Yuan and Wei, the second year of Yongping, 509 AD.
On the fifth day of the first lunar month, a heavy snow suddenly came and fell for three days. It was not seen until the eighth day of the lunar month.
The sun breaks through the clouds, shining silver light between the sky and the earth, like a fairyland.
In a manor by the Jing River, there was a mess.
Lang Jun disappeared again...
I don’t know what evil happened to him. He had been ill since the year before. The husband, who was not very smart, became even more stupid. He ran away every two days, shouting that he wanted to find the gods...
But even if he is a bit stupid, he is still the young master of the Li family castle. If he is really lost, there will be nearly a hundred people in the castle, and no one can escape the responsibility...
Li Song, the head steward, stood outside the north wall, looking at a boot stuck in the snowdrift at the foot of the wall with a strange expression.
In addition to boots, there are several snow holes made by stepping on them, as if someone jumped off the wall of the village, landed on the snowdrift, and then escaped...
If he were an ordinary person, he would have sent servants to search nearby, but Li Song remained motionless.
Just because no footprints were found outside the snowdrifts...
After waiting for a long time, I saw a head sticking out of the wall, shouting with great admiration: "Dad, you were right, you found it..."
Li Zhang held two pieces of bamboo poles in his hands. Looking at the stubble, it was clear that they had been broken just now...
Several strong servants nearby suddenly realized: It turns out that these snow holes were dug out by Lang Jun with bamboo poles tied to his boots...
Well, isn't that right? A fool actually plays the art of war?
Li Song breathed a sigh of relief and sneered again.
Lang Jun, I'm afraid you have forgotten that your servant has led soldiers, and he has led scouts...
Do you want to deceive me with this little trick?
"Let's go!" he shouted coldly, got on his horse, and ran towards the village gate.
Just as he arrived at the door, his second son Li Xian came up to him again: "Dad, there is a rope hanging outside the south wall, and a few feet further forward, there is a baggage dropped..."
Li Song took the bundle and opened it. It contained several pieces of millet cakes, several copper collars, a pair of fire sickles, and a dagger...
These are all must-haves when leaving home.
Li Song picked up the millet cake and knocked it on the saddle. The millet cake broke into two halves. It was obvious that it was not frozen yet.
His heart relaxed completely and he waved his hand: "Mr. Lang has not left the manor at all. Search for me..."
"Ah?" Li Xian was stunned for a moment, wondering how his father deduced it.
Li Song sighed: "When did I send you outside the south wall?"
"Half an hour ago!"
“How long does it take for the corn cakes to freeze?”
"One...a quarter of an hour, right?"
Li Xian finally realized what was wrong.
Ruo Langjun escaped from the south wall a moment ago. He and seven or eight strong servants were guarding the outside of the wall. He was blind and could not see...
Li Xian still couldn't figure it out: "But why are there traces of footsteps on the wall where the rope is hung?"
Li Song feels so tired!
He wondered if all the stupidity in Lang Jun had been transferred to his two sons?
Otherwise, why is the husband getting smarter and smarter, while his two sons are more stupid than the other?
Lang Jun could tie his boots to a bamboo pole and poke a few holes in the snow under the base of the north wall, but couldn't he repeat his old trick and make a few footprints on the outside of the south wall?
It’s really difficult for the husband to make things difficult for him, so much so that he even resorted to a series of tricks?
In addition to making false claims in the east and attacking in the west, they also built plank roads openly and secretly visited Chencang...
Who dares to say that Lang Jun is stupid in the future? Let me skin him...
Just as he was sighing, he suddenly heard an exclamation from the east: "I've found it, I've found it, the husband is on the turret..."
Li Song's heart suddenly lifted up after he had just put it down: It's so high, how did he get up there?
…
In the dock at the east end of the manor, a young man with his head tied up and wrapped in a thick quilt was riding on the ridge of the turret, looking westward in a leisurely manner.
Under the three-foot-high wall, a group of strong men were milling around anxiously.
"How did Mr. Lang get up there?"
"Should we use a ladder?"
"What about the ladder?"
"God knows……"
There were also a few servant girls hiding behind and watching the joke.
"It's really stupid. It's such a cold day and there's such a strong wind, but you're not afraid of being frozen?"
"Otherwise? Even the frostbite is considered minor. If you fall outside the wall, you will still be alive..."
The few idiots were so engrossed in watching the fun that they didn't even notice that Li Song had walked behind them.
"Pull it down, a hundred sticks!"
Hearing the sound, several servant girls turned their heads, and when they saw Li Song's livid face, their faces turned pale with fear, and they knelt down with a "pop".
"Master Li, spare your life!"
One hundred sticks, if you really keep hitting me, you will lose half your life even if you don’t die...
"Forget it, change your words!" A cold and leisurely voice came from the corner tower.
Of course, you should be punished for gossiping, but Li Chengzhi is still not used to beating people to death because of it.
Li Song responded noncommittally, shouted "Pull it down first", and then waved his hand, "Li Zhang, Li Xian..."
Two strong men carried a long ladder and climbed to the turret with a clang.
"Lang Jun, do you want to come down by yourself, or should I invite you to come down?"
After fighting for nearly half a month, Li Song discovered an astonishing fact: since he recovered from his illness, Lang Jun has not only become smarter and smarter, he is also very knowledgeable about practical matters. When he is desperate, he never takes advantage of others...
Li Chengzhi sighed: "I'll do it myself!"
As he said that, he looked outside the wall again.
Who would have thought that the Wubao, which is only three feet high from the inside of the manor, would be fifteen or six meters above the ground if the outer wall were replaced?
It was a miscalculation. The rope ladder was too short and could not reach the ground.
Since there is no way to escape, there is no need to hide. It is better to walk out by yourself and save yourself from the cold...
When Li Chengzhi stood up and saw the rope around his waist, Li Song was shocked: Lang Jun really wanted to climb down from the outer wall of Wubao?
I really don’t want my life...
He could roughly guess Li Chengzhi's plan: after so many years of no use, no one would have thought that he would hide in the turret. As long as it got dark and people outside the village retreated, he could escape calmly...
But I don’t know why. Maybe I was scared because the wall was too high, so I gave up the idea...
Li Chengzhi grabbed the rope with both hands, stepped on the ladder with both feet, and walked down steadily.
As soon as his feet landed on the ground, Li Song stopped in front of him and stared at him with burning eyes.
The door of Wubao is well locked. It is impossible to climb up such a high wall with a rope. Lang Jun definitely has some mechanism. If it is not found, there is no guarantee that he will not do it again...
A man who knows how to do things is a hero. Didn't Li Song send someone to push him to the ground and search him?
Li Chengzhi sighed sadly, reached into his arms, and took out a bundle of rope.
Is it really a rope?
There was a strange flash in Li Song's eyes.
Although the rope is thin, it is extremely tough. You can tell at a glance that it is made of silk. Looking at the colorful colors, I am afraid that Lang Jun has torn all the clothes and bedding in the room?
Li Song reached out and took it. After a closer look, he realized that this rope was really extraordinary.
A noose connected to a noose, with places for feet on the left and right, it was clearly a rope ladder... Even he didn't see how it was made...
Li Song was horrified: Lang Jun is getting smarter and weirder. According to this trend, one day he will succeed...
If you can only be a thief for a thousand days, how can you prevent a thief for a thousand days?
No, we must have a good talk with him. At least we must know why he is obsessed with running away without even risking his life.
"Mr. Lang, I'm afraid he's frozen?" Li Songpi took the quilt from Li Zhang with a smile and wrapped it carefully in Li Chengzhi, "Hurry back to the house and drink some hot soup to warm up.
…”
Li Chengzhi glanced at him suspiciously: Being courteous for nothing is neither a traitor nor a thief.