Literati Sanctification

Chapter 26 Pray for Rain
"You can go back."

The county magistrate walked up to Heng Xiulin, took a look at Heng Yanlin, then sighed, and said, since the prefect had already seen Heng Xiulin, they all felt that he was useless, so why bother Let him stay here, it is better to send him back directly.

Hearing the words, Heng Xiulin nodded. He knew only a little about praying for rain. In addition, his Wen Palace was polluted, so he felt that it would not be of much use. Now the county magistrate said so. Naturally, there was no objection, so he turned his head and was about to leave immediately.

But at this moment, a person walked up quickly, and then walked to Heng Xiulin's side.

"Heng Xiulin, did you really create a poem handed down from generation to generation?"

Yang Yunxiao saw Heng Xiulin when he came, but he didn't come over in a hurry, but when he heard that the prefect was going to let Heng Xiulin leave, he hurried over and called Heng Xiulin to stop.

"Yang Yunxiao, why are you here?"

Hearing this, Heng Xiulin turned his head and saw Yang Yunxiao, he was stunned for a moment, and then said with some surprise that he had never seen Yang Yunxiao in the academy before, but he did not expect him to be here.

"Why can't I be here, you know, so many fields outside here belong to my Yang family."

When Yang Yunxiao heard the words, he smiled directly, then pointed to the field beside him, and said to Heng Xiulin, although he seemed to be showing off, there was no complacent look on his face .

"I only knew that your family was rich before, but I didn't expect that there are so many fields."

Heng Xiulin glanced at Yang Yunxiao in surprise, and then said, for his brother, he also didn't notice that his family owns so many fields, and he only knew that his family was very rich in the past.

As for this, Yang Yunxiao didn't talk much about it with Heng Xiulin, and Heng Xiulin himself didn't ask much, so he didn't find out until now.

"What's so rich, the current natural disaster is enough to bring my Yang family back to its original shape."

Hearing this, Yang Yunxiao smiled immediately, then looked at the field in front of him with a sad face and said, with so many fields, if even one grain of grain cannot be planted right now, I am afraid that it will really suffer in the future extreme.

"Then praying for rain, can we only write prayers for rain? Is there no other way?"

Seeing the distress on Yang Yunxiao's face, Heng Xiulin, who originally thought nothing of himself, naturally had no way to go on like this, if there was a way, he was still very willing to help his friend.

Yang Yunxiao is one of the few friends he has here, and for this Yang Yunxiao, Heng Xiulin also feels that he has an appetite for him.

"In addition to writing prayers for rain, there is another way, but it is too difficult."

Hearing this, Yang Yunxiao frowned and thought about what the magistrate said just now. After thinking of the conditions, he shook his head. The easiest way to pray for rain is to write a prayer for rain, and then sacrifice to the sky to see if some rain can come down .

However, there is another condition, which is much more difficult. If it is simple, I am afraid that when praying for rain, this prayer for rain will not be used all the time.

"What method, tell me and listen, maybe it can still work."

Hearing what Yang Yunxiao said, Heng Xiulin immediately became interested, and quickly asked, for him, writing prayers for rain is completely unrealistic, because of the pollution of the Wen Palace, writing prayers for rain is simply impossible. impossible.

Now there is another way, maybe he can help some.

No matter how you say it, Yang Yunxiao is his friend, and now he is facing a difficult situation, he should help him through it no matter what.

"I also heard from the magistrate that apart from writing prayers for rain, the other thing is to write poems handed down from generation to generation, and this poem is still about spring rain, so as to stir up the vision of heaven and earth, and then send spring rain. As long as it can be achieved, The spring rain is certain."

Hearing this, Yang Yunxiao hesitated for a moment, and then said, this method is undoubtedly the most useful, because as long as he writes a poem handed down like spring rain, it can rain 100% of the time.

Unlike the prayer for rain, although it can also attract the spring rain, there is a high possibility that it will not be successful, but in general, the rain prayer is the most effective.

Because it is too difficult to write poems handed down from generation to generation. Poems like this can be written wherever you want.

Originally, when Yang Yunxiao heard that Heng Xiulin wrote a poem handed down from generation to generation, he had this idea in his heart, but he quickly dismissed it. After all, being able to write a poem handed down by chance by chance does not mean that he can continue Write it down.

"As long as you write poems that have been handed down from generation to generation, can you arouse the spring rain?"

Heng Xiulin looked at Yang Yunxiao at the side, looked at the dry field, and then said.

"Yeah, but that's too difficult, basically it's hard to do."

Yang Yunxiao didn't realize what Heng Xiulin meant, he just nodded and said.

"Then let's go, I want to try, if I am lucky enough to write the poems of Chunyu that have been handed down from generation to generation, it can be regarded as saving your family from the fire and water."

Heng Xiulin looked at Yang Yunxiao at the side, and then said with a smile, if it is true that he can seduce the spring rain by writing poems with handed down poems, then it is not impossible.

Right now, Heng Xiulin has a little more confidence in his heart, but he can't talk too much about the specifics. After all, he has never done it before, and he is not 100% sure. If he says this, he will inevitably be laughed at.

"Ah, you want to write poetry?"

Yang Yunxiao was stunned for a moment, and only after Heng Xiulin was far away did he catch up quickly, and then hurriedly asked Heng Xiulin, he never thought that Heng Xiulin had such an idea.

He had also inquired about the handed down poem written by Heng Xiulin before, and it was entirely because Heng Xiulin was able to write such a poem because he was touched by the scene.

But right now, it's not that easy to write such a poem, and it's not something he can write just because he wants to.

But in the end it was Heng Xiulin's wish, and there is no other way right now, even if it doesn't work, there is no loss. Thinking of this, Yang Yunxiao directly followed Heng Xiulin and walked forward .

"What are you doing here, didn't you tell you to go back?"

Seeing that Heng Xiulin came back again, the county magistrate immediately frowned, and asked him that after talking with Heng Xiulin before, he ignored him and walked back directly. Heng Xiulin walked back again, and Dang even asked with a frown.

"I'll try and see if I can help."

Heng Xiulin looked at the county magistrate, and then spoke.

"It's enough for you to have this kind of thought. There is really no time here to entertain you right now, so you should go back first."

Hearing Heng Xiulin's words, the county magistrate relaxed his brows slightly, then waved his hands and said that he still couldn't get angry with a talented man who could care about such things.

"I want to try to see if I can write a poem handed down from generation to generation, and then attract rain."

Seeing the county magistrate's indifferent appearance, Heng Xiulin didn't care, and directly spoke out his purpose.

"What? You want to write a poem handed down from generation to generation?"

Hearing Heng Xiulin's words, the county magistrate's mouth widened immediately, and then he looked at Heng Xiulin with an incredulous expression, with a strange expression on his face.

Hearing the words, the talented scholars on the side suddenly burst into laughter, pointing at Heng Xiulin one by one, their faces full of sarcasm.

"This guy thinks he is who he is. Even those scholars don't dare to speak such wild words and directly say that they want to write poems handed down from generation to generation."

"I don't know where such a person who doesn't know the heights of the heavens and the earth comes out. The master has never taught him to be humble? Seeing this person speak like this, you know that he is extremely unstable in his actions."

"Looking at his age, he is only at the age of a weak crown. It is understandable to say such a thing, but we are discussing the important matter of praying for rain here. If this matter is delayed, there will be no harvest in Heshui City. See What can he use to apologize, let him leave here quickly!"

After everyone laughed, they waved their hands, as if to chase away flies, wanting to drive away this person who disgusted them so much.

Really, these literati dare not say such a thing. Where is a guy who dares to say that? Yes, this person has written a poem handed down before, but so what So, this poem handed down from generation to generation is not Chinese cabbage, which can be written if you want to?

In the life of a literati, sometimes the inspiration flashes, and it is very possible to write a poem handed down from generation to generation. Like Jiang Guo, I don’t know how many literati have written such poems, but in the end, it is also the same. Write some brilliant poems.

(End of this chapter)