Literati Sanctification

Chapter 30 All things grow
Heng Xiulin looked at the woman in red beside him. At this moment, he was also slightly stunned, but then he regained his composure. Heng Xiulin was not quite clear about how the woman beside him appeared. , as if when I wrote this poem, it appeared out of thin air.

However, after vaguely hearing the phrase "red sleeves add fragrance" to everyone below, it suddenly dawned on me that the woman in front of me was influenced by poetry, and that wonderful scene appeared.

Thinking of this, Heng Xiulin smiled slightly, and then he ignored the woman in front of him, picked up the pen and dipped it in ink, and then swiped it down again.

"Sneaked into the night wind, moisten things silently."

When the last word was completed, in an instant, the poem was full of literary energy, and a white air rose to a height of seven inches, and then it was suspended high in the field. Seeing this, everyone suddenly burst into laughter, looking at this scene in shock .

Seven inches of literary spirit, absolutely poetic out of the country!

Just when everyone was staring at the seven-inch literary spirit, their hearts suddenly moved, and then they noticed the drizzle beside them. At some point, they felt the softness of the rain falling on their faces. The feeling is not as cold as before.

"Look!"

Everyone felt the difference in the rain in front of them, but one of them, when he glanced at a place unintentionally, suddenly screamed, pointed at a place, and shouted at everyone.

When everyone heard this, they immediately turned their heads to look, only to see a tender bud slowly crawling out of the place that was originally dry. The emerald green color is even more gratifying under the dripping rain.

"This rain can promote the growth of plants!"

The magistrate looked at this scene, and then quickly turned his head to look at other places. When he saw that the gray fields beside him were dotted with green dots at this time, he was overjoyed and shouted out.

"Hurry up, now is the best time to plant crops, everyone take advantage of this time to plant all the crops!"

Looking at the scene in front of him, the magistrate became more and more joyful, and quickly shouted at those villagers who were still stupefied, this is the best opportunity now.

This rainwater can promote the growth of crops. As long as the rainwater does not stop after planting, even if the fields are a little dry, it can survive. The most important thing is that this rainwater can promote the growth of crops!
Then the original trace of worry no longer exists.

The villagers were immediately overjoyed when they heard the words. Although there is not enough rain in the fields right now, it is not very suitable for planting crops, but since the magistrate has said so, I think there is nothing wrong.

At this time, the farmers believed in what the adults in the government said very much. When they ran to the village one by one, they took out the tools and seeds used for farming, and then rushed to the village. rushed to the field.

Right now it is time to race against time, if the time passes, it will be difficult to farm. At this time, not only them, but also Yang Yunxu who is on the side also confessed that he asked his own peasants to arrive quickly and start farming.

"That guy, what kind of poems did he write to make the rainwater have such a magical ability, but it's no wonder, if it wasn't like this, how could there be such a spectacle like red sleeves adding fragrance."

The magistrate looked at Heng Xiulin on the altar, and immediately murmured to himself, if Hongxiu Tianxiang can appear, then it means that the poem must be completed, but the problem is that the poetry of Zhenguo does not necessarily appear like Hongxiu Tianxiang. of wonders.

Thinking of this, Zhifu's heart suddenly moved, and then he walked quickly towards the altar. He wanted to see what kind of poems Heng Xiulin had written.

Seeing this, the county magistrate and others who were next to the magistrate also hurriedly followed the magistrate, and hurried towards the altar. The altar was built very broadly, so even if a dozen or so people walked on the altar, it seemed that it was not the same. very crowded.

"Fortunately not humiliated!"

Seeing the magistrate and others coming up, Heng Xiulin cupped his fists slightly at the magistrate, then with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he spoke to the magistrate.

"Well done, what about the poem, let me read it!"

Hearing this, the magistrate patted Heng Xiulin's shoulder affectionately, then looked around, and had already fixed his eyes on the poem behind Heng Xiulin.

"Master Zhifu, please go ahead!"

Seeing this, Heng Xiulin tactfully walked aside, gave up his seat, and let the magistrate pass directly. Seeing this, the magistrate did not shirk, walked to the place where Heng Xiulin had just written, looked at the poems on the paper, and saw the words in his eyes. It suddenly lit up slightly.

"Good rain knows the season, when spring is here."

The magistrate looked at the poem in his hand, and after reading it over and over again, the light in his eyes suddenly became more and more flickering.

What a good rain knows the season, it directly describes the spring rain vividly, and only the spring rain in spring can have such tenderness, not the rain in other seasons, which is like a violent storm.

If this is the case, I am afraid that these crops will be completely destroyed just after they are planted.

And especially the last sentence, "Moisturize things silently", directly reflects the beauty of the rain, and moistens things silently. It's no wonder that after the rain falls, the land has returned to life.

No, this poem must be passed on to the emperor. It can be said that this poem can solve many problems, such as the rainwater problem here.

Thinking of this, the magistrate suddenly became anxious, quickly picked up the poem, turned around and said to Heng Xiulin.

"This poem has a great relationship, and it needs to be presented to the emperor, so I put it away first."

"Master Zhifu is easy."

Seeing that the magistrate had already put away the poems, Heng Xiulin immediately gave a wry smile. He had already made such an attitude, so there was still room for him to refuse, so he responded readily.

Seeing this, Zhifu was naturally extremely satisfied. After sealing the poem tightly, he handed it to one of his followers.

"Eight hundred miles, hurry up and send it to the emperor quickly."

The magistrate directly ordered the attendant, and the attendant listened, took it respectfully, put it close to his body, and then hurried downstairs, got off his horse, and rushed towards the imperial city.

Seeing his entourage leaving in a hurry, the magistrate breathed a sigh of relief. With such a poem, even if he missed the best time, with the magical power in it, it should be able to improve.

Thinking of this, the magistrate felt rejoiced. Fortunately, he sent Heng Xiulin to the altar, so right now, the biggest difficulty in Heshui City has been overcome.

"Genius Lin, you mentioned that I have solved such a difficult situation, but if you have anything you want, tell me, and I will definitely do it."

The magistrate looked at Heng Xiulin and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth. From his tone, it could be heard how much he admired Heng Xiulin at this time, otherwise, he would not have called out a word of wit.

"The villain is just doing a duty, so there is no need for any reward."

Hearing this, Heng Xiulin shook his head and said, he originally wanted to do this, and he never thought about asking for any rewards. The reason why he came forward was because of Yang Yunxiao and the common people.

As for the other one, it was probably due to the magistrate. To be able to eliminate dissidents under such circumstances, it was forced to send Heng Xiulin to this altar so that he could successfully pray for rain.

It can be said that without the help of the magistrate, it would be impossible for Heng Xiulin to climb the altar, nor would it be possible to successfully pray for rain.

And right now, Heng Xiulin, who had succeeded in praying for rain, didn't mean to take credit for his pride, so he just shook his head and said.

"Forget it, I have already sent the poems you wrote to the imperial court. I think the imperial court will give you a reward in the near future. At that time, I will see what else I want to reward you."

Seeing what Heng Xiulin said, the magistrate thought for a while, and then said that he didn't just give a reward just because Heng Xiulin refused, but after thinking about it, he made such a decision.

Seeing this, Heng Xiulin didn't feel like saying anything, so he nodded, seeing that there was nothing wrong at the moment, he left with Yang Yunxiao.

(End of this chapter)