Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

A meal, the guest and host enjoy.

Zhang Cheng was very satisfied because when he left, he was carrying gems worth hundreds of thousands of silver coins.Murong Fu was also very satisfied, because he exchanged a bunch of stones that had no function except for looking at for a Xixia.

Zhang Cheng is not a stupid person. He will definitely manage everything well and facilitate this business of one hundred thousand dans of green salt.

As for where it was sold, it was definitely not the Song Dynasty, nor was it all Dali.To transport salt from the Song Dynasty to Dali, not to mention the up and down management, consumes a huge amount of resources, and it may not be possible.Even if Murong Fu had great hands and eyes and transported these [-] tons of green salt to Dali under the eyes of the Song Dynasty, the transportation costs along the way would have been sky-high.

But if you go directly from Tubo, although there are many mountains along the way and the journey is extremely difficult, you don't have to worry about him not letting you go, and you can also prevent the other party from raising additional taxes.

Don’t forget that the current Tubo Master Jiumozhi is his brother, his dearest relative and friend!

Over time, up to a year and a half, most of the officials in Xixia will benefit from this network of interests and spontaneously maintain it.By that time, will it matter whether the person in charge of Xixia is the emperor's uncle or the emperor's mother?Aren't you the one who has the final say?

And as soon as the trade route opened, coming and going, wouldn't it be a very common and logical thing to transport something to Xixia?
Of course, to realize this idea, you have to find an old friend of yours.

A month later, in an abandoned market on the border between Song and Xia.

Due to the War between Song and Xia half a year ago, all the forecourts on the border were closed, and this border town, which had briefly prospered due to the traders traveling from south to north, fell silent.

At this time, in the only tavern in this town, Murong Fu once again met an old friend of his.

Jiumozhi still had that majestic and kind look, but no matter how hard he tried to hide it, he couldn't hide the trace of wariness in his eyes.

"There is no good vegetarian food in this remote shop. It is Murong Fu's wish to offend Master and use some side dishes indiscriminately. Master, please, you're welcome!"

Murong Fu picked up a piece of soy beef with chopsticks and brought it to his mouth. He made a "please" gesture to Jiumozhi, indicating that he could eat and drink as he pleased.However, looking at the table full of roast chicken, smoked goose feet, soy sauce beef, and shrimp paste, even though Jiumozhi was already hungry, he didn't have the space to put down his chopsticks.After wandering for a long time, I finally had no choice but to put down my chopsticks and clasped my hands together: "Amitabha!"

Murong Fu snickered in his heart, but a look of sudden realization appeared on his face: "Oh, I forgot that Master Xianzong practitioners cannot eat these meaty fish. Ashamed, ashamed!"

Although Tibetan Buddhism does not prohibit believers from eating meat, after all, on the snowy plateau, vegetarian dishes are more valuable than meat.Buddha also had to talk about the actual situation.However, Jiumozhi, as an eminent monk in a monastery and a master of the Tubo state, was respected even above the ruler of the country, so naturally he was not subject to this restriction.Therefore, this guy is actually a vegetarian like the monks in Shaolin Temple!
Jiumozhi clearly knew that the other party was teasing him, but he could only put his hand on his forehead helplessly: "Donor Murong, you are so polite. This poor monk is not hungry."

However, his stomach rumbled at an inappropriate time, as if it was against him.

As for why Jiumozhi appeared here, of course it was Murong Fu's masterpiece: knowing that the Tubo Imperial Master was not doing business all day long, and was finding a group of monks to argue with him in major temples day by day, Murong Fu directly ordered his generals to Jiumozhi's portraits were posted at the entrances of major temples, along with the following sentence: Anyone who provides clues about this person will be rewarded with 100 taels of gold.
Thinking of Murong Fu's indifferent behavior, Jiumozhi's teeth ached with hatred.

Jiumozhi said: "Mr. Murong went to great lengths to find the poor monk. I'm afraid he shouldn't let the poor monk sit here and watch the young master eat, right?"

Murong Fu raised his eyebrows and looked at Jiumozhi with a smile, who was full of anger and dared not show up: "Of course not, of course not." After saying that, he took out a piece of silk and patted it in front of Jiumozhi: "If I remember correctly , A few months ago, the master owed me a large debt. As the master of the Tubo State, the master has such a distinguished status, of course he will not rely on me, a scumbag with no foundation and career, right?"

Jiumozhi's eyes twitched when he heard this: No foundation and no career?The rivers and lakes are wild?Do you want to listen to what you are saying?
Never seen such a brazen person!
However, looking at the word "debt" clearly written on the silk, Jiumozhi could only sigh: He really couldn't resist that face.

This "debt" was exactly what was promised to the other party when he asked the other party to untie the life and death talisman planted by Child Elder.

However, Jiumozhi was confused: Murong Fu shouldn't go all the way to such a remote place for such things, right?

Murong Fu raised his hand, and a fiery invisible force hit the silk. The IOU, worth no less than ten thousand taels of gold, slowly turned into ashes all over the sky in front of Jiumozhi.

Under Jiumozhi's astonished eyes, Murong Fu waved his hands and said: "The agreement we made with Master was just a temporary game. Master, don't worry too much. This agreement is invalidated today."

"Amitabha, you are so good, so good!" Jiumo was not done yet. He was about to say a few more words, "Mr. Murong has a kind heart and has the style of his ancestors" when he heard Murong Fu change the subject and let Jiumo know what he was talking about. Zhi's heart raised to his throat: "Murong Fu invited Master here this time to ask him something important!"

"I hope that the master will inform the ruler of Tubo and open a convenient door for a batch of green salt shipped from Xixia to Dali."

Jiumozhi sighed in his heart: It is indeed so.Just when he was thinking about how to politely reject the other party without making him angry, Murong Fu's next sentence made him change his mind: "No matter how much green salt was shipped from Xixia to Dali, [-]% of it went to Tubo. As a transit fee.”

Jiumozhi secretly rejoiced: It must be a big deal to allow Murong Fu, who was not short of money, to go there in person. Tubo could get [-]% of the profit without doing anything in the process. It was definitely a big benefit. good thing.As Tubo's national advisor, he naturally wanted to seek the best interests of Tubo.Maybe, if you try harder, you can get more?
So Jiumozhi made a troubled expression: "Amitabha, you don't know something. Even though the poor monk is the master of the Tubo Kingdom, he still cannot decide such important matters without authorization. He must return to Tubo and report to the Lord of the Tubo Kingdom before he can make a decision."

Murong Fu: "Twenty percent!"

Jiumozhi said anxiously: "Sir, what the poor monk said is true. This matter is true."

Murong Fu: "[-]%!"

Jiumozhi: "Deal!" Seeing that if he continued to ramble, the other party might just give up the money. If he didn't make the other party angry, he might plant two more life and death talismans for himself. Jiumozhi was very aware of the current situation and planted it on Murong Fu. I chose to agree to the lower price before.

When Murong Fu saw that Jiumozhi was so enlightened, he beamed with joy and said, "Master is indeed a generous man. Let me tell you, Master's Dharma must be profound and he will not care about the small profits of these worldly businessmen."

Jiumozhi couldn't laugh or cry, and said with a wry smile: "Old Mr. Murong Bo is very knowledgeable. He will definitely feel gratified to know that Mr. Murong is so great."

When Jiumozhi mentioned Murong Bo, an old swindler, Murong Fu's face suddenly dropped: I was planning to treat you to a meal to celebrate our cooperation, but in this case, you'd better be hungry.

(End of this chapter)