Chapter 77 The King of Northern Song Dynasty

Murong Fu carefully followed the words Yang Gui taught him, shared the same hatred of the enemy, analyzed the situation, and explained the pros and cons.

Fortunately, the situation was good, Mr. Chai nodded and agreed to Murong Fu's statement, asking him to live in the village for a while and transport money, grain and wealth by himself to promote the alliance between the Chai family and the Murong family.

Murong Fu was soaked behind him when he walked out. He had always acted as a wise man and rarely had such lobbying.

"Old Yang, it seems that Mr. Chai is really optimistic about the restoration of the country in Dayan." Murong Fu couldn't help but feel a lot of accomplishment in his heart. He could get money and food today and successfully restore the country tomorrow.

"I don't think so..."

Yang Gui raised his eyebrows into the hall.

I saw the long queue of visitors on Chaijiazhuang lined up, winding from the main hall to the entrance of the village. There were still many people standing on tiptoe and looking out, as if they wanted to get in front faster.

These people are not as cautious as Murong Fu, and they open the door and talk about their demands. At this time, a group of people standing in front of Chai He were constantly arguing fiercely.

"Mr. Chai, you can make a bid for my plan to replace the prince this time..."

"No, you are just plagiarizing my creativity, it's better for me, Master Chai, please follow me and change the emperor. Then we will control a puppet, and the world will be like the Chai family..."

"So shameless, I'll cheat money with these? Master Chai, come on this. Let's start with the Western Army, pretend to be the Western Xia and attack each other. When the two countries fight, we will smuggle the weapons of the Western Army..."

"I have to say that it's me. I open a restaurant in Bianliang, Tokyo, and comment on the ranking of heroes in the world. By then, just relying on the income from the takeaway rankings, it will be less than 100,000 taels of silver a year..."

For a moment, the dignified Chai Family Manor was like a vegetable market.

What surprised Murong Fu even more was that these were obviously money-deceptive plans. Chai He actually nodded, most of them ordered to invest money, and a small number of them disagreed with them and carefully interpreted the correction method.

Murong Fu looked depressed: "I still think that the Murong family's plan to restore the country is really touching. Together with our plan to restore the country, we steal the Taiyi Sword Sect's sword from the same level as the recycling price and exchange the Beggars' Sect for iron basins..."

Yang Gui didn't expect that the head of the Chai family would be such a person. He was not the local emperor of Cangzhou, he was simply Duoyu, the King of the Northern Song Dynasty.

Then he saw Chai He nodding and smiling at him. Yang Gui saw something familiar from his smile. This old guy is also a fun person. Anyway, relying on the privilege given by the big gift, the Chai family can't spend all the money, so why not have some fun?

He was sure he was a fellow fellow, and Yang Gui nodded in response with a smile that was also having fun.

Chai He also understood Yang Gui's intentions as Murong Fu, and couldn't help but continue to listen to the bullshit of the next wave of disciples with satisfaction.

Although Murong Fu lost confidence in himself when he saw this scene, Yang Gui understood that the weight of the Murong family and the Murong family's property combination was different after all.

Although most of the people in the hall had obtained Chai He's investment just now, the more was only a few thousand taels of silver and the less was dozens of taels.

But Murong Fu asked for 40,000 taels of gold, which was only the first phase of investment. Although it was agreed to deliver it in five batches, Murong Fu also hollowed out one-third of his family's assets and offered one thousand taels of gold first in order to show sincerity, that was also a terrible thing.

Each batch of 8,000 taels of gold is 80,000 taels of silver. The Murong family has ruined the accumulation of hundreds of years since the Murong Long City generation. Now, the total wealth accumulated by five or six generations to restore the country is only 30,000 taels.

It can be seen that playing the emotional card with the same situation is significant.

However, there are many visitors from Chaijiazhuang, most of them are people in the world who commit crimes to avoid disasters, and speculators who try to deceive Chai Daguanren with bad plans.

Murong Fu has gained great benefits, so he has come to find fault if he has not gotten it.

In the afternoon, Yang Gui and Murong Fu were about to go to rest after dinner, eight strong men formed a circle of fan-shaped men and surrounded them with malicious intentions.

A strong man in the lead smiled grimly, and he walked up with his joints "click" and said.

"You are Murong Fu, aren't you?" The strong man was 1.94 meters tall, and Murong Fu was less than 1.8 meters tall. He looked down at him from a high place: "I heard that you have received an investment of hundreds of thousands of taels of taels of Daguan Chai?"

"That's right." Murong Fu shook the folding fan lightly and didn't take this group of people seriously at all. "What, what do you think of? Could it be that you want to join my Nan Murong's command and earn some food and salary?"

"Pooh!"

The black man spat a mouthful of thick phlegm at Murong Fu's feet, "What a identity, Zhu Wenlong, I am making a living under your Nanman little white-faced man? I don't even urinate and take a look at what he is! With your garbage plan, I don't know what despicable means I used, but I actually deceived Mr. Chai so much money."

"We all remember what Master Chai has done to us over the years. You have deceived him so much money when you first arrived. We want to seek justice for Mr. Chai!"

"Yes, seek justice!"

"Shameless lie!"

The few people behind Zhu Wenlong were also excited and shouted with fists.

Hearing the sound, more and more people gathered over to try to watch the fun.

Murong Fu laughed after hearing their words, "I understand, what project did you mention and was rejected by Mr. Chai?"

"Hmph, let's scare you to death!"

It turned out that Zhu Wenlong came to Zhujiazhuang for more than three months to eat and live in Zhujiazhuang, but he never cheated money. Chai He didn't care about raising so many idle people, but before he went out, he promised the villagers that he would get money from Chai Daguanren to do a big career.

There was no movement at this time, so how could he have the attitude to go back to face the elders of his hometown?

So he found a few fellow villager's wool dragon and phoenix chicks, and it took eight days to come up with a clever plan:

Ask Mr. Chai to choose an aunt to give it to the current little emperor of Zhezong. This little emperor was raised by his grandmother since he was a child. He must have an Oedipus plot. At that time, the aunt will definitely be named a concubine. At that time, she will control the harem and cause trouble to the court. The Chai family took the opportunity to control the court. Isn’t that like the Great Zhou Dynasty restored the country!

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Originally, this proposal was mentally retarded, and the candidate for the imperial concubine Zhu Wenlong was his fourth aunt. Because the plan was too abstract, even the Lezi Ren Chaihe failed and sent him away.

When he went out, he heard that Murong Fu had received 40,000 taels of gold from Chai Hena, and concluded that Murong Fu snatched away the silver that belonged to him. He became angry from his heart and became brave and rushed up to trouble Murong Fu.

People in the martial arts world who can live in the Chai family for a long time are mostly good at martial arts, otherwise they would have been squeezed out long ago. Even though "Nan Murong" resounded throughout the martial arts world, Zhu Wenlong thought that he would still have a chance of winning.

After hearing the whole thing, Yang Gui stared at Zhu Wenlong, young man, you also came from the Ming Dynasty, right? You arranged the story of Concubine Wan very skillfully!

"Stop talking nonsense. The surname Murong is not a place where you, a southern barbarian, can come and go wild. Today, my grandfather will educate you!"

Zhu Wenlong shouted loudly, sat on the horse with a heavy waist, his clothes were automatically without wind, and emitted a huge impact and rushed towards the surroundings. Obviously, his internal strength was not shallow.

"Old Yang, look..."

Murong Fu rarely takes action when there are people around him. After all, he positioned himself as the emperor in the future, and he would not deal with such a few minions.

But Yang Gui waved the goose feather fan and quickly shrank behind, "Look at what I do, you can solve it yourself, I am a civil servant!"

Murong Fu touched the place where dark circles were once hanging on his face. He thought of Jiumozhi, who was assholeeded by the shock wave, and Ding Chunqiu, who was forced to show off his 6 and a half pounds of fragrant soft muscles. He wanted to ask in his heart: Do you want shame?

With your combat effectiveness, are you a civil servant?

But thinking about the tragic situation of offending Yang Gui, he didn't dare to speak out. Fortunately, he was so cowardly, otherwise Yang Gui would have told him a truth: "As a civil servant who is a star observer, it is very reasonable that I have an ice axe on my head, right?"

Zhu Wenlong looked at Yang Gui retreating, Murong Fu was embarrassed, and felt proud, "Look at the scratch, Fu Niu's acupoint hand!"

After saying that, he pointed his hands like swords, pointing to Murong Fu from left to right.

Seeing that the sword was about to point Murong Fu's key acupoint, Zhu Wenlong laughed and said, "Murrong Fu, a little face, remember here is not...uh!"

Before Zhu Wenlong finished speaking, he felt a huge force coming from his eyes, and was forced to retreat four meters away and fell to the ground.

Zhu Wenlong felt a circle of golden stars turning on his head, "You...you are not right, you, you, that's not the case, how can you do this?"

Zhu Wenlong was not stupid and honest. He had seen the skills of Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, and knew that the name of "Bei Qiao Feng, Nan Murong" could be ranked alongside Qiao Feng. Although he thought it was a bragging person from the bottom of his heart, he was also ready to lose.

His two points out hands were to point Murong Fu's acupoints so that he could not move. Then he would join his companions to humiliate Gusu Murong, thinking that even if he failed, he would "use his way to do it", he would just be fixed by the acupoints.

Who knew that the fist as big as a jealous bowl hit me.

"What's wrong? Since you dare to come to find fault, don't you have the awareness of being beaten, huh?"

Murong Fu snorted coldly and stepped forward. Zhu Wenlong felt a flash in front of him and did not react at all. Murong Fu punched his other eye socket again.

他自从挨过杨规的揍后,突然就爱上了这种打人方式.

How good it is, it is clean and environmentally friendly, has little lethality and is extremely insulting.

"Bang!"

"Ao!"

Zhu Wenlong covered his eyes and screamed in pain.

The crowd was dispersed around watching the fun.

Zhu Wenlong lay on the ground with a pair of panda eyes hanging on his back. Murong Fu was arrogant and was about to step over him.

But when his steps were about to step out of him, he suddenly thought of Yang Gui, looked back and looked at him with contempt.

Murong Fu couldn't help but feel a sudden jump in his heart. He really made Yang Gui polite ptsd. He kept thinking about what Yang Gui wanted him to do.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed through my mind, and Murong Fu clenched his fist with one hand and smashed it into the palm of his other hand, "Ah, that's it! That's what Mr. Yang meant!"
Chapter completed!