Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

The midsummer weather was getting a little warmer, and the figures walking around in the house looked a little restless in the sunlight.

"Damn it, we can't let that Bohai man walk around here anymore. He has already persuaded four tribes. If this continues, Hesuguan will fall to the Liaoyang Prefecture."

He turned around, put his hands behind his back, walked a few steps to the east, then turned around and walked to the west, going back and forth, making people feel dizzy.

"Brother Wanyan..." Heshu Kunshan pressed his forehead with his hand: "Can you stop for a moment? Aren't you tired of walking around like this?"

The footsteps stopped, and Wanyan Hu Shimen looked at his friend seriously: "We can't go on like this, He Shukunshan, I need your help."

The figure sitting on the chair opposite looked a little strange: "How do you want me to help you?"

"I want to do what Ban Chao did in the past." Wanyan Hu Shimen came over and looked down at his friend, leaning forward slightly: "As long as we kill them, it will be too late for the tribes to complain. Besides, we killed an outsider, and they can't turn against us because of an outsider."

"...Brother Wanyan." Heshu Kunshan's eyes looked a little strange. He supported the seat with both hands and moved back a little: "You are not a beautiful young lady, please don't get so close."

"..." Wanyan Hu Shimen was stunned for a moment, then took a step back and took a breath: "Don't make trouble, I'm serious."

"I know..." He Shukunshan sighed, "I can at most help you contact some idle people in the tribe. I can probably get about a hundred people together. Don't even think about getting more than that. After all, you know my tribe leader, and he doesn't like to cause trouble."

"I know, it's enough." Wanyan Hu Shimen snorted coldly: "There are still more than a hundred warriors in my tribe who are willing to welcome the Great Saint Emperor. With deliberate planning, we should be able to keep all of them here."

"So when do we start?"

"Of course, the sooner the better, so as to avoid any more trouble."

The two young men exchanged a few words, then whispered to each other for a while, then separated and walked out.

……

It's a little late.

Smoke rose from the village near the edge of Hesuguan. Since doing business with outsiders years ago, the people here have been living a much better life. They can't be said to be rich, but compared to the days when they had to rely on grazing and hunting for a living, it is a world of difference.

"Ahhari, you're out digging for herbs again. Is your man still not well?"

"It's almost done, but I'm a little weak. Look..." He stretched out his hand to show the herbs that were still covered with dirt, and the cheerful man smiled: "They are all for replenishing qi and blood. They will be fine after taking them for a while."

"What a pity. He's injured so badly. I'm afraid he won't be able to walk anymore."

Ahari smiled and said, "Just stay alive."

"That's right." The Jurchen man who called him nodded, and then remembered something: "By the way, if you have time, go to Shuhu's place, there is a profitable business there."

Ahari said "Oh!" and turned to go home. His wife came out to take the things, washed the herbs, cut the meat. The man lit the fire, put everything in the pot to cook, and then opened the door and went in.

There was a smell of medicine in the two-room house, but Ahari seemed not to smell it and went straight to the west room. On the wooden bed by the window, a skinny man was lying with his eyes closed. When he heard someone coming in, he opened his eyelids, revealing a pair of fiery red eyes.

"Brother Ahari..." The man on the bed wanted to get up, but he was too weak to support himself.

The standing Jurchen man hurried over and held him down: "Brother Deng, you are still not feeling well, don't move."

"Thank you for looking for medicine again." A weak voice came out from his lips, and his pair of fiery red eyes seemed to have lost their light.

"What's the point?" Ahari waved his hand. "It's just a walk in the mountains, looking for medicinal herbs and hunting wild animals. This is my means of livelihood. Besides, if you, brother Deng Fei, hadn't come to this village to buy our horses, I don't know what this village would be like now."

Deng Fei forced a smile on his thin face: "Don't say that. To be honest, I wouldn't have survived without the horse you sold me." "Yeah..." Ahari nodded: "It's a good thing I used to ride that horse, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to find the village. But you were badly injured. If the arrow hadn't hit you..."

He shook his head, unable to continue. Instead, the man lying on the bed smiled: "Don't you always say that being alive is a blessing? I'm just paralyzed. I still have my hands, so I can't die."

Ahari laughed and said, "That's good of you to think. A man should move forward bravely in any adversity."

Snapped--

He patted the mattress under Deng Fei and said, "You take a rest first. I have something to do so I need to go find Shu Hu. I heard he has a profitable business."

Deng Fei nodded, watched the sturdy man walk out, then turned and looked at the window for a long time without moving.

Ah Hali came back quite quickly, running back before dinner. His wife had just put the cooked food on the table, and together with him, she moved Deng Fei out of the house and poured him a cup of homemade medicinal wine. His wife did not shy away from Deng Fei, and looked at her husband with some curiosity: "What does Shuhu want you to do?"

"He is looking for someone capable in his tribe, and wants to kill the Bohai people coming from the west." After clinking glasses with Deng Fei, the Jurchen man took a sip. The spicy medicinal wine stimulated him to let out a "Ha--" sound.

Deng Fei also drank it, picked up the chopsticks with some indifference, and ate by himself. He had been in this house for half a year. Not only did the Ahari couple not treat him as an outsider, he himself had also accepted his fate and regarded this place as his home.

"From the west?" the woman muttered, frowning and eating a few bites, then suddenly realized something and said, "Is he from Liaoyang Prefecture? I heard that a Bohai man came there, and he's a military advisor. Hey, who's in charge there? Is he some kind of cavalry general?"

Deng Fei, who was eating meat, was stunned and slowly retracted his outstretched chopsticks.

"That's them. Where did you hear that? Has the news spread to the village?"

"What are you talking about? It's been going on for such a long time, how come the villagers don't know about it?" The woman rolled her eyes at Ahari and said with some disdain: "Don't think that the village is different just because you go out all day."

"Yes, yes, yes." Ahari shrugged helplessly, glanced at Deng Fei, and turned to look at him: "Why don't you eat?"

The woman also looked over and asked: "But what I made today is not to your liking?"

"No..." Deng Fei swallowed the meat whole and took a breath: "The general of cavalry you mentioned just now, is it the one with the surname Lu and the name Bu?"

The Jurchen couple looked at each other and nodded at him: "It's him, what's wrong?"

"I..." Deng Fei looked a little ugly. He clenched the chopsticks in his hand and looked at the two people at the table: "I am his subordinate."

There was no sound in the house for a moment, only a few sounds of dogs barking and chickens crowing coming from outside.

……

Midsummer, Renyin, the weather is sunny.

Wang Zheng rode out of the village behind him with a smile on his face. This place is located in the north of Hesuguan, and it is the fifth tribe he has visited. Almost all the villages and tribal villages here are not far away from each other, forming a huge gathering place. There are often traveling merchants coming here to trade, but they are almost all in the east, west and middle parts. I don’t know if it’s because of the bad feng shui in the south and north, so few people come here, so most of them are relatively poor.

After making a bunch of promises about tax cuts and trade, the local chieftain simply recognized the regime of Liaoyang Prefecture. For Wang Zheng, this was just a simple conversation.

Next, he was going to go to the most central location to negotiate with the king nominated by Hesuguan. However, before he walked out of the five-mile area, a Jurchen man riding a fast horse came running towards him.

"Are you from Liaoyang Prefecture?" The two braids swung in the air, and the man who was holding the horse smiled: "My name is Ah Hali, and I'm a friend of Brother Deng Fei."

Wang Zheng frowned and looked at him in confusion. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a rider rushing out from the side. An Renmei's "beautiful" face suddenly changed color: "What are you talking about? Who?" (End of this chapter)