Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

"Du Bashi, we are here."

The house was opened, and the man who walked in wiped the mark on the door. The man behind him looked around to see if there was anyone there, and then walked out one after another. The last man went in and closed the door.

Inside the room, dim light shone through the window lattice. Du Lisan's face looked a little tired. Although he had rested for a while when Shi Qian went out last night, he was still tired from the long journey and had not rested completely, so this capable man also felt a little exhausted.

"Where's Brother Shi Qian?"

The five people who came in looked around and then found a seat to sit down.

"I was busy last night until dawn today, and I'm catching up on some sleep." Du Lisan said, looking at the weathered expressions on their faces, and pondered for a moment: "Have the rest of them come in?"

"Not yet." The man sitting at the bottom shook his head: "There are still fifteen brothers who know Jurchen and Khitan and are ready to come in batches today."

He paused and continued, "I don't know what the commander is going to do. When we come in today, all personnel and vehicles will be checked, and the soldiers will enforce it very strictly."

"We were not like this when we came here yesterday..." Du Lisan pondered for a moment and took a breath: "Well, no matter whether the Jin people check or not, we have to act. Now things have changed a little."

The five people who were sitting looked over.

"The good news is that we don't need to take so many Jurchens out of the city. Most of those who had ties with Wanyan Zongbing are dead."

There was a sigh of relief from below, and Du Lisan glanced at everyone.

"There is also bad news. The Jin people are eliminating dissidents faster than we thought. So if we don't want the king to lose his credibility, we have to act faster."

"We will do whatever you say, Commander."

Du Lisan stood up, walked to the window, opened a crack, and looked out: "The situation in Huanglongfu is worse than I thought. Not only are there few people on the street, but even when the sun is high in the sky, there are not many young and strong people left."

Someone echoed: "Yes, we saw it when we came in."

"That's what I thought before. Even if we rescued the people and took them out in a carriage, it would be useless and we would be easily caught up." White air came out of his mouth, and the slightly tired voice continued: "Before you came, I had been thinking about how to get out of the city, but unfortunately I had no idea until dawn..."

He looked back at his subordinates with a strange expression: "The car carrying Yexiang has arrived at the back door of this restaurant."

"what?"

"Commander, are you serious?"

Du Lisan smiled strangely: "Of course I am serious. Who would think of checking the car filled with night fragrance? Besides, I am not asking you to hide in it."

The five men looked at each other and nodded slowly: "That's true, it's not like we're going to crawl into that dung bucket..."

"But just thinking about this kind of thing..."

"Hey..."

With a painful expression on his face, several subordinates gave Du Lisan a thumbs up and said, "You are still so mean."

"Okay, no more nonsense." Du Lisan waved his hand and said, "Let's work hard during the day. Brother Shi Qian will go out to run around at night. No matter what method you use, bring the person who made the night fragrance to me."

"Just wait and see." A few people laughed, stood up and walked out.

Du Lisan let out a light breath, sat back on the bed and closed his eyes to rest. Someone would be coming later, and he needed to rest.

……

"My young master, the mistress said we can't go out..."

Snapped--

"It's against you!"

Snapped--

"Get lost! How dare a slave stop me? Do you think I dare not kill you?"

The manager rolled on the ground with two slap marks on his face, one big and one small. Looking closely, the smaller one was more swollen, and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth. "Pah!" The man spat out a tooth with a sad face, but did not dare to stop them. He let the two men walk to the gate. The servant guarding the gate saw the manager being beaten and did not dare to step forward to stop them. He stood aside and watched the door that he had just closed open again.

The wind blew in from the open door. Wanyan Zongjun, in a trance, pulled a child of six or seven years old out of Wanyan Zonghan's mansion. He looked down at the boy wearing a fur hat, and looked back with complicated eyes at the mansion which was closing its door.

I never expected it to be so smooth, Wanyan Zonghan's wife was not here...

"Uncle, Uncle Eluguan, where are we going to play?" The boy raised his little face, his eyebrows were thick and black, which really ruined his childish image.

Wanyan Zongjun's expression changed, and he thought to himself that this might be an opportunity. Sorry, Alubu.

He bent down and said, "Tanzi, how about going hunting outside the city with your uncle?"

"Great! I've wanted to try winter hunting for a long time." The child's voice was innocent: "Why don't you let me go out?"

Really? The adult straightened up, and raised his head so that his expression could not be seen clearly: "Then uncle will take you there. There is my farm outside. Let's stay there for a night."

A big one and a small one got on the carriage.

In the courtyard, the housekeeper's somewhat leaky voice came out: "Go find the mistress quickly and tell her that Wanyan Zongjun, that murderer, took the young master away!"

Someone then ran out of the door.

……

The wind was quite strong. Several men walked into a dilapidated alley. An indescribable stench drifted into their noses and was blown away by the strong north wind. The ground was uneven due to the cold. Looking closely, the bumps on the ground were all made of frozen mud.

"I said... is this the place? Don't make the wrong choice."

The person walking in front covered his nose and said, "It can't be wrong. The servants in Huanglong Mansion all live in this area. Besides, this smell..." He frowned and said, "I don't believe you said we came to the wrong place."

The leader looked around and shook his head uncomfortably: "...someone is watching us." He turned to a companion with ordinary appearance and said: "Liu'er, go ask where the person is. Remember to give him some money to make him shut up."

The person behind nodded and left, knocking on the door next to him.

……

"What was the biggest prey Uncle Erluguan has ever hunted?"

"My father said he hunted tigers and there is a big tiger skin at home."

"I want to try it today. Dad said I am stronger than he was when he was a kid, so I will definitely have a bright future."

The carriage rolled over the snow-covered road. Wanyan Zongjun sat in the carriage and listened to the children in front of him speaking innocent words. He felt a little impatient, but he couldn't get angry. He just said "um." "ah." "really?" "not bad." perfunctorily. From time to time, he lifted the curtain to take a look. When he saw the city gate, a smile appeared on his face, and then he frowned again.

In front of them, the antlers of the city gate were pulled up, leaving only two gaps for people to enter and exit. It was easy for people to come in, but if they wanted to go out, their bags would be checked. And there was only one carriage, theirs.

When were the levels established?

Wanyan Zongjun clenched his hands at his sides, then suddenly loosened them, as if nothing had happened.

"Stop!"

When the guard at the city gate saw the carriage, he stepped forward with his knife handle pressed and stretched out his hand to signal the carriage to stop. The coachman outside shouted and the carriage slowly stopped.

"This morning, Bo Jilie issued an order that all vehicles and horses leaving the city must be inspected, and no one is allowed to resist." A voice of movement came: "Who is in the car? Do you have a pass?"

Trouble...

Frowning, Wanyan Zongjun waved the boy over and said softly, "Tanzi, go outside and drive them away."

"Oh."

The boy responded, and then he opened the car curtain and went out. His sonorous voice rang out: "Where did you come from, you are a blind dog. Get out of my way!"

An obviously puzzled voice came: "Young Master is..."

"My father Wanyan Zonghan! Why don't you get out of here?"

"Excuse me, young master. If you want to go out today, you must show your token." The guard's angry voice reached his ears, making Wanyan Zongjun's brows twist into a "川" shape.

"This……"

The boy had no opinion after all, and couldn't help but look back at the carriage. The gatekeeper on the opposite side immediately knew that there was someone inside, and hurriedly saluted: "I wonder who is in the carriage? Please don't tease me."

"Tsk..."

Wanyan Zongjun uttered a sound and lifted the fur curtain of the car: "It's me. I want to leave the city."

"Please show me your pass, sir."

Wanyan Zongjun was a little impatient: "Where is the token? I haven't heard Bojilie say that you should get out of my way, or I will kill you."

The guard shook his head and said, "Please forgive me, sir. I dare not let you pass without a pass. If the superiors find out, it will be a capital crime."

Wanyan Zongjun pointed his finger and said, "You..."

"Please forgive me, sir!" The general clasped his fists and bowed his head: "I also have the responsibility to defend the city, please don't make it difficult for me."

"Okay, okay." Wanyan Zongjun tapped his fingers repeatedly: "Can I walk out?"

The guard bowed his head and said, "Please identify yourself, sir, so that I can be registered for you."

"Wanyan Zongjun!"

As he was speaking, he tried to stand up, but the man on the other side drew out his scimitar and said, "According to Bojilie's order, you are not allowed to leave the city without permission. Please don't embarrass me!"

Damn Wanyan Sheng!

Wanyan Zongjun gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, staring at the knife-wielding figure opposite him. After a while, he sat back down and said, "Let's go back!"

The boy outside showed a hint of unhappiness on his face and turned back into the carriage.

The carriage rumbled back.

The cold wind blew, and the large flags with golden characters fluttered on the top of the city.

……

quack-

The wheels rolled over the hard soil, and the mule cart with a strong smell entered the street. The old man on the shaft yawned towards the sky, wiped his nose with his sleeve that was bleached by washing, and calculated how much wine he could buy today.

The weather is too cold, I need some strong liquor to warm myself up.

The mule cart stopped at the door. The old man who opened the gate was about to turn around and drive the cart inside when he suddenly felt something strange. He looked up abruptly and saw a few capable men standing in his dilapidated yard, looking at him with joy. He quickly turned around and ran away.

Someone stood up and said, "Sari, you are the old man? I have a business deal here. Do you want to do it?"

The old man stopped, thought for a moment, and turned around: "What business do you want to bring to me?"

The men looked at each other and laughed, "It's a profitable business." They gestured to the car outside the door and said, "Father, you might as well drive the car in first. We are not bad guys."

The old man thought for a moment, then came back with a manure cart, looked at them and said, "Come inside and talk."

Several people looked at each other and smiled. (End of this chapter)