Tian's little cook

Chapter 411 Winning the championship
Have a heart.

These four words slowly slipped from the tip of the tongue, and floated into the heart again.

If it is said that Lin Jiao just wrote the poem "Heart Consonance" by accident this afternoon, but now he writes a poem based on it, Lin Zhimo can't help but think wildly.

Could it be that he feels the same way about himself and himself about him?

Just as he was thinking, the people around him started applauding again, and Lin Zhimo came back to his senses.

It turned out that County Magistrate Guo had finished his review, and the host announced Lin Jiao as the winner tonight based on his evaluation.

Lin Zhimo applauded quickly, and at the same time put aside the thoughts just now.

Even if he won, Lin Jiao's expression was very flat, and he didn't show any joy.

Among the crowd, only Lin Yaozong didn't applaud, but looked at Lin Jiao bitterly.

Unexpectedly, Lin Jiao won the first place and was praised by the county lord.

He remembered the last time when Linguo said that Mrs. Cheng wanted Lin Jiao to go to the village school to study. At that time, he didn't believe it, and wondered if Linguo had heard it wrong.

From the looks of it now, Master Cheng probably had this idea.

It seems that Lin Jiao is not illiterate, otherwise he would not know how to write, let alone compose poetry.

"Hmph, it's just luck. How could he, a pariah, be qualified to study?" Lin Yaozong thought to himself, and then took the lead to squeeze out of the crowd and walk towards the gate of the city.

He didn't want to stay in this place any longer.In this township examination, he wanted to let other people, including the county master, see his true level.

The county magistrate Guo took the lantern from the host and handed it to Lin Jiao: "Young people are doing well. They can not only write poetry, but also understand many things in life."

In fact, County Magistrate Guo is not a pedantic reader, and he decided the riddle for tonight's final.Because he believes that scholars should not only read books, but also care about the things around them.

Nowadays, many scholars are so absorbed in reading that they can't even finish identifying fruits and vegetables, which is really ridiculous and sad.

"Thank you." Lin Jiao took the lantern, "Thank you."

If it was someone else, he would definitely report his name immediately while the county magistrate was talking to him, even if he racked his brains, he would have to say a few more words.

Lin Jiao was about to leave with the lantern in hand, without any intention of talking to the county magistrate.

When the host saw it, he couldn't help saying: "The county master is still here."

"Forget it." County Magistrate Guo stopped him, and there was no sign of blame on his face, "He has a personality, let him go."

With that said, Magistrate Guo turned around and prepared to go back home.

The other scholars originally wanted to take this opportunity to have a word with the county magistrate, but when they saw him leave, they didn't dare to approach rashly and left one after another.

Then, the surrounding crowd also dispersed.

"Lin Jiao, you're amazing." Lin Zhimo went up to meet her.

"I will do it." Lin Jiao smiled and handed her the lantern, "Do you like it?"

Holding it in his hand, Lin Zhimo realized that the lantern is actually much lighter than it looks. The surface of the lantern is transparent, made of delicate silk, and the dancing girls on it are lifelike.

"It's so beautiful." Lin Zhimo said sincerely, his eyes sparkled with joy.

Lin Jiao felt more and more that going to participate in the lantern riddle competition was the most meaningful thing he had done today.

"Xiang Yu, look." After Lin Zhimo looked at it, he handed it to Yuan Xiangyu, and the two held the lantern to watch carefully together.

Sun Ranjiu was not very interested, instead he asked Lin Jiao: "Lin Jiao, I just heard someone say that you are not giving him face if you don't talk to the county master."

"Let him think what he wants." Lin Jiao didn't care.

(End of this chapter)