
Murong Fu smiled, this old man is 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 asked everyone for drinks earlier, Murong Fu only found it interesting and touching, so he came here on purpose.
The Song Dynasty version of "Mr. Murong pays for everything tonight". The purpose is to show kindness to others without forgetting it, and to treat straightforwardness with straightforwardness.
If you directly wave to others and ask them to come over, it would seem to be looking down on them. For others, it would be no problem to do so, but Murong Fu couldn't do it. Because he knew the deeds of these people and respected these people from the bottom of his heart. So he
I would rather throw out a piece of gold and invite the whole restaurant to drink, so as to satisfy the old beggar's desire to drink, than call the old beggar here 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 myself.
The most impressive sect in the world of martial arts is undoubtedly the Beggar Clan. 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 to wear hairpins and apply powder on them, and famous generals like Di Qing were not considered heroes, they supported the few backbones of the Song Dynasty. They truly explained what it means to be a loyal man in the wilderness.
Although there are some disgusting pieces of rat shit, this does not prevent Murong Fu from respecting this group from the bottom of his heart. This is a group of the most ideal people.
Everyone looked at the young beggar curiously, curious about this great hero who was as famous as their own Gang Leader Qiao.
Murong Fu put his hands on his hands and laughed: "As this is the case, I would like to ask Senior Wu to introduce me to you as soon as possible."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
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 admired Rong Fu for being bold and uninhibited, and he directly called each other brother regardless of the obvious seniority difference between the two. You must know that with his reputation and prestige in the world, he was always called "brother" whether in or outside the gang.
Seniors and masters.
What's even more cruel is that as tolerant as this era was to the scholar-bureaucrats, it was also cruel to the tenant farmers. "History of the Song Dynasty" records that in the Song Dynasty, if the owner of the household beat and killed the tenants, the crime liability was halved. On the contrary, if the tenants killed the tenants, the crime liability was halved.
double!
If you can't bear this kind of torture, you can only choose to become a refugee.
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?"
Murong Fu couldn't help but ask: "Then, brothers, who do you think there are such great heroes?"
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 pay homage to Brother Xiu!"
Wu Changfeng drank a large bowl of wine and said with red eyes: "That year the Khitan invaded our border in large numbers. I, Wu Changfeng, led eighty-three brothers from the Beggar Clan to defend Yingchou Cliff.
How could this not make Murong Fu admire him?
Although the Song Dynasty left such a group of people cornered, some of them still chose to defend the Song Dynasty, which reduced them to beggars.
Another person said: "I think there is another person who deserves the name of this great hero!"
Don't look at how prosperous and dazzling Bianjing City is, there are countless people who are desperate and take risks on the waterway of Bianhe River. After leaving the city wall, there is Sun Erniang's bun shop twenty miles away. The real-life version of "Diary of a Madman" in this era
It happens every day. It's just that in this era there is no so-called good minister of the country who advocates tenants to rent out their idle houses and use the family's horse-drawn carriage to haul goods to subsidize their families.
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 it be just a bowl of wine? Why don't you sit down and drink together?
How good is he?"
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.
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'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 not. 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 of the dynasty only know how to live in peace and exploit the people. As a result, the people are poor and the country is weak, foreign countries are in power, the heroes are choked, and the strong men are in tears!"
This era is not the peaceful and prosperous age that some people imagine. At best, it is a prosperous age for literati and officials, a prosperous age for businessmen, and a prosperous age for officials, but it is not a prosperous age for ordinary people.
Poor eighty-three disciples with six and seven bags, they were able to withstand the successive attacks of thousands of Khitan soldiers. Even so, most of the brothers were killed or injured. By the end of the battle, only six people survived, including me, Wu Changfeng.
Useless old bones! That battle was really bloody, with corpses everywhere. Even so, none of my disciples of the Beggar Clan were a coward! They all spilled their last drop of blood on Yingchou Cliff! In the end, Marshal Yang sent his
The Third Young Master brought five hundred elite soldiers over to relieve the siege. With the help of internal and external cooperation, the Khitan soldiers were defeated!"
A beggar had already shouted loudly: "Of course it's 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 one of them is unknown to anyone."
Someone sighed: "I often hear my friends in Taoist circles talk about 'Northern Qiao Feng, Southern Murong'. I never thought that apart from Gang Leader Qiao and the Jiangnan Murong clan, there are such young knights with strong martial arts skills and great 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!"
The man smiled and said: "Of course it has something to do with it. According to Captain Qiu of Dayong, the remaining few of them were able to escape with their lives because of a heroic soldier who was famous in the south of the Yangtze River."
It’s often hard to have enough food all year round.
Everyone drank at the same table and chatted about everything. There was no distinction between high and low, kings, grandsons, and beggars. A group of good men gathered together to talk about important things about their family, country, world, and rivers and lakes. When they got emotional, they burst into laughter, singing generous and tragic songs, as if they were crazy.
As drunk as stupid as crazy.
Everyone nodded in agreement.
His voice was not quiet, and the other drinkers only thought that this weird old man was drunk and acting crazy. Only a few disciples of the Beggar Clan and Murong Fu knew clearly that what the sloppy old man in front of them said was not false.
The rulers' exploitation of ordinary people, especially tenant farmers who relied on the land for a living, 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. The tenant farmers need to give more than 30% of their harvest to the emperor.
More than 40% of the harvest was used to pay tenant rent.
All the beggars were in awe. One young man even said: "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 the Song Dynasty!"
Everyone liked Murong Fu's modesty and politeness, his behavior and actions came from the heart, and there was no intention of looking down on others. They usually made a living by begging for food, and they were looked down upon. When they heard that Murong Fu was so extravagant, they felt happy and raised their hands in unison.
With the big wine bowl in his hand, he drank it all in one gulp.
Wu Changfeng smiled and said: "Master Xiu, old beggar, thank you for taking care of my old face and spending money on it. 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."
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?"
"Senior, if you think highly of the old beggar, just call us Brother Wu!"
Speaking of excitement, Wu Changfeng burst into tears, as if he had gone back to the frontier battlefield where the fighting was fierce and the sound of killing was loud, and 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.
Rivers and mountains risk their lives and forget about death? 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?"
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 opposite us, right, Mr. Xiu?"