Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

Murong Fu nodded and said, "When this strange illness passes, take them to Huating County to practice their courage."

Feng Boping was overjoyed: "This is good. I heard that Japanese pirates often appear there."

"Haha, the young master is so wise." Bao BuTong and others praised him one after another.

Murong Fu said: "Last time, my brothers said that the strange disease came from the Qing Dynasty. Did they find out anything later?"

The four of them shook their heads: "Back to the young master, the Qing Dynasty is too closed, and we can't find out much. We only know that the first person to suffer from this strange disease was named Hu Yidao."

"Hu Yidao? Hero of Liaodong?" Murong Fu was stunned, but he didn't expect that this matter was related to him.

"Yes, Master, but he has been dead for many years, so he shouldn't have anything to do with this matter, right?" Feng Boping asked confused.

Murong Fu shook his head: "Forget it, water from afar can't quench our thirst for nearness. Let's go to Gusu City together tomorrow."

"I understand, Young Master." After the four of them finished speaking, they left.

Murong Fu tried to recall Hu Yidao's life and past, except for his murder.

There is nothing about strange illnesses.

Could it be that things have gone awry?

He couldn't figure it out and didn't bother to think about it anymore, so he planned to go to Gusucheng tomorrow to take a closer look.

Who would have known that in just one day, another news came that shocked all countries.

Ten days ago, the Yuan army defeated the Ming army with 300,000 soldiers. It was said that they were going to attack Huanglong and completely destroy the country.

Then refugees spread all over the place, and 70,000 refugees poured into Gusu City overnight.

The entire city was almost paralyzed suddenly.

Song Yongsi had no choice but to ask Murong Fu for help overnight.

"With so many refugees entering the city, why didn't the defenders stop them?" Murong Fu asked in confusion.

Song Yongsi showed a bitter look on his face: "The court has an order and you are not allowed to close the door and refuse."

"What's the truth?" Murong Fu looked at Song Yongsi in confusion.

"It seems that if the refugees go south, they will not go to the capital and affect His Majesty's mood." Song Yongsi said sheepishly.

"What a group of great men who serve the country and the people."

While Murong Fu felt speechless, he also felt that it was not worth it for the soldiers who fought desperately on the front line.

Song Yongsi looked at Murong Fu sheepishly and asked, "Mr. Murong, what do you think we should do now?"

"Haha, either Master Song will close the city gate, or send someone to watch over these refugees and kill them on the spot if they break the law." Murong Fu said in a deep voice.

"Kill them all? Will it cause an explosion?" Song Yongsi asked worriedly.

Murong Fu said calmly: "Isn't it a riot for refugees to rob other people's property?"

"This... I understand. Please ask Mr. Murong to take action earlier to save my Gusu." Song Yongsi said almost crying.

If this continues, it is very likely that he will follow in the footsteps of the previous governor and be beheaded.

"Don't worry, Master Song! I understand." Murong Fu also knew the seriousness of the matter and did not refuse.

Early the next morning, he brought four ministers to Gusu City.

Song Yongsi arranged for soldiers to wait here early in the morning.

"Mr. Murong, you are finally here." Fu Cheng, the secretary of the prefect, has been waiting for a long time.

When he saw Murong Fu coming, he quickly came forward with his officials to greet him.

Deng Baichuan introduced him in a low voice, and Murong Fu smiled and said, "Mr. Zhou has been kept waiting for a long time."

Zhou Mu shook his head repeatedly and said: "It's not hard, it's not hard. It's my honor to be able to wait for Master Murong."

"Haha, let's go to the government office." Murong Fu was not too polite and walked forward.

You can see refugees in many places along the road.

Wherever they passed, officials even had to clear the way.

"These refugees are really disgusting. They have made the city full of water. I have told them that there are strange diseases in the city and they still refuse to leave." Zhou Mu said angrily.

Murong Fu glanced around and looked back at Bao BuTong: "Third brother, ask the people in the old house to open a warehouse and put some food in to help these refugees."

"Understood, Young Master, my subordinates will go back and let them handle it." Bao BuTong said and left after saluting.

The remaining few people continued to walk towards the government office.

Not far away, everyone heard the cry of a little boy.

"Oh, mom, what's wrong with you? Don't let anything happen to you."

Murong Fu raised his head and looked over, hearing the sound, and saw a little boy with a relatively clean cheek.

Holding a woman there and crying.

So he kindly led everyone over to take a look.

"What happened to your mother?" Murong Fu asked.

The little boy suddenly heard someone behind him and was startled. He turned around and saw someone wearing official uniform.

He cried quickly: "The eldest man must be my mother, she is dying."

There was a hint of disdain on everyone's faces. Refugees are the most worthless things in the world.

Instead of rescuing the refugees, it would be better to buy this child home and become a slave.

Murong Fu glanced at the woman lying on the ground and could easily feel that she was extremely weak.

It’s not certain whether she can be saved, so she ordered: “Give her some water and see if she can be saved.”

"Okay, Master Murong." After Zhou Mu said this, he quickly asked someone to find a bowl of water and feed it to the woman.

After a while, the woman slowly opened her eyes and saw that she was surrounded by people, and she quickly sorted out the clues.

"Thank you, adults, for helping me," the woman said.

Zhou Mu's eyes lit up and he realized that this sickly woman was still pretty. He quickly said, "It's Master Murong's order. Just thank him properly."

"Mr. Murong?" The woman was stunned and looked up at Murong Fu, with a sharp look in her eyes.

Murong Fu narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling that the woman seemed a little strange, but she had a good idea.

He said, "Fourth brother, give them some food, let's go."

Feng Boping nodded and said, "I understand, Master."

With that said, Jean went to buy some dry food and handed it to the woman and little boy.

Also preparing to leave with others.

"Wait." the woman yelled.

Feng Boping raised his eyebrows and said, "What's the matter with you?"

The woman said: "The little girl is a widow. She can barely survive with her son on weekdays, but now there are refugees everywhere."

"As a woman, I really can't support my son, so I ask Mr. Murong to arrange a job for our daughter."

Murong Fu glanced at the woman and asked, "What will you do?"

"The little girl read some poems and books in her early years and is good at writing." The woman said.

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but look at each other.

In these days of war and chaos, except for some noble ladies, ordinary women may not be able to learn anything.

Murong Fu asked in confusion: "Where is your ancestral home? Are you a native of Gusu City?"

"No, the little girl is from the Qing Dynasty. She came to the Song Dynasty to find her relatives. Unexpectedly, she was no longer here, so she had no choice but to follow the refugees to Gusu City." The woman said frankly.

Murong Fu chuckled in his heart. He had been very curious about the Qing Dynasty recently. Unexpectedly, he even sent one of them.

"Okay, just stay with me for now. If possible, I will buy you mother and son."