"I'm going back to my hometown, isn't it? I didn't dare to go home after hearing bad news? I was back halfway through! Isn't it? Zilu said as he drove the car.

"You can't run away if something happens to this? How can I run? Confucius said.

"Run? Did I run away? Mr! Am I not? I'm chasing you? I'm afraid you didn't run far! Isn't it? Lu Gong and Doctor Ji sent someone to chase after them? ”

"Chasing?"

"They searched the whole city, looking for us everywhere! Mr! Don't ask so much, run! Let's talk about leaving the country of Lu! Drive! When Zilu saw that there were pedestrians on the road, he didn't dare to talk to Confucius anymore, so he had to whip his horse and tell him to run quickly.

Confucius saw that there were many pedestrians on the road, and it was inconvenient to speak, so he did not ask any more questions. Furthermore! At this time, he! I felt dizzy again.

After running a while on the official road, Zilu was worried about an accident, so he found a place where there was no one to get off the official road and take the small road.

The official road target is too big and easy to attract attention.

There are too many forks in the official road, and even if someone chases you, you don't know where you got off the official road. Too many goals, too much range, and others won't be able to catch up with you.

"To the Song Kingdom! Mr! After running on the trail for a while, Zilu suddenly remembered: he felt that if he continued to run north, it would be easy to be caught by the checkpoints of Lu State.

Oh, yes! No matter how fast you run, you can't outrun the official messengers. Officially, there is a special messenger channel, and that speed is very fast. They don't need to stop, they take the "baton" style, a relay from post to station.

Other words! The messenger delivers the letter as quickly as possible to the next station, and from the next station to the next station. It is passed non-stop day and night, so the speed is very fast.

If the Lu side really doesn't let you go, and wants to arrest you back, you won't be able to run away from the messenger. You haven't reached the level yet, and the messenger has already delivered the message to the level.

"To the Song Kingdom?" Confucius did not understand what he meant, and responded.

"Go to the Song Kingdom, you won't be blocked by them!"

"They? They block me? Confucius asked in disbelief and fear.

"They're probably going to block us!"

"That?" Confucius paused and said, "Isn't it easier for us to be discovered by them when we go to the Song Kingdom?" I? My ancestral home is in the Song Kingdom? ”

"We were going through the north gate, and they would only chase us in the north direction. So! We turn around and head south, and they won't be suspicious. If you are taken by surprise, you can dodge. Zilu explained.

Confucius felt that it made sense, so he followed Zilu's advice.

After running north on the trail until dark, the two found an inn in a small town. When the horses get tired of running, they change to idle horses. Didn't Zilu ride a horse? Two horses swapped to pull the carriage.

Day 2! Confucius's health was not yet well, and he was still very weak.

Zilu got up early to prepare, and asked the inn to prepare two days' worth of dry food for him. Water! Naturally, you should bring some with you and spare them on the road.

After breakfast, I took Confucius on the road.

The weather is bad today, and it starts to blow after just a while outside. In the middle of the morning, it started to rain. First there was light rain, then heavy rain.

Because it was a small road, the carriage quickly became unavailable.

Zilu got off the car and pushed, but the result was that the wheels were sinking deeper and deeper, and he couldn't walk at all. In desperation, he had to let Confucius get out of the car as well. Outcome! Both of them were soaking wet, but they still did not drive the carriage away.

The wheels sank deeper and deeper, and the horses stopped doing their job, roaring in place.

Zilu saw that the wheel was trapped, and he was so angry that he scolded his mother. His voice was loud and could be heard from afar.

In desperation! I had to stop and wait for the rain to stop, and wait for the road to dry before leaving.

At the suggestion of Confucius, the horses had to be freed and scattered aside to graze.

Originally! The sub-road is planned to cross to the west, and then embark on the official road to the south.

The official road is maintained, and there are many people walking, so the road surface is relatively strong, and the carriage will not sink into it on rainy days.

It wasn't until the rain had stopped and the road was a little dry that Zilu came over to find a way to push the wagon out of the mud.

Aren't there two horses? As long as there is a rope, two horses can be pulled. As soon as the two horses exerted force at the same time, the wheels rolled out of the dirt.

The clothes on both of them were soaked, and it began to rain lightly again, so they could only wear wet clothes.

Confucius was a big man, and relatively thin. Wet clothes are worn on the body, like a chicken in soup, plus the beauty of hooking the waist and face, it looks very pitiful.

In order to prevent the carriage from sinking into the mud, Zilu did not let Confucius ride in the carriage. He did not sit in the carriage either, but walked ahead and took the reins of the horse.

Confucius led a horse behind, and at Zilu's request, Confucius tied the reins of the horse to the back of the carriage, and the two walked side by side, talking as they went.

At noon, the two wanted to find an inn to stay, but they didn't meet. The population of Lu is not large, and it is difficult to meet a market for dozens of miles. There are no bazaars, basically no inns.

There are only residents around the bazaar, so! Without a bazaar, you're hard pressed to find someone.

In the middle of the afternoon, they came across a market, and the two couldn't wait to find an inn to live in, take out the wet clothes to wash, and then dry them in the yard.

In the past, I was worried that it would rain, so I kept wearing wet clothes. When the sky was completely clear, the two changed into wet clothes and put on dry clothes.

Strange too? After the rain, Confucius's sick body got better. Others may get sick in the rain, but he's fine! Continuing to wear wet clothes in the rain can cure the disease.

After half an afternoon and an evening, it is estimated that the clothes hanging in the yard should be dry. The two wore satin clothes, which were easier to dry than linen. It's just that! Silk clothes are generally double-layered and dry relatively slowly.

Confucius sat in his room in the inn reading a book, and Zilu went to collect clothes and arrange departures.

"What about our clothes? What about our clothes? ”

Confucius was reading a book, but he heard Zilu arguing with the people in the inn outside.

"Who knows your clothes? You should take care of your own clothes in the yard, and you can rely on us if you lose your clothes? You didn't let us show you. ”

"I'm staying at your inn, are you irresponsible for losing my things?"

"You have lost yourselves, and you still rely on us?"

"What kind of inn do you own? Lao Tzu smashed Nimabi! "Zilu can't stand it, so he wants to fight with the people at the inn.

"Forget it! Never mind! Let's go! Confucius saw that the big thing was not good, so he had to come out to stop it.

With Zilu's temper, it's strange if you don't fight?

The strong dragon can't fight the snake on the ground, and if you lose your clothes, you can have a way to have someone's home? Furthermore! You're at a loss, too! Oh, yes! Who told you to leave your clothes outside at night? Hanging outside during the day is still wide-eyed, and no one dares to steal. And no one sees it at night, who will you steal if you don't steal?

Let alone! These are two sets of satin clothes!

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