Time flies, in the Yang world, Yang Chunlong, the son of Yang family, has grown to be sixteen or seventeen years old, with a calm and handsome scholar's appearance. His mother Zhang asked a matchmaker to marry him to a daughter-in-law named Xia Juhua in the twelfth lunar month. In the second year, I entered the school to study. For a period of time, every day at noon, I would go home and have lunch and then rush back.
His wife pitied him for the hard work of traveling and told him not to rush, so she prepared meals early at noon every day, served them in a large porcelain bowl, covered them with a smaller porcelain bowl, and used a towel to put the two The bowl was fastened up and down and carried to school. It was calm for more than ten days in a row, but something strange happened one day later. Juhua was only two miles away from the village after delivering food. She was walking on a road lined with locust trees. Suddenly, a man with a melon-skin hat on his head came towards her on a white horse.
The man came closer to the chrysanthemum, tightened the horse's reins, and stared straight at her fair face. "Little lady, where are you going?" Then he jumped off the horse. Juhua ignored him and was a little flustered. He pretended not to hear and used his other hand to carry the towel with "lunch" tied to it.
Little lady, where are you going? The melon-skin hat chased her and asked again.
Xia Juhua glanced at him quickly and resumed walking. "Hey," the melon-skin hat let out a sinister smile, stretched out his hand to pull her sleeves, and said, little lady, come with me! Xia Juhua waved her hands vigorously: I am a married woman, why don't you interfere? The melon-skin hat didn't pull her sleeves, walked around to the road, stretched out his hands to stop her and shouted, "Young lady is very beautiful, come with me, I will enjoy endless glory and wealth there."
screw you. Xia Juhua replied angrily and took a step back. Suddenly, the white horse behind him neighed loudly and bent its front legs to make a leap. I saw a red horse running out of the pine forest over there, and sitting on the horse was a strong man over fifty years old in a robe.
Mr. Wang. She recognized the horseman from a distance as her husband's teacher, Wang Zijing, and started shouting. The melon-skinned hat stepped aside and did not dare to stop her. He just said, "Remember, remember." He pointed at her, turned around, mounted his horse, whipped his whip, and got into the forest behind the locust tree.
Oh, you brought food again. Wang Zimin looked at her and said, smiling and pulling the reins to make the red horse slow down.
Where is Mr. Wang going? Xia Juhua asked.
Go to the county government office and ask if the official document about the capital examination has been issued? Seeing the panic on her face, Wang Zimin asked, who was riding the white horse just now?
I don’t know. If my husband hadn’t come, I wouldn’t have known how to escape. Xia Juhua told him the situation of being blocked. Wang Zimin looked at the direction of the white horse and shouted, "You bastard, don't run away if you have the guts." There was no response from that direction for a long time, so he said to Juhua, "Come up." He made a gesture to pull her onto the horse and said he would take you to the school.
Sir, don’t miss your journey.
Then cross the mountain quickly.
Ju Hua hurried up to the top of the mountain and saw that the surrounding trees were blown by the mountain wind and made mysterious and terrifying screams. Prince Min, riding a horse at the foot of the mountain, looked at her from afar. She walked to the other side of the ridge with confidence, and suddenly heard a "hehe" laugh, and saw the melon-skin hat riding a white horse blocking the way. She retreated to the top of the mountain and shouted to Mr. Wang——
Wang Zimin at the foot of the ridge saw that she had disappeared and was turning his horse's head to go on his way. He vaguely heard a cry and turned his horse's head again. He put up an arbor and followed the sound of the cry. The shadow of Xia Juhua flashed on the top of the ridge. He guessed that the governor had already arrived. Ominous, he quickly waved his whip. The horse leaped forward, like a fiery red lightning flashing through the clouds.
Xia Juhua turned her head again, but the melon-skin hat was no longer in sight. Wang Zimin leaped onto the mountain and scanned the woods in front of him. Suddenly he heard a "bah--" sound behind him, and he turned away tactfully, only to see the melon-skin hat quickly catch up with him and whip him.
Although Wang Zimin comes from a scholarly family, he has always practiced martial arts and has some finger-point fighting skills. At this moment, his eyes widened with anger, he grabbed the tip of the whip that was hitting hard, and shouted sternly, "Who are you?"
I...that melon-skin hat was hesitating, and could no longer take back the whip. The hand was stuck tightly to it and could not be freed.
This was Wang Zimin's method of "fishing with a vertical pole". He raised the whip in his hand. The white horse was frightened and twisted its buttocks. Before its two front legs could turn around, the clawskin hat fell off the horse's back, but he still couldn't free his hand from holding the whip, as if A hook-swallowing fish hung from Wang Zimin's "fishing rod". The melon-skinned hat kept shouting, "Sir, spare your life, please spare your life!"
Who are you? Wang Zimin forced him to ask majestically.
I am Liu Pinhua, the young master of Liu Dakun's family. I went to the city for business today and met this lady on the way. After saying this, he tilted his head towards the chrysanthemum, and a large black mole with three thick hairs on it appeared under his left ear.
snort! Wang Zimin loosened the spell, and Liu Pinhua suddenly became as comfortable as a fish unhooked. Wang Zimin angrily broke the whip he had snatched into two pieces and shouted, "If your evil thoughts persist and I catch you again, you will be separated head and tail."
The boy is willing to correct his evil ways and return to the right path. Liu Pinhua said with trembling body and lowered head.
roll. Wang Zimin swung the broken whip toward the horse's belly. Liu Pinhua's face turned pale, she hurriedly got on her horse and slipped away far away.
Xia Juhua said from the side, Sir, thank you for your help. Go to the horse and bow.
No need, no need. Wang Zijing arched his hands and said, "Don't worry and go!" Xia Juhua turned around and walked down the mountain.
A few days later, Yang Chunlong carried back his luggage and prepared to go to the capital to take the exam. Because there are thousands of mountains and thousands of rivers separating us, we must start the journey two months in advance. In the early morning of that day, Juhua sent him to the ten-mile pavilion, and told him with tears in his eyes, Officer, please remember not to walk at night, and return as soon as possible after the test, so as not to make your wife anxious at home.
Yang Chunlong held her hand reluctantly, looked up and down, and then kept his gaze on her cheek, saying that he would be gone for half a year at most and three or four months at least. I also hope that my wife and mother will make a good living at home and don't have to worry about me. The couple looked at each other silently and said goodbye with tears.
From Shaxian to Jiangling, there are hills and valleys, intersecting rivers and lakes. It is late spring and early summer, the willows are green, the drizzle is wet, the Qianjia Village is sunny and rainy, and the road to the Confucian Academy is full of obstacles.
Yang Chunlong came out of an inn that day, carried his parcel and walked until dark when he saw a high mountain in front of him and a house on the mountainside. I wanted to take a break and walked a rocky path. As I approached the mountainside, a group of crows flew up from the roadside, making noisy noises, like dusk clouds falling on the melancholy mountain stream. Looking at the roof, you can see that it is a temple. The bluestone-arched temple door has a line of yellow painted characters: Qingfeng Mountain Dragon King Temple.
He went to the side of the wall and listened carefully, but there was no sound inside. When he checked the door, it was eerie without any light. This ruined temple is probably where no monks or Taoists live. Yang Chunlong was thinking to himself, walking from one wall to another, when he kicked a bone with his toe. I smelled the scent of bacon and concluded that someone had cooked meat here today.
Next to it is a short tile-roofed house with a pool, a dining table, and a seven-star stove that radiates heat. When you open the back door, no one is there. Just as he was suspicious and feeling hungry, he took out the pancakes he had bought at the inn from the package, then picked up the water gourd from the pool and drank the water while chewing the pancakes.
I thought in my heart: It doesn’t matter if there are people or no one comes. After eating, I will find a warmer room to rest, and I will go on my way tomorrow morning. Suddenly there seemed to be voices outside. If you listen carefully, you can identify them. One of them said, Brother Tiger, I haven't been able to get any money these days. Let's go to Hujiazhuang to steal it tonight, okay?
