It was dawn, and Ning Fu was awakened by the noise of the market outside.

With no sleep at all, he simply put on his clothes, opened the door and came outside.

Outside is a narrow and messy little yard.

There are no high-rise buildings outside the courtyard wall, only fire-watching towers can be seen standing in Bianliang City.

The cornices and brackets loomed or appeared under the early morning mist, which looked a bit unreal.

Ning Fu sighed softly, still unable to accept the fact that he had traveled to the Northern Song Dynasty.

I didn't expect that I would become a rebel, born!

…

A few days ago, Ning Fu, who had just traveled through time, was sitting in front of the bed.

The skinny old man lying on the bed held Ning Fu's hands tightly and said: "Son, my father will tell you a secret. We are not an ordinary family. My grandfather, your great-grandfather, was Zhou Shizong-Rui.

The fifth prince of Emperor Wu Xiaowen!”

"Zhou Shizong Chai Rong?"

Ning Fu asked with a confused look on his face.

"You bastard! Don't call your great ancestor by his first name!"

The skinny old man's eyes widened in anger, but then he coughed violently and continued:

"Back then, Zhao Kuangyin, a rebellious minister and traitor, usurped the throne. Under the protection of several personal guards, your great-grandfather fled to Hebei. He changed his surname to Ning and was determined to restore the country and regain the land of Zhou Dynasty. Unfortunately, he has been running around all his life, but he still failed.

Your wish comes true!”

When the old man finished speaking, he coughed violently again: "That's why my father named you Fu and Chengzhi, in the hope that one day you can inherit your great-grandfather's legacy and successfully restore the country!"

"This name..."

Ning Fu was speechless. He thought of a cousin who had the same name as him but a different surname. In the end, this guy couldn't return to the country and he went crazy!

"Father, since we want to restore our country, we must have money, food, and many subordinates, right?"

Ning Fu's eyes suddenly lit up and he asked a question.

"Of course! Back then, your great-grandfather and grandfather traveled around, contacted many old ministers who were loyal to me, the Great Zhou Dynasty, accumulated tens of thousands of wealth, and even had many subordinates who were loyal to my Ning family!"

The old man was very excited when he said this.

Ning Fu was even more happy, he could finally be a rich man in this life!

But then the old man said with a sad face, "Unfortunately, I was eager to raise troops later. In a big battle, all my men were slaughtered by the officers and soldiers, and my family property was gone. I had to flee to Bianliang City alone, hoping to assassinate the Dog Emperor if I had the chance."

Get rid of this bad breath in your chest."

Ning Fu's face fell. His start was far worse than that of his cousin. At least he had a beautiful little cousin.

"So now we want money but have no money, and we want people but no one, so why should we rebel?"

Ning Fu said in despair.

"Fu'er, you must not think like this. We, father and son, work together and are as powerful as gold. As long as there is one person in my Ning family, we will definitely overthrow the pseudo-Song Dynasty!"

When the old man finished speaking, his cloudy old eyes suddenly became extremely sharp.

Ning Fu didn't dare to look at him.

However, that very night, this heartbroken old man left.

…

"Anti-Song Dynasty and Fuzhou Dynasty? Lack of start-up bonus!"

Ning Fu sighed and looked around at the yard he was in.

As soon as the old man left, all the family's money was spent on his funeral.

"This yard seems to be quite valuable, but I wonder if the landlord is willing to support my cause of rebellion?"

After Ning Fu finished speaking, he thought about it carefully.

In the end, I felt that the landlord might be the first to tie me up and bring him to court.

"As a country of Mao, why don't we think about how to survive in this strange era?"

Ning Fu said to himself again.

Anyway, he doesn't really want to be reunited. Restoring the country or something like that means nothing to him.

The yard I rented is not big.

There are two main rooms at the back. Ning Fu and his father lived in one room each.

There is a small courtyard in the middle.

There is a small noodle shop in front.

When Ning's father was still alive, he made a living by opening a noodle shop.

Ning Fu walked to the noodle shop in front.

The noodle shop is very small, with room for only six tables.

The kitchen in the back is even smaller and can only accommodate one person. Even when turning around, you have to be careful not to touch the pots and pans.

When I opened the door of the noodle shop, I was greeted by the din.

Old man Yan who runs the tea shed.

Aunt Wang making pancakes.

Brother Lu who sells groceries.

As well as errand runners on the street, charcoal pickers, laborers, etc.

These people formed a picture of a bustling ancient market, which was vividly displayed in front of Ning Fu.

It is now the eighth year of Yuanyou, and Empress Dowager Gao, known as the "female middle school of Yao and Shun", has just passed away.

The young emperor Zhao Xu took charge of the government personally.

That is, the short-lived Song Zhezong in history was gearing up for a big fight.

It is also from this year that the new parties that were previously demoted will return one after another.

Launched a counterattack against Lu Dafang, Liu Zhi, Su Shi brothers and other old parties.

Even Sima Guang and Lu Gongzhu, who had died long ago, refused to let go, thus pushing the old and new party struggles to an unprecedented new climax.

"Xiao Yi is up, come and eat!"

At this moment, Aunt Wang who was kneading dough next door immediately greeted Ning Fu when she saw him.

Aunt Wang was a neighbor of Ning Fu. She usually made a living by selling cooking cakes, which were later known as steamed buns.

When Ning's father passed away, it was thanks to Aunt Wang that she helped Ning organize the funeral arrangements and even had his two meals a day at Aunt Wang's house.

"coming!"

Ning Fu agreed and walked over.

Now he is just a small citizen, and the old and new party struggles are too far away for him.

"Auntie, Hutou went to the theater troupe so early?"

Ning Fu walked into the cake shop and asked.

Hutou is Aunt Wang's son. He is tall and burly, only half a year younger than Ning Fu.

The two have been playing together since childhood, and just this year they found a job as a handyman in a theater troupe.

"Isn't it the Chinese New Year soon? There is a lot going on in the theater troupe. Hutou went to the theater troupe to help before dawn."

Aunt Wang said while kneading the dough.

She is thick and strong, not inferior to men, otherwise she would not be able to give birth to a son as burly as a tiger's head.

Ning Fu opened the basket and found a bowl of millet porridge, two large steamed buns and a plate of pickles.

It's winter now, and most people can only rely on pickles for food.

Ning Fu was eating breakfast, and his mind began to think uncontrollably again.

The struggle between the old and new parties has nothing to do with him. Although Zhao Xu was an accomplished emperor.

Unfortunately, Zhao Xu was too short-lived and would die in a few years.

At that time, the famous Song Huizong Zhao Ji will come to power.

Calculating the time, there are still almost thirty years until the Jingkang scandal.

Ning Fu is fifteen years old this year and was only in his forties in the first year of Jingkang.

If Ning Fu marries a wife and has children now, and if his wife and children are strong enough, he might have a lot of grandchildren by then.

In the future, the Jin people will come to kill them, and their whole family will not be able to escape even if they want to.
To be continued...