The Romance of the West Chamber: The Bells are Ringing

When Zhang Sheng said this, a white thing came out of the door of the house. Qin Tong took a closer look and saw that it was not the head of the valuable white horse.

The white horse snorted and stepped in.

The piano boy stepped forward, took the reins, stroked the white horse's neck, and said: "Ma, Ma, you are so smart, you came here specifically to relieve my anger." Then, he raised his voice and said: "Thank you, white horse. brother!"

The scholar heard the snoring of the horse and the laughter of the piano boy in his quilt. He couldn't believe it, but gradually he no longer trembled. After a long while, he stuck his head out, looked around, and finally stood on the ground again, and said angrily: "You bad horse! Is this where you stay? Get back to your stable!" "

The piano boy held the horse, patted its neck, and let it lie down on the ground inside the house. He closed the door and turned around and said, "Tonight we two brothers will stay in this guest room with the bad guy!"

The scholar said angrily: "You! You are a bitch slave, who do you think is a bad breed?"

"Okay, okay! You come from a noble family, and you are naturally not a bad breed, so that's me!" After Qintong finished speaking, he leaned on the horse's belly and closed his eyes.

The lamp in the room was as bright as a bean. The scholar was in shock and did not dare to blow it out, so he wrapped himself in quilt again and kept his eyes open, not daring to close them. But tiredness gradually came over me, and slowly my eyelids drooped.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly I heard a strange noise. The scholar sat up and shouted in fright: "Dog, no, Zong, Zongdan! Zongdan!"

The scholar sat up on the bed in shock and hugged the quilt tightly, but he saw that Qintong and Baima were no longer in the house. The sky was bright outside the window, and a cockcrow came from far away. It was already early morning.

Seeing that it was already dawn, the scholar calmed down and shouted loudly: "Dog, Zong, Zongdan! Zongdan!"

Just at this moment, Qintong pushed the door open and came in, brought the wash water to the scholar, put porridge and pickles on the table, and said, "Alang, there is no one in the store, so I found some rice to make some porridge and some pickles. , you can just eat some."

The scholar frowned. The boss was unhappy, but he couldn't do anything. He could only nodded and said "Yeah".

The piano boy turned around and went out of the house again, fed the horse with fodder, and had just taken two bites of cake when he heard the scholar urging him again: "Dog slave! Hurry up! I have to leave this wretched place and go to the river." Fucheng!”

The piano boy quickly collected his clothes, went into the house to help the scholar comb his hair, packed his luggage, carried the piano bag, and went out to lead the white horse. The two walked out of the store, and the piano boy helped the scholar onto the horse, and was about to lead the horse on the way. I saw a person coming from a distance at the end of the village.

The man was staggering, dressed in ragged clothes, leaning on a cane made of tree branches, with messy white hair tied in a random bun. He walked closer, raised his head and said, "This gentleman, please do me a favor and give me this." Old man, please give me something to eat!"

The scholar covered his mouth and nose on the horse, frowning and said: "I have been assigned by the government to divide the fields for every Dingkou and the Yongye field. If I farm the land well, are I afraid that I will have nothing to eat?"

The piano boy raised his head and rolled his eyes at the scholar, took out a dry biscuit from his arms, turned around and handed it to the old man, and said: "Old man, take this biscuit first, but eat it slowly, it's too dry, don't choke." "

The old man thanked him profusely and said, "It's not that I can't farm the land well, it's that there are too many excessive taxes and miscellaneous taxes, and all the food grown has been taxed. There was really nothing we could do about the land, and they were forced to sell it to Yuanwai at a low price. Now we can’t even make ends meet by renting the land outside the Yuan. In addition, General Feihu is robbing us, and this spring is going to be rough. How can our whole family survive?” After saying this, he burst into tears.

The scholar looked at the old man and said: "The Supreme Being is benevolent and loves the people. You, the people, should work hard to repay His grace! Don't talk nonsense and slander the government! If you want to turn over, you can study hard and gain fame." I am just like the snow table under the window, scraped and polished, I have learned a lot and will go to Chang'an to take the exam! If you don't work hard, who will blame you? The sword of ten thousand gold hides the autumn water, and the spring sorrow of the horse weighs on the embroidered saddle." Turn the horse's head and urge the horse forward.

Seeing that the scholar was talking about benevolence, justice and morals, reciting poems and answering poems, the piano boy sighed softly. He knew that such a noble and powerful son of a noble family would not feel sympathy for the poor, so he had to say goodbye to the old man with a slight nod. Suddenly remembering something, he took out a small bag from his arms, put it in the old man's hand, turned around and silently led the horse forward.

The old man opened the small bag, dipped some of it with his fingers, and put it in his mouth. Suddenly his cloudy eyes lit up. He wrapped the small bag, bowed to the piano boy who was leaving, and watched the two of them go away with tears in his eyes.

After walking for half a day, I saw a tea shop in the distance ahead. The scholar said: "Qintong, please stop at that tea shop and let me rest for a while and drink some tea."

The piano boy responded: "Yes, Alang." He walked slowly to the tea shop, tied the reins, turned around, his face instantly changed to another dull and honest look, and helped the scholar to get off the horse.

The scholar found an elegant seat and sat down, and asked the doctor to serve him a pot of good tea and some refreshments. The piano boy made tea for the scholar and stood with his hands down.

The scholar took a sip of tea and took a bite of refreshments. He looked up and saw the piano boy standing, frowning and said: "You dog slave, don't just stand there and stare. This place is not far from the city. You can go to the city to find a hotel." Come back and pick me up.”

The piano boy lowered his head and said, "Yes, Alang." He took off the piano bag and put it on the table, turned around and walked out of the tea shop. When he got out of the house, the dull and honest look on his face turned into a heroic one.

Qintong slowly walked up the mountain road and turned the corner. Suddenly, his slow body suddenly became active. He bent down and slowly stretched his head out a little. Looking across the road, he only saw the scholar sitting in the tea shop, drinking tea and chanting poems. He didn't look at him. Towards here.

So Qin Tong immediately stood up. At this moment, the frail slave with a hunched body suddenly stretched out his body and turned into a handsome young man with a long body and a handsome face, half a head taller than the scholar.

Qintong stood up straight and straightened his messy hair. A pair of starry eyes under the sword-shaped brows, not angry but powerful.

He adjusted his slave clothes, and then strode forward. His slow walk turned into a fast trot, and his speed was staggering.

I saw Qintong walking quickly, and after a while he climbed over another mountain col. At this moment, I suddenly heard a rustling sound in the grass on the roadside.

Qintong quickly lowered his body and slowly poked his head out. Taking a closer look, I saw a hare in the grass.

Qin Tong was secretly happy and touched his waist with his left hand. A slingshot was taken out.

He held the bow in his left hand and took out another projectile in his right hand. The projectile was round and heavy, obviously custom-made.

Qintong put the projectile in the slingshot bag, squeezed it with his right hand and pulled it back, slowly stretched the elastic of the slingshot to full elasticity, aimed at the hare's head, then released his right hand, and saw the projectile whizzing towards the hare. The hare flew away.

The hare seemed to be aware of it and was about to jump up to escape. However, he couldn't reach the speed of the projectile and was hit on the head by the projectile. He immediately fell to the ground, kicked his legs a few times and remained motionless.

The piano boy cheered and inserted the slingshot into his waist. He walked forward a few steps, leaned down, picked up the rabbit by its ears, and lifted it up.

He pulled some grass from the side, wiped the blood on the rabbit's head, took out a cloth bag from his arms, threw the rabbit into it, and carried it on his back.

Then he looked around again, walked back to the road from the grass, and continued to stride quickly on the mountain road.

Climb a few more mountain passes. Suddenly I heard a bird chirping in front of me. The piano boy was secretly happy. It seemed that another prey was coming to his door. So he kept silent, slowly lowered his body and looked around. Following the sound, he saw a big bird chirping happily on the branch. .

Qin Tongxin said: "Oh, bird, bird, you are unlucky to have met me, so be it, I will let you be reborn as soon as possible, and don't meet me in the next life!"

So he picked up the slingshot again and added projectiles, took a breath, loosened his hand, and heard a whistling sound. Then, the bird was hit in the head again, flapped its wings a few times and was about to fly, but it was unable to return. Suddenly, he fell from the tree and landed at the foot of the tree.

The piano boy strode forward and pinched the bird's wings. The bird remained motionless.

The piano boy nodded and said: "Bird, bird, although you die miserably, you will suffer less in my hands. It is better to kill you with one shot of my slingshot than to be bitten and devoured by that raptor." too much!"

So he threw the bird into the bag again and continued on his way.

Along the way, I saw many small animals, including pheasants, squirrels, and small birds. Anyway, it didn’t take long before half of the cloth bag was full.

The piano boy simply put down his steps and walked forward slowly. Suddenly, I heard movement in the woods ahead.

Qintong thought to himself, it must be another prey. But I saw that the trees were swaying, and if it was a big prey, I wouldn't take the risk, otherwise I might not be able to cure it with my slingshot.

But after all, I felt itchy in my heart, so I slowly tiptoed into the woods, leaned down, parted the grass and looked forward.

When the piano boy looked at it, he saw that it was incredible. He saw two snow-white and tender human calves sticking out from the tree. They were twisting there, and it turned out to be a young girl lying on her back.