Literati Sanctification

Chapter 27 grasp
"Nonsense, the poems handed down from generation to generation can be written as soon as you want? Don't quit yet."

When the county magistrate heard this, his face darkened, and then he looked at Heng Xiulin with an expression of displeasure. This guy, he took himself too seriously. Can you write what you want?

"If you don't try, how will you know if it will work?"

Heng Xiulin didn't pay attention to what those literati said, just looked at the county magistrate and said lightly, if it wasn't for Yang Yunxiao's concern, he would have turned his head back immediately based on the cynicism of those guys.

Anyway, there was no food to be grown here, and he happened to have earned a sum of money, and with that money he was looking for a place to settle down, which was more than enough, I thought.

Moreover, for this Heshui City, he does not have such a high sense of belonging right now.

"Do you know how much time we will lose every time you waste an opportunity? Do you think that if you just go up and write and draw pictures, it will be done?"

Hearing Heng Xiulin's words, a literati at the side couldn't help it immediately, and immediately angrily reprimanded Heng Xiulin, on that altar, every time you fail, you have to redeploy it again. How much energy and time is wasted in it.

As long as it fails once, it is a very big loss.

When Heng Xiulin heard this, he immediately fell silent. He was not so confident in himself. He even said this now. When the time comes to pray for rain and fail, these people will probably give up all of them. The responsibility can't be pushed on him.

Looking at this matter, it is typical to be thankless, so Heng Xiulin felt a little bit of retreat at the moment, his original intention was to help Yang Yunxiao, and these people, judging by their appearance, it is impossible for him to make a move of.

That being the case, he might as well just leave directly. As for Yang Yunxiao, he has already tried his best, and even in the future, he will not blame himself.

"Unbelievable!"

Seeing Heng Xiulin turn around and leave, the man immediately sneered and said, for a guy like this who knows nothing, he just needs to be reprimanded, otherwise he will be arrogant.

I thought that when I wrote a poem, everyone wanted to obey him, but I didn't know that there were completely two different things in it. You have talent and you have talent, but the things in it are not the same.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't do anything about it."

Heng Xiulin looked at Yang Yunxiao in front of him, sighed and said, these people don't even let him go up to the altar, so there is nothing he can do if he wants to help.

"Are you sure that you can write a poem handed down from generation to generation?"

Yang Yunxiao heard all those people's words just now, so he didn't mean to blame Heng Xiulin. It's just that those people are helpless at the moment. If Heng Xiulin is sure, he will let Heng Xiulin no matter what. Go to the forest.

"It can only be said that I am [-] to [-]% sure. If there are many, I don't have any."

Hearing the words, Heng Xiulin frowned and thought for a while and said, he is about this level of certainty, in fact, the main reason is that Heng Xiulin is not very clear about the definition of this handed down poem until now, so he said , He also gave some vague words.

"Sixty to seventy percent? Enough!"

Hearing what Heng Xiulin said, Yang Yunxiao immediately gritted his teeth, and then said, for him, since those people have been begging for rain for so long, it is useless, so it is better to let Heng Xiulin try.

Even if it doesn't work when the time comes, then it's their family's fate, but what if it succeeds?Sixty to seventy percent sure, it is more than half, not low, thinking of this, Yang Yunxiao walked forward, he wanted to explain to his father, and sent Heng Xiulin to the altar.

And at this moment, a bunch of farmers crowded in from the edge of the field, walking towards this place one after another.

"Your magistrate and county magistrate, my son would like to ask, you have been begging for rain for so long, can you still ask for rain? Now it is almost past the time for planting, if you don't sow, when the time comes It’s time to stop planting.”

"Yes, my lords, we peasants rely on these lands for food. If we can't cultivate the land, how can we support ourselves?"

The villagers walked up to the crowd and looked at the dry fields all around them. They immediately put on a bitter face, and then said to the magistrate and the others, as if they realized that they could no longer get rainwater, and their faces were full of tears. It's a miserable look.

They have been farming for generations for a living. If they can't farm now, the whole family will starve to death.

"Everyone, everyone, I know you are impatient. I, the prefect, am also very impatient. If I can't ask for rain, it is my negligence on duty. It is my prefect's fault that you are unable to farm. "

Hearing what these villagers said, the magistrate immediately stepped forward and said to these villagers.

"Please rest assured, I, Chu Heyi, will definitely let you all grow crops!"

"Thank you, Lord Prefect, thank you, Lord Prefect!"

When the villagers heard this, their hearts were full of gratitude, and they thanked the magistrate repeatedly.

Looking at this scene, Heng Xiulin sighed secretly. These villagers were a little relieved too early. If they could ask for rain, then the rain would have come down long ago, and Chu Heyi was just trying to comfort them.

And these villagers don't have so much experience, they just think that if the magistrate guarantees this matter, it will definitely be fine.

But no matter what, Chu Heyi seemed to be thinking of the villagers sincerely. If it wasn't for putting on a show, Heng Xiulin looked at Chu Heyi's face full of guilt, and he felt a little fond of him in his heart .

If his expression wasn't something he pretended on purpose, then he must be a good official.

"Father, let my classmate pray for rain. Let Heng Xiulin go up there once. Maybe I can pray for rain!"

At this time, Yang Yunxiao had already walked in front of his father Yang Yunxu, begging to his father, he must have nothing to say to the prefect, so he could only ask his father for help.

If his father agrees, then this matter will be more than half successful.

"Nonsense, praying for rain is such a big event, how can you let a doll go up, how confused are you?"

When Yang Yunxu heard the words, he immediately scolded Yang Yunxu, and refused without even thinking about it, saying that there is not much time left now, how could he have time to let a doll go up and mess around.

The current affairs here are not only related to their Yang family, but also so many villagers. They all rely on these fields to survive. If something happens, can their Yang family take care of it?

I'm afraid that at that time, most people want to push their family to take the blame. At that time, their Yang family will really collapse.

Yang Yunxu could see this matter clearly, so he absolutely couldn't take the risk, even if the rain couldn't come down, it wouldn't work.

"That guy really doesn't give up. Don't you know that in the current situation, if he fails to go up, I'm afraid that at that time, all responsibilities will be thrown on him. He doesn't even know how to die. In order to get out A little limelight, do you even want your life?"

Those literati heard Yang Yunxiao's words, looked at each other, and sneered again, if there were not so many people praying for rain, they would not dare to let them go up.

The law does not blame the public, there are so many literati, even if they can't ask for rain, it is impossible to blame them all, so because of this, they can rest assured to pray for rain, not afraid that they will not be able to get it, and the trouble will find them in time .

But Heng Xiulin was different, if he went up, they would not go up, they were worried that no one would take the blame, and now one came down, how could they let go of this opportunity.

(End of this chapter)