Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 38 Professional
"I have three strategies: best, middle and worst!" Shi Fei stretched out three fingers.

Murong Bo asked hurriedly: "Which three strategies?"

"The worst strategy is to establish a sect, either in Shandong or north of the Huai River, to deceive people and defraud them of their money, food and people. Wait for the right time, and then you can sweep across an area!" said Shi Fei.

"It's no problem to establish a separate country."

Murong Bo's eyes lit up when he heard this, why didn't he think of this!
Since ancient times, people have often used prophecies from ghosts and gods to build momentum for uprisings.

"He's a swindler and his foundation is unstable!" he said stubbornly.

"Better than you are now!" Shi Fei said, "The middle strategy is to join the court, make achievements, and become a powerful official! Then put on the yellow robe, stage a coup, and change the dynasty from then on!"

This is the path of Zhao Kuangyin and also the path of the Northern Song Dynasty.

When Murong Bo heard this, he felt it was a bit difficult and said, "How difficult is it to join the court and become a powerful official?"

Shi Fei asked back: "Do you know Murong Yanzhao?"

Murong Yanzhao was a famous general from the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms to the early Northern Song Dynasty, and the son of Murong Zhang, the governor of Kaizhou.

He fought many battles throughout his life, and participated in several major wars of unification in the Later Zhou Dynasty and the Northern Song Dynasty as a military commander, and made outstanding military achievements.

He played an important role in the founding of the Northern Song Dynasty and the war of unification, and was a founding hero of the Northern Song Dynasty.

After his death, the Northern Song court posthumously awarded him the title of Zhongshu Ling and the title of King of Henan. His descendants are still serving as officials in the court of the Song Dynasty.

Murong Bo said: "Of course I know that he is still a distant relative of our Murong family. We have always looked down on them."

It's obvious that they look down on you!
One is a king of a different surname from the Song Dynasty, and the other is a madman who wants to restore the country. They are not the same kind of people. If they look at you, they will lose.

"...Look at how others are doing, and then look at how you are doing!" Shi Fei said to him.

Murong Bo twisted his neck and said stubbornly: "They are all dogs for others! They are the court's lackeys!"

"And you are a lost dog!" Shi Fei exposed him without hesitation: "You have accomplished nothing!"

"How difficult it is to do great things?" Murong Bo sighed and said:
"I am now over 40 years old and have worked diligently for the restoration of my country. Now you have also developed hysteria. It doesn't matter whether you are my son or not, but you must remember to restore my country."

In his heart, his son is important, but restoring the country is also important.

But if he had to choose between restoring his country and having a son, he would probably choose restoring his country.

How difficult is it to do big things?
He has already lived half of his life and tried every possible way, but it is still like a castle in the air or a moon in the water.

Shi Fei said: "Liu Bei was in his forties or fifties and his thigh muscles grew back and he shed tears. You are in your forties, the age to fight and struggle, how come you are..."

"If you become lazy and slack when you encounter setbacks, how can you achieve great things in the future?"

At the age of forty, Liu Bei lived as a guest in Jingzhou, living under someone else's roof. He stayed there for eight years, and during these eight years, Liu Bei achieved nothing!
One day, when he went to the toilet, he found that the fat on the inside of his thighs that had disappeared due to years of horse riding had grown again. He lamented that he was old and his ambitions had not been fulfilled, and he couldn't help but cry.

Compared with a hero like Liu Bei, Murong Bo's expectation of his son to restore the country was a bit too petty.

Your forties are the time to struggle!
Shi Fei added: "You count on your son? Your son counts on your son's son, generation after generation. No wonder nothing has been accomplished in the past seven hundred years!"

"You don't work hard yourself, but rely on others. You are such a loser! You might as well call Murong loser."

Instead of relying on your son, rely on yourself!
Many heroes in ancient times never expected their sons to establish a country.

Shi Fei's words were simply a curse directed at Murong Bo.

Murong Bo was scolded, but he couldn't refute it, so he could only blush and say: "What's the best strategy?"

If it were an ordinary person, he would attack him, but he would not be able to win.

"The best strategy..." Shi Fei thought about it, and then thought of the dragon-slaying technique he saw, and said, "You don't deserve to hear it!"

"But there is a better plan that is not the best plan!"

Murong Bo said: "What do you mean by the best strategy that is not the best strategy?"

Shi Fei said: "That means you should go to the grasslands in the north now, gather the grassland tribes, rebuild the Xianbei Murong family, and strengthen your strength bit by bit!" "A man should achieve fame and success right away!"

"The Liao Kingdom is not a monolithic entity. Once the time is right, it may become a huge country spanning the north!"

"This..." Murong Bo pondered.

To put it well is "annex the tribes and rebuild the Xianbei", to put it badly is "go to the grassland and eat the northwest wind"!
He hesitated.

He grew up in the south of the Yangtze River and seldom went to the north, let alone the grassland.

If he really goes to the northern grasslands, will he be able to adapt to it?

Can you humble yourself and bring the Tartars on the grassland under control?
Can those people obey him?

Many questions flashed through his mind and he looked hesitant.

Shi Fei looked at him, sighed and said: "People like you cherish their lives when doing great things, and forget about morality when they see small profits."

"I dislike the worst option, but I'm not willing to sacrifice my life for the best option. So let's go with the middle option!"

"Study hard and prepare for the imperial examination! In the future, when the world is in chaos, you may become a local lord."

Murong Bo asked: "Will the world be in chaos in the future?"

"Then you should at least strive to be a family of officials. Wouldn't it be easier for your son to rebel in the future?" Shi Fei said.

Murong Bo nodded, it seemed to make sense. So...he was going to start the imperial examination now?
First, one must pass the county and prefectural examinations to become a student, then the academy examination to become a scholar, then the provincial examination to become a juren, and finally the metropolitan and palace examinations to become a disciple of the emperor, and then one can become an official.

Just thinking about the process involved made Murong Bo's scalp tingle.

If he could read and understand books when he was young, wouldn't he have passed the exam long ago?

"It doesn't seem right..." He thought, and felt that the path of imperial examination was quite difficult.

"Just studying doesn't guarantee you'll pass the exam!"

Shi Fei glanced at him and said, "You won't cheat?"

"Ah?" Murong Bo was stunned.

"You take the imperial examination in order to become a good adviser, so of course you have to be as efficient as possible. If you don't really take the exam in a very strict manner, then it will take you forever!" Shi Fei felt that this was a rotten tree that could not be carved.

I even know who the next emperor will be, but I won’t tell you!

Let yourself play slowly.

"Now, just memorize the book well!" Shi Fei took a copy of "The Doctrine of the Mean" and slapped it in front of Murong Bo.

"Memorize this first today. You are not allowed to eat until you finish memorizing it!"

Murong Bo looked at the book and didn't want to memorize it.

Shi Fei continued to PUA him, saying: "Have you forgotten the glory of the Murong family? Don't you want to restore the country? Do you want to rely on your son?"

"Why don't you marry a few concubines, have a few more sons, and let them restore their country?"

Murong Bo's face twitched. He looked at his son Murong Fu, sighed, and picked up "The Doctrine of the Mean".

At this moment, the identities of father and son seemed to be reversed.

Shi Fei looked at Murong Bo who was reading, and also picked up a book. The title of the book was "The Interpretation of Dreams by Zhou Gong".

What is the meaning of dreaming every night?
Is he really going to spend his entire life in this dream?
But if I end the dream too early, I won’t be able to fall asleep...

Not being able to sleep is a pain.

He needed to find a way to get some sleep.

　It is indeed painful not being able to sleep... (The Nine Forbidden Black Monkey is so damn difficult! I am clumsy!)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)