Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

After Gongye Qian figured out the connection, he patted his forehead and felt a little regretful.

Murong Fu continued, "Second Brother Gongye, there's no need to blame yourself. Just don't blow it up again."

You still need to do as I say, and don't act on your own initiative.

At this point, Murong Fu's tone became much sterner, his eyes sharp as knives, and Gongye Qian dared not meet his gaze.

Previously, Gongye Qian believed that although Murong Fu was the young master, he was still young and needed to rely on his brothers.

Even though in the past six months, under Murong Fu's command, their Murong rebel group has been thriving and growing stronger.

However, he did not completely give up his habit of relying on his seniority, especially when Murong Fu left, he naturally wanted to make a name for himself.

But to his surprise, Murong Fu was able to easily point out his problem.

Moreover, during the fight with Kumārajīva earlier today, neither he nor the other three were able to force out Kumārajīva's true strength. It was as if the other party was playing with them like a cat or a dog.

However, their own young master Murong was able to fight that foreign monk to a standstill, not only forcing him to use the Flaming Blade, a martial arts masterpiece, but also ultimately making him vomit blood.

Even his demeanor suggests he is completely at ease.

At this point, Gongye Qian completely believed Murong Fu's judgment and was utterly convinced of Murong Fu's abilities.

Thinking back carefully, it seems that Murong Fu became a different person after he went into a state of demonic possession and began recuperating more than half a year ago.

He no longer discussed matters of restoring the country with his brothers, and seemed to have lost the respect he had shown to the four of them, especially to Gongye Qian and his elder brother Deng Baichuan.

They discussed it privately many times and all thought that Murong Fu had lost his ambition to restore the country, so they went to see Murong Fu again and again.

But as they expected, every time they went to see Murong Fu, he would either be out sightseeing with his two little girls, A Zhu and A Bi, or he would be sunbathing in the courtyard of Canhe Manor.

Although the young master did not neglect his martial arts training every day during that period, in their eyes, if he did not discuss the grand plan for the restoration of the country with the four of them, the pillars of the Great Yan, every day, he would be considered to have lost his ambition.

However, every time they came to visit, the young master would refute their concerns and suggestions one by one. Even Bao San Di, who was the most capable of spouting nonsense, could not win against the young master.

And each time, they would assign them a lot of strange and unusual tasks.

But as subjects, they still obeyed and carried out the order.

Privately, the four of them thought that the young master had worked so hard for the restoration of the kingdom for so many years, and that his temporary setback due to his serious illness had led to many unrealistic fantasies. They believed that after some time, he would find that these were all useless, and that he would probably ask the four of them to come up with a plan for the Great Yan again.

Unexpectedly, most of the young master's seemingly far-fetched ideas achieved remarkable results.

In particular, he had been in charge of developing the cannon mine, and he had repeatedly imagined its significant role on the battlefield...

Now, Gongye Qian's eyes are filled with admiration and appreciation when he looks at Murong Fu. The image of the young master lying flat in the past has become unfathomable in his mind.

He suddenly thought of a saying: "Those who labor with their minds govern others; those who labor with their bodies are governed by others."

The young master is clearly a man of great thought; this is the demeanor of an emperor!

Then I suddenly remembered a saying by Emperor Liu Bang of the Han Dynasty: "In planning strategies, I am not as good as Zhang Liang; in stabilizing the country, I am not as good as Xiao He; in leading troops into battle, I am not as good as Han Xin; in quick wit and strategy, I am not as good as Chen Ping."

But he used all these people for his own purposes, and eventually he achieved imperial power.

In an instant, the image of Murong Fu in his eyes overlapped with that of Liu Bang, the founding emperor of the Han Dynasty.

As for myself, I am certain to possess the qualities of Xiao He and Zhang Liang...

Gongye Qian's thoughts were extremely quick; he had imagined things for a long time, but in reality, it only took a few breaths. Then, he clasped his hands, bowed his head, and said:

"Alright, young master."

Your humble servant will never do it again.

Murong Fu nodded and said:

"Second Brother Gongye, you can make fewer fireworks in the future. Why don't you spend the extra time making weapons instead?"

Have you fully mastered the traditional coking methods I told you about before? And what about limestone-assisted fusion...?

We cannot let any of these skilled blacksmiths go. Even if we have to keep them on our side until we find a market for their products, we must keep their techniques a secret.

Keep the best pieces you produce, or create a story about them and auction them off at a high price.

Other practice pieces can be sold to martial arts sects or out-of-town gangs.

They all use our Murong Escort Agency for shipping goods, with payment upon delivery.

But if any fool tries to rip off someone by eating and drinking for free, we'll just come to their door and let them choose.

Murong Fu thought that using the pretext of restoring the country was really good. His four retainers, who were single-mindedly devoted to restoring the country, were as stubborn as mules, but they were indeed talented and loyal. As long as he used the pretext of restoring the country, they would work tirelessly.

What kind of nuclear-powered oxen and horses?!

He only needs to offer a few pointers occasionally, and he could potentially turn a business into a success, expanding the Murong family's assets and making it easier for him to relax and enjoy life.

Just as Murong Fu was feeling smug, Zhong Ling, sitting next to him, tugged at his sleeve. Her large, dark eyes darted around, looking exceptionally adorable. She whispered:

"Brother-in-law, what are fireworks?"

I've never heard of this in Dali. Is it a unique species from Suzhou?

Isn't it pretty?

Murong Fu patted her head and said, "Fireworks are flowers, yet not flowers, and they can only be seen at night. They're quite magical."

Zhong Ling's eyes lit up. She was a little girl, so naturally she liked flowers, but seeing Murong Fu's irrelevant answer, she pretended to be unhappy and pouted.

"Brother-in-law, why don't you just say whether she's pretty or not?"

Murong Fu swallowed the braised pork knuckle he had just put in his mouth and said:

"Of course it's beautiful! Let's go watch the fireworks after dinner!"

Everyone else was delighted to hear that.

Since Murong Fu left, Wang Yuyan has not gone out of her way to find someone to set off fireworks.

Even the three chief retainers were very fond of fireworks, a peculiar but beautiful thing, and always said it was an auspicious sign of the revival of the Great Yan.

Only Mu Wanqing didn't believe it. She had seen too many datura flowers in the Dali Kingdom, each with its own unique beauty and variety.

Upon arriving in Suzhou, she saw that there were also many datura flowers at Murong Fu's manor, but in her eyes, they were far inferior to those at the Zhennan Prince's manor.

Therefore, he also felt contempt for the fireworks that Murong Fu mentioned.

He said casually, "Whether it's true or not, we don't want to disappoint Zhong Ling."

Murong Fu completely ignored Mu Wanqing. "Little girl, you have a problem with me? Then I'll just give you the silent treatment."

No one can stand passive-aggressive behavior!

Sure enough, Mu Wanqing was furious when she saw that Murong Fu didn't even glance at her.

He put down his chopsticks and said coldly, "I'm finished eating. I'm going back to rest now."

Zhong Ling asked疑惑地问道, "Sister Mu, aren't you going to watch the fireworks?"

Mu Wanqing didn't reply to her and had already walked out the door.

Everyone else present thought the girl was a bit strange. Azhu wanted to ask Mu Wanqing what was wrong, since she felt that as the older sister, she should care about her.

But Murong Fu gestured for her not to interfere and to eat first.

Murong Fu always believed that you should never spoil a naughty child when they misbehave!