My son, how could you be Lü Bu?!

Chapter 16 Lu Bo is kind-hearted

The young man with the sword blocking the road was Cheng Lian, who was originally about to leave but was chased back by Lü Bu overnight and was specially entrusted with this task.

Cheng Lian stood by the roadside with a strange expression, holding up a salted fish wrapped in coarse cloth as a token.

He kept having doubts.

He wondered if his brother Lü was playing a trick on him. Where would there be Huns coming to Wangjia Village at night? And what about the token his brother Lü had given him? Would it even work? Who uses salted fish as a token?

He waited for a long time.

Finally, the so-called Xiongnu cavalry arrived.

The group of riders, who looked disheveled, stopped in front of Cheng Lian almost without him saying a word as soon as they saw the salted fish token in his hand.

A Xiongnu man who looked like an old farmer sized up Cheng Lian, dismounted, came to Cheng Lian's side, and tentatively asked a question.

"One of Lord Lü's men?"

Cheng Lian nodded.

He asked the question as Lü Ping had previously instructed.

"Where are the Xianbei people?"

Upon hearing this question.

Urhan was relieved: This was the person sent by Lord Lü!

He pointed behind him.

"They're right behind us, the last ten. Some are dead, some are alive, but I guarantee they're all fresh!"

With his words.

The sensible Xiongnu attendants took the initiative to step forward and lead the horses carrying the Xianbei people ahead.

Cheng Lian stepped forward and checked them one by one.

After the inspection.

"Untie them all! Throw away the ropes!" Cheng Lian said again, having confirmed that the Xianbei people were not capable of resisting.

"What?!" Urhan was shocked. He tightened his leather coat and looked at Cheng Lian in astonishment.

"If we loosen the ropes, what if he escapes?!"

Cheng Lian pointed to the nearly dead Xianbei youths on horseback, his face full of helplessness.

"Take a look."

"Does this look like it might run away?"

Urhan chuckled twice.

"Untie them. If they escape, it's on our side," Cheng Lian urged.

Upon hearing this...

Urhan finally signaled to his family members to untie the Xianbei people.

Cheng Lian kept urging him on.

As he urged him on, he turned his head and looked back at Wangjia Village. Seeing that there were already small flames burning there, he became even more anxious.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the Xiongnu, Cheng Lian did not hesitate. He directly stripped off the clothes of a Xianbei man who was near him and put them on himself.

He kept repeating his instructions.

"My husband, Uncle Lu, said you can have the extra basket of salted fish you asked for!"

"But you have to do something for my Uncle Lu."

"Uncle Lü has an enemy who lives at the edge of the village. You don't need to lift a finger. Just follow me and ride your horses, pretending to be Xianbei people, and surround that courtyard. Don't let anyone out."

"how?!"

As he spoke, Cheng Lian turned to look at Urhan.

Urhan seemed to have thought of something, his face full of hesitation.

Behind Urhan, the boy who looked somewhat like him stood up and proudly raised his head in front of Urhan's attempt to stop him.

"Mr. Lü has been very kind to us."

"It's just pretending to be a Xianbei and helping Lord Lü build a courtyard; why can't we do that!"

"good!"

Cheng Lian glanced at the young man with eyes full of admiration.

He didn't mind the dead bodies on the horses, so he mounted them and rode towards the fire.

"We've caught up!"

Among the hesitant Huns, the boy named Wuerlu, his eyes brimming with excitement, spurred his horse forward and followed closely behind Cheng Lian.

Seeing his eldest son act so impulsively and so easily, following this Han Chinese knight-errant.

Feeling there was some huge pitfall ahead, Urhan sighed and helplessly led his Hun cavalry to follow.

........

Thanks to the Wang brothers' ample supply of flammable materials, which were powerful enough.

The flames in the Wang family courtyard grew larger and larger.

Furthermore, there was a faint tendency for the virus to spread outwards, causing the remaining eight or nine households in this dilapidated village to be awakened in various ways and hurriedly get up and go outside.

A dozen or so villagers gathered together, looking towards the burning village entrance from afar.

"What a huge fire! Where did the fire start?"

Behind the group, a slightly tired voice rang out.

The villagers turned their heads.

Then, a sleepy-eyed, haggard figure wrapped in a long robe slowly walked over.

"Uncle Lü is up too?!" a middle-aged farmer asked curiously.

Due to the small number of people in the village.

Although Lü Ping has only been in the courtyard for a short time, quite a few people already know him.

"yes."

"How can anyone sleep with the fire so big?"

"That's true. With such a big fire, even if someone could sleep, we would have woken them up," the farmer said with a simple, honest smile.

Lu Ping, looking like he had been woken up and hadn't slept well, stood beside the villagers with his hands wrapped up.

He asked curiously.

"Where is the fire?"

"Judging from this direction, it seems to be the Wang family's house at the edge of the village?"

"It should be." The farmer nodded, his face full of regret, and began to analyze.

"The Wang family at the village entrance is wealthy, and they have a habit of lighting a brazier at night before sleeping. They probably didn't put the brazier away in the middle of the night and knocked it over."

"What a pity, with such a huge fire, I wonder if anyone escaped."

"Yes, I don't know if they escaped."

Lu Ping clasped his hands together, echoing with a regretful expression.

As for the rest of the villagers, some were gloating, while others looked regretful, and they all spoke up.

"The Wang family has had some bad luck in recent years."

"Yes! The winter before last, the old couple from the Wang family didn't make it through; they passed away one after the other, leaving only the two brothers."

"We barely finished the funeral arrangements, and before we could even observe the three-year mourning period, we were robbed by the Xianbei. Luckily, no one died."

"Now that the Xianbei are gone, and things are about to get better, our house has been destroyed by fire. What bad luck!"

"Yeah! Sigh!"

Just as several villagers were feeling regretful.

Not far away, in the direction of the Lü family's courtyard, Lü Bu, who had been circling around for a long time, finally came out and nodded to Lü Ping without making a sound.

He saw his cheap eldest son nodding at him.

Lü Ping immediately understood.

As if he had caught a cold, he coughed heavily twice, drawing the attention of the villagers.

"They're all from the same village."

"It's almost dawn anyway, and we probably won't be able to sleep anyway. The Wang family's house is on fire, why don't we go take a look?"

"If they escape, it'll be good to lend a hand."

Lü Ping spoke with a smile.

This statement came out.

Even those villagers who had personal grudges against the Wang family all nodded in agreement.

"It's all thanks to Uncle Lü's kind heart," the middle-aged farmer who spoke first couldn't help but exclaim.

Others echoed this sentiment.

"Yes, we got up early this morning, but we weren't fully awake, so we didn't think to go and take a look."

"Otherwise, how could Lu Bo be able to work in the government office!"

He was met with praise from the crowd.

Lu Ping simply chuckled and said nothing more. He just pressed his hand on the sword at his waist, slowly lifted his foot, and led the group toward the village entrance.

Behind.

Lu Bu, who had just returned, carried a clean longsword and the longbow he had been carrying before, and blended into the crowd of villagers without making a sound.