roccoschili Chapter 8 Taming Lü Bu
Chapter 8 Taming Lü Bu
It took Lü Ping a long time to finally calm himself down.
It took a long time.
They managed to tidy up the dilapidated thatched hut a little better—enough to make room for sleeping.
When he finished all that and collapsed onto the straw mat...
It was already getting dark.
at this time.
Lu Bu, who had been wandering around and making a name for himself, finally appeared at the village entrance with a small bundle on his back and a smile on his face.
"Father!"
"Look what I brought back!"
Before the person even arrived, their voice came back first.
Lü Ping didn't look up; he just waited silently.
Just as he expected.
The moment Lü Bu stepped into the thatched hut, he was stunned by the mess inside.
He remained silent for a moment, then his anger flared.
"You son of a bitch!"
"Father, who did this?!"
"The Wang family?"
"Most likely."
"What should we do?"
"It's nothing more than murder and arson." Lü Ping said calmly, looking up at his eldest son.
"You could try sneaking in tonight and killing them all."
"good!"
Seeing that his father was actually encouraging him to kill, Lü Bu's eyes lit up with joy. He nodded vigorously, took the sword from his waist, held it in his hand, and started to walk outside.
Looking at Lü Bu, who was about to leave the room and couldn't understand his sarcastic remarks.
Lü Ping took a deep breath.
"And then what happens after you kill them?"
"Without the Xianbei people to take the blame for us, are you planning to take me and flee directly to the borderlands?"
"You're not going to do the work at Shimen Ferry anymore? You're not going to take those baskets of salted fish we hid?...Aren't you going to avenge your mother?"
"Do you want to spend your life wandering the grasslands, a mixed-race barbarian?"
"Even buying salt requires sneaking around and buying it while mingling with those foreigners?"
Lu Bu stopped in his tracks, but... his eyes were still burning with rage.
Lü Ping spoke again in a calm tone.
"A small act of impatience can ruin a great plan."
"Wait three more days. Once Urhan and the others arrive, I will have them surround the entire Wang family compound and give you a good beating."
"Is this true?!" Lu Bu asked through gritted teeth without turning around.
"Really?" Lü Ping nodded.
"Put down your sword and sit back down."
Lu Bu swayed slightly, but he did not respond; he remained motionless.
Lu Ping got up, walked to the side of his adopted eldest son, took the sword from his hand, and then pulled Lu Bu back to sit on the bed.
Although Lü Ping was also furious.
But he knew that killing someone at this time would do far more harm than good, so he preferred to wait two more days to ensure that nothing went wrong.
The reason he openly told Lü Bu about the Wang family's raid was because he made no attempt to conceal it.
Actually, he also wanted to take this opportunity to teach Lü Bu a lesson.
Lü Ping knew that Lü Bu in history had too many flaws in his character, which may have been due to a lack of family education or the influence of his upbringing.
Therefore, despite possessing unparalleled strength and being virtually invincible, Xiao Hu, despite his numerous victories, ultimately fell into the tragedy of being betrayed and abandoned by his followers, and losing his life at the White Gate Tower.
Even Liu Bei, who was known for his extremely kind nature, could not tolerate it.
He hoped to improve Lü Bu's character. If Lü Bu's fickle, opportunistic, and self-serving nature could not be improved, he would definitely be a ticking time bomb in the future.
"You went into town again today? What did you go to do?"
"Didn't Father say yesterday that we had little money left in the house? So I went into the city and did some work with Cheng Lian and the others, and earned some five-zhu coins."
He saw his own father asking a question.
Lu Bu's expression shifted slightly.
He took the heavy bundle off his shoulder, spread it out on the bed, revealing several strings of five-zhu coins wrapped inside.
Looking at the bundle full of five-zhu coins, and then glancing at the dust and footprints on the side of his eldest son's clothes that he hadn't brushed off, he wondered when they had gotten there.
Lu Ping didn't bother to ask what kind of work his adopted son had done in the city.
He remained silent for a moment, then patted Lü Bu's shoulder heavily. After that, he got up and rolled up all the valuables he had brought back from his sleeves, along with the bundles Lü Bu had brought back.
Lü Ping walked outside, intending to hide the valuables.
......
The next day.
At Shimen Ferry, caravans crossed the river one after another. On the Yellow River, there were even villagers who used rafts made of sheepskin to carry travelers back and forth in order to earn some money.
Lu Ping had been busy for a long time, and his sleeves were bulging from exhaustion. He finally made it to his shift at noon and sat down by the ferry to rest with Zhang Fan.
Gazing at the surging Yellow River, lost in thought for a while, Lü Ping suddenly turned to Zhang Fan beside him and asked a question.
"Hey, Fan-ge, do you have children?"
Zhang Fan felt completely bewildered. He hesitated for a moment, then gave a soft hum, slightly raised his chin, and answered through his nostrils.
"Yes! I got married when I was fourteen or fifteen, and my son is already studying at a private school!"
"A private school?" Upon hearing these two words, Lü Ping's eyes lit up immediately.
"That's right! We can send Fengxian to a private school to study and temper his murderous aura. What kind of fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy spends his days carrying a knife, wanting to kill?!"
"So, how does Brother Fan usually educate his nephews?" Lu Ping asked curiously, wanting to learn from Zhang Fan, who had been a father before.
To be honest, although he had earned his bachelor's, master's, and doctoral degrees in his previous life and even got married along the way, he had never been a father and didn't know how to conduct family education.
Although the original owner of this body had been a father, the education he provided for Lü Bu was nothing more than free-range upbringing; otherwise, he wouldn't have raised such an unruly young tiger.
Upon hearing Lü Ping's question, Zhang Fan answered without hesitation.
"Go ahead and fight!"
"Beat them if they disobey, beat them if they do something wrong, beat them if things don't go their way!"
"What's the point of educating? Just beat them! That's how I and my brother were raised. That's how it's done around here. Kids all know how to comfort themselves!"
Lu Ping rolled his eyes in annoyance.
This kind of education, which is called education, is almost no different from free-range parenting.
He simply stopped asking and stopped expecting to learn anything more from Zhang Fan. He was just thinking about which private school to send Lü Bu to study at after the Xiongnu affair was over.
To be honest, regarding the matter of sending Lü Bu to a private school...
Lu Ping was still a little worried. He was afraid that Lu Bu might get angry while reading and beat up the old teacher in the private school.
It will be difficult to handle the situation then.
Just as Lü Ping was deep in thought, a series of noises suddenly came from not far away.
He looked in the direction of the sound.
A familiar-looking hanger-on was running towards him with a look of anxiety on his face.
"Uncle Lü! Brother Fan!"
"Oh no! It looks like a fight is about to break out over there!"
As he spoke, the idler deliberately lowered his voice.
"It seems... one of them is somehow connected to our Lord Wang; they're a merchant caravan kept by his clan!"
"You should go and take a look!"