Chapter 641 A Tranquil Life
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Cui Dacong's heartless command caused dissatisfaction and deep despair among the people. They dodged as best they could while cursing loudly at the breach in the city wall. However, their welcomed response was a more fierce rain of arrows.
Before long, there was no trace of any figure under the city wall.
As the saying goes, returning home with great joy but feeling extremely sad after arriving, cursing with anger and leaving only a mess behind.
张白骑也知道自己回不去了，他只能逃，他已经失去了所有念想，唯一的想法仅仅就是活下去而已。
崔大聪命令道：“下去收敛尸体，将张梁好生安葬了，虽说他对不起老师，到底也是老师的弟弟呀。”
After hearing this, the crowd couldn't help but admire Cui Dacong even more for his kindness and justice.
The sky gradually darkened, and he found himself wandering alone without any followers, not knowing where he had ended up.
Faintly, he heard a rustling sound, feeling the music was incredibly touching, which eased his depression a lot. Although his body was extremely exhausted, his soul seemed to be redeemed by the deity.
The moonlight faded, and he groped in the dark, slowly moving forward.
The sound of music became clearer, and he also heard the sound of running water.
This should be by the river.
He thought to himself, and his footsteps involuntarily quickened a bit. At this moment, the flute suddenly stopped, followed by the cautious voice of a woman: "Who's there?"
Zhang Baiqi opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He rolled his eyes and passed out.
A woman walked over from the riverside, lighting a match. She found Zhang Baiqi lying on the ground in full armor, with the prominent Yellow Turban emblem. Her expression turned astonished.
It turned out to be a member of the Yellow Turbans.
In this area, due to the good control of Cui Dacong, the Yellow Turbans didn't cause any disturbances, on the contrary, they would provide some assistance to the poor. Therefore, although the woman was surprised, she didn't have any thoughts of causing harm.
The woman carefully examined Zhang Baiqi for a moment, then bent down and slung him over her shoulder, intending to take him home for treatment.
After an unknown period of time, Zhang Baiqi opened his eyes and found himself lying in a very crude grass hut.
The whole body was extremely sore, and Zhang Baiqi couldn't help but shed tears. It was not the pain of the body that made him cry, but the feeling of despair washing over his soul again and again.
People are so strange, when facing a threat to life, their thoughts are simple, they just want to survive.
And when facing a relatively comfortable environment, they feel that living is painful, and they have the impulse to just end it all.
At this moment, what he wanted most was to get drunk and relieve the pain in his head.
"What's the point of crying like a baby for a grown man?" the woman pushed open the wooden door and walked in, looking annoyed.
张白骑闻听此言，转头一看，只见女子身上穿着粗布麻衣，身上一点都不见干净样子，血淋淋的，也不知道从里沾染的血迹。
The woman said discontentedly, "Humph, why are you always staring at me? Haven't the Yellow Turbans seen women before?"
Zhang Baiqi buried his head under the pillow, showing his weak side in front of a woman. He felt embarrassed and hesitant, full of shame.
The woman, seeing the situation, was not polite at all and kicked him in the butt.
Zhang Baiqi let out a painful cry and couldn't help but turn around, angrily asking, "Why did you kick me?"
The girl said coldly, "Huh, you're quite reasonable. It's already good of me not to hit you with a stick. If I hadn't carried you back last night, you might have lost your life."
Zhang Baiqi took a deep breath and felt that he should not argue with the woman. At this moment, the woman's big foot kicked again, directly kicking him from the bed to the ground.
"You... You're too much! Why do you want to kick me again!"
"Don't play dead in bed for me, go out and work. This lady has worked hard, how can I let you sit back and enjoy the fruits of my labor."
"You..."
Zhang Baiqi sighed secretly, feeling like a tiger falling into Pingyang and being bullied by a dog. However, he couldn't argue with the woman, let alone use force against her, as it would lose both substance and face.
Under helplessness, Zhang Baiqi had to start chopping firewood in the yard under the command of the woman.
At first, it wasn't too tiring, and Zhang Baiqi felt quite relaxed. As time went by, he couldn't bear it. He was sweating heavily, his eyes were hazy, and his head was dizzy. He gritted his teeth and decided to persevere first.
After he had chopped a pile of firewood, an old lady approached him with a bowl of cool water, saying "Young man, you must be tired from chopping firewood for so long. Have a drink and rest for a while."
Just as Zhang Baiqi was about to thank her, he heard the domineering voice of a woman: "Mother, he has hands and feet, let him pour the water and drink by himself."
The old lady chuckled and said to the woman, "Shuang'er, he's not an animal, there's no need to be so harsh. Even if you saved him, you should let him catch his breath, shouldn't you?"
A woman pouted and said, "Mom, I won't argue with you. When he finishes his meal, just let him go. This guy is not capable of working. I have never seen such a useless man."
After speaking, she picked up the bow and arrows hanging on the wall and walked out the door.
The old lady smiled apologetically at Zhang Baiqi, "Young man, don't take it to heart. Shuang'er has always had a strong personality. Drink some water quickly."
"Thank you, old lady." Zhang Baiqi took the stone bowl and drank a sip silently, then handed it back to the old lady, planning to continue chopping firewood.
The old lady said, "Don't tire yourself out. I heard from Shuang'er that you came from the Yellow Turbans?"
Zhang Baiqi's face turned pale and he said in a desolate tone: "It's not like that anymore."
The old lady chuckled and said, "It's okay if it's not like that anymore. So, do you have any plans for the future?"
"I...I don't know," Zhang Baiqi hesitated to say.
The old lady said, "Then you rest here first. I'll bring you some food. There isn't much to eat in a poor household, so please bear with me."
For Zhang Baiqi, having something to eat now is already very good. There is no need to pick and choose, and he dare not trouble the old lady to serve him food, so as not to tarnish his reputation as a lazy person when the woman comes back.
After chatting with the old lady for a while, Zhang Baiqi learned that this was a small mountain village with only a few households. They lived a secluded life and were basically self-sufficient. Occasionally, they would bring some animal skins to sell in the city.
The girl's surname is Wang, and her single name is Shuangzi. Her father passed away early, and she grew up with her mother Guan Yun, honing her martial arts skills and becoming the best hunter in the mountain village.
Zhang Baiqi suddenly felt that life in the mountains was quite good. Living a simple and plain life would be enough, and he would no longer have to bother with those troubling matters.
Anyway, as long as this family does not drive him out, he will settle down here.
When it got dark, Wang Shuang hurried back with a dozen rabbits on his back, which could be considered a fruitful harvest.
走进房间，她看到张白骑依旧躺在自己的床上，眉头一皱，接着毫不客气的将其踹了下去。
突然遭到袭击，张白骑脑海中一片空白，等他看清楚是王双后，忍不住说道：“你又踢我，就算你是我的救命恩人，也不能把我当驴子踢吧。”
Wang Shuang laughed when he heard this: "You are much worse than a donkey. A donkey can still carry goods, what can you do?"
"I..."
Zhang Baiqi almost blurted out "I can carry goods too", but immediately realized that saying so would be like treating himself as a donkey.
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Baiqi calmly said, "I'll stay at your place for one night, and I'll leave tomorrow."
Wang Shuang asked, "Where are you going?"
Zhang Baiqi replied, "That's none of your business, I just don't want you to kick me again."
Wang Shuang said: "Oh come on, you think I want to kick you? It's just because you took over my bed."
Zhang Baiqi widened his eyes and said: "Then why didn't you just say so?"
Wang Shuang also realized that she was a bit violent towards him, but she couldn't say anything soft. She just smiled and said: "I already kicked you, do you want to kick me back?"
"I mean, you're not allowed to kick me anymore."
"But there's no 'anymore,' you said you're leaving tomorrow, aren't you?"
Zhang Baiqi was speechless and stared at Wang Shuang for a while, not knowing how to respond.
What's wrong with me? Is it possible that in just one day, my heart has been stolen by this loving and kicking maid?
It's like facing a life decision all over again.
Zhang Baiqi wanted to say a few harsh words, then turn around and leave. But after some thought, he couldn't bear to leave behind this peaceful day. Where could he go if he left? In the end, he was still homeless.
"Haha, I just went outside to check and saw that you've finished chopping the firewood. You're quite diligent. I'll reward you by letting you sleep on half of the bed. Don't get any funny ideas."
After saying that, she lay on the bed fully clothed, leaving half of the bed for Zhang Baiqi.
Zhang Baiqi did not expect this woman to be so rough and unapologetic, without any sign of avoidance. Immediately, he made up his mind and thought to himself, if she's not afraid, why should I be hesitant? Let's just sleep.
He also lay on the bed, without any dirty thoughts in his mind. After a tiring day, he soon fell asleep.
Wang Shuang turned around, her pretty face slightly red, caught a glimpse of his back, and a faint smile appeared on her face, which was charming and attractive.
Before long, there was no trace of any figure under the city wall.
As the saying goes, returning home with great joy but feeling extremely sad after arriving, cursing with anger and leaving only a mess behind.
张白骑也知道自己回不去了，他只能逃，他已经失去了所有念想，唯一的想法仅仅就是活下去而已。
崔大聪命令道：“下去收敛尸体，将张梁好生安葬了，虽说他对不起老师，到底也是老师的弟弟呀。”
After hearing this, the crowd couldn't help but admire Cui Dacong even more for his kindness and justice.
The sky gradually darkened, and he found himself wandering alone without any followers, not knowing where he had ended up.
Faintly, he heard a rustling sound, feeling the music was incredibly touching, which eased his depression a lot. Although his body was extremely exhausted, his soul seemed to be redeemed by the deity.
The moonlight faded, and he groped in the dark, slowly moving forward.
The sound of music became clearer, and he also heard the sound of running water.
This should be by the river.
He thought to himself, and his footsteps involuntarily quickened a bit. At this moment, the flute suddenly stopped, followed by the cautious voice of a woman: "Who's there?"
Zhang Baiqi opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He rolled his eyes and passed out.
A woman walked over from the riverside, lighting a match. She found Zhang Baiqi lying on the ground in full armor, with the prominent Yellow Turban emblem. Her expression turned astonished.
It turned out to be a member of the Yellow Turbans.
In this area, due to the good control of Cui Dacong, the Yellow Turbans didn't cause any disturbances, on the contrary, they would provide some assistance to the poor. Therefore, although the woman was surprised, she didn't have any thoughts of causing harm.
The woman carefully examined Zhang Baiqi for a moment, then bent down and slung him over her shoulder, intending to take him home for treatment.
After an unknown period of time, Zhang Baiqi opened his eyes and found himself lying in a very crude grass hut.
The whole body was extremely sore, and Zhang Baiqi couldn't help but shed tears. It was not the pain of the body that made him cry, but the feeling of despair washing over his soul again and again.
People are so strange, when facing a threat to life, their thoughts are simple, they just want to survive.
And when facing a relatively comfortable environment, they feel that living is painful, and they have the impulse to just end it all.
At this moment, what he wanted most was to get drunk and relieve the pain in his head.
"What's the point of crying like a baby for a grown man?" the woman pushed open the wooden door and walked in, looking annoyed.
张白骑闻听此言，转头一看，只见女子身上穿着粗布麻衣，身上一点都不见干净样子，血淋淋的，也不知道从里沾染的血迹。
The woman said discontentedly, "Humph, why are you always staring at me? Haven't the Yellow Turbans seen women before?"
Zhang Baiqi buried his head under the pillow, showing his weak side in front of a woman. He felt embarrassed and hesitant, full of shame.
The woman, seeing the situation, was not polite at all and kicked him in the butt.
Zhang Baiqi let out a painful cry and couldn't help but turn around, angrily asking, "Why did you kick me?"
The girl said coldly, "Huh, you're quite reasonable. It's already good of me not to hit you with a stick. If I hadn't carried you back last night, you might have lost your life."
Zhang Baiqi took a deep breath and felt that he should not argue with the woman. At this moment, the woman's big foot kicked again, directly kicking him from the bed to the ground.
"You... You're too much! Why do you want to kick me again!"
"Don't play dead in bed for me, go out and work. This lady has worked hard, how can I let you sit back and enjoy the fruits of my labor."
"You..."
Zhang Baiqi sighed secretly, feeling like a tiger falling into Pingyang and being bullied by a dog. However, he couldn't argue with the woman, let alone use force against her, as it would lose both substance and face.
Under helplessness, Zhang Baiqi had to start chopping firewood in the yard under the command of the woman.
At first, it wasn't too tiring, and Zhang Baiqi felt quite relaxed. As time went by, he couldn't bear it. He was sweating heavily, his eyes were hazy, and his head was dizzy. He gritted his teeth and decided to persevere first.
After he had chopped a pile of firewood, an old lady approached him with a bowl of cool water, saying "Young man, you must be tired from chopping firewood for so long. Have a drink and rest for a while."
Just as Zhang Baiqi was about to thank her, he heard the domineering voice of a woman: "Mother, he has hands and feet, let him pour the water and drink by himself."
The old lady chuckled and said to the woman, "Shuang'er, he's not an animal, there's no need to be so harsh. Even if you saved him, you should let him catch his breath, shouldn't you?"
A woman pouted and said, "Mom, I won't argue with you. When he finishes his meal, just let him go. This guy is not capable of working. I have never seen such a useless man."
After speaking, she picked up the bow and arrows hanging on the wall and walked out the door.
The old lady smiled apologetically at Zhang Baiqi, "Young man, don't take it to heart. Shuang'er has always had a strong personality. Drink some water quickly."
"Thank you, old lady." Zhang Baiqi took the stone bowl and drank a sip silently, then handed it back to the old lady, planning to continue chopping firewood.
The old lady said, "Don't tire yourself out. I heard from Shuang'er that you came from the Yellow Turbans?"
Zhang Baiqi's face turned pale and he said in a desolate tone: "It's not like that anymore."
The old lady chuckled and said, "It's okay if it's not like that anymore. So, do you have any plans for the future?"
"I...I don't know," Zhang Baiqi hesitated to say.
The old lady said, "Then you rest here first. I'll bring you some food. There isn't much to eat in a poor household, so please bear with me."
For Zhang Baiqi, having something to eat now is already very good. There is no need to pick and choose, and he dare not trouble the old lady to serve him food, so as not to tarnish his reputation as a lazy person when the woman comes back.
After chatting with the old lady for a while, Zhang Baiqi learned that this was a small mountain village with only a few households. They lived a secluded life and were basically self-sufficient. Occasionally, they would bring some animal skins to sell in the city.
The girl's surname is Wang, and her single name is Shuangzi. Her father passed away early, and she grew up with her mother Guan Yun, honing her martial arts skills and becoming the best hunter in the mountain village.
Zhang Baiqi suddenly felt that life in the mountains was quite good. Living a simple and plain life would be enough, and he would no longer have to bother with those troubling matters.
Anyway, as long as this family does not drive him out, he will settle down here.
When it got dark, Wang Shuang hurried back with a dozen rabbits on his back, which could be considered a fruitful harvest.
走进房间，她看到张白骑依旧躺在自己的床上，眉头一皱，接着毫不客气的将其踹了下去。
突然遭到袭击，张白骑脑海中一片空白，等他看清楚是王双后，忍不住说道：“你又踢我，就算你是我的救命恩人，也不能把我当驴子踢吧。”
Wang Shuang laughed when he heard this: "You are much worse than a donkey. A donkey can still carry goods, what can you do?"
"I..."
Zhang Baiqi almost blurted out "I can carry goods too", but immediately realized that saying so would be like treating himself as a donkey.
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Baiqi calmly said, "I'll stay at your place for one night, and I'll leave tomorrow."
Wang Shuang asked, "Where are you going?"
Zhang Baiqi replied, "That's none of your business, I just don't want you to kick me again."
Wang Shuang said: "Oh come on, you think I want to kick you? It's just because you took over my bed."
Zhang Baiqi widened his eyes and said: "Then why didn't you just say so?"
Wang Shuang also realized that she was a bit violent towards him, but she couldn't say anything soft. She just smiled and said: "I already kicked you, do you want to kick me back?"
"I mean, you're not allowed to kick me anymore."
"But there's no 'anymore,' you said you're leaving tomorrow, aren't you?"
Zhang Baiqi was speechless and stared at Wang Shuang for a while, not knowing how to respond.
What's wrong with me? Is it possible that in just one day, my heart has been stolen by this loving and kicking maid?
It's like facing a life decision all over again.
Zhang Baiqi wanted to say a few harsh words, then turn around and leave. But after some thought, he couldn't bear to leave behind this peaceful day. Where could he go if he left? In the end, he was still homeless.
"Haha, I just went outside to check and saw that you've finished chopping the firewood. You're quite diligent. I'll reward you by letting you sleep on half of the bed. Don't get any funny ideas."
After saying that, she lay on the bed fully clothed, leaving half of the bed for Zhang Baiqi.
Zhang Baiqi did not expect this woman to be so rough and unapologetic, without any sign of avoidance. Immediately, he made up his mind and thought to himself, if she's not afraid, why should I be hesitant? Let's just sleep.
He also lay on the bed, without any dirty thoughts in his mind. After a tiring day, he soon fell asleep.
Wang Shuang turned around, her pretty face slightly red, caught a glimpse of his back, and a faint smile appeared on her face, which was charming and attractive.