My diary of transcendence from the heavens

Chapter 6 6. Reading talent, collecting money in the middle of the night

"Boom boom boom!"

In the dark of night, there was a knock on Zhao Asan's door. The 30-year-old man woke up in a daze, his face full of confusion.

It's so late, how can someone still knock on the door?

Could it be the ghosts and spirits in the mountains?
The man got up from the bed. Not only was he not afraid, but he picked up a thick wooden stick from the bed and walked carefully to the door.

If it was really a spirit, Zhao Asan would definitely beat him to death with a stick!

"Zhao Asan, open the door..." The old man's old voice came from outside the door, very familiar.

"village head!"

Zhao Asan's eyes flashed, and then he came back to his senses. He put down the wooden stick and slowly opened the door. As expected, he saw a stooped old man standing in front of the door.

Zhao Asan supported the old man with both hands and said with a smile: "Uncle Village Chief, come in if you have something to say, why did you knock on my door in the middle of the night? I thought it was some kind of spirit coming to the door!"

The village chief nodded and walked away on crutches. He looked at the tall and strong man in front of him and followed him into the room.

A wooden table and two old benches.

The oil lamp was lit, and a little spark illuminated their cheeks.

"Village Chief, just tell me if you have anything to do, and I'll listen!" Zhao Asan knew that the village chief had something important to do with him, otherwise he wouldn't have come to visit him in the middle of the night!
The village chief hesitated for a moment, sighed, and recounted what happened today.

After hearing this, Zhao Asan was dumbfounded and murmured to himself: "What a good boy, you have such courage. No one in our village can compare with this boy!"

He naturally recognizes Zhao Xuanqi. He grew up eating a lot of food from hundreds of families. He is conscientious and hard-working and helps every household. Many people in the village owe this boy favors. He is also very smart in both words and deeds and has a very flexible mind!

Everyone is willing to give "Weeds" a bite of food and play with "Weeds". Many people already regard "Weeds" as their brothers and care about them very much.

But... reading is so incredible!

Many villagers' children do not have the opportunity to go to school, and they are unwilling to send their children to school. Even if they have a good relationship with Zhao Xuanqi, how can they be asked to pay for Zhao Xuanqi to go to school?
"Uncle Village Chief, what do you mean?" Zhao Asan's eyes flashed faintly, showing a troubled look.

"I want to send him to study. You are well-known in the village and everyone respects you. I want you to accompany me to every house to borrow some money and save some money to give him a chance."

The village chief clenched the crutch in his hand to relieve the complicated emotions in his heart, and asked seriously in an old voice: "What do you think of my idea?"

Zhao Asan is strong and strong, standing like an iron tower. With this body, no one in the village is his opponent, so many people admire him and call him Uncle Zhao.

At the same time, Zhao Asan also has a high seniority. Many people call him uncle and uncle, and he is quite famous in the clan.

The most important point is that Zhao Asan's parents once made a fortune, so they sent him to school. Although he only studied for three months before he was forced to drop out of school because he had no money, he was the only one who went to school!

There is no problem in knowing some simple words and poems, and because he has read books, everyone in the village respects him. Zhao Asan's decision is extremely important. As long as Zhao Asan agrees, then other people will not be a problem.

The village chief looked at Zhao Asan seriously.

However, Zhao Asan looked away, not daring to look into the old man's hopeful eyes, and decisively refused, saying without thinking: "It's a loan, but it's actually a loan without repayment. The possibility of that kid getting into the imperial examination is very small. You have to work hard for at least several years. Once you fail to pass the exam, everyone's money will be wasted..."

"Uncle Village Chief, you know the situation in our village. We are very poor and the imperial tax is very heavy. We simply cannot afford to go to the city to study alone. I stayed in the college for three months. It was too difficult. What poems and what? Endorsement, Zhao Xuanqi is already 16 years old and has not yet enlightened, how can he compare with those children from rich families who have been studying since childhood?"

"What he said makes sense, but are you sure he has the talent for reading? Without talent, no matter how hard you read, it will be useless. To write poetry and lyrics requires a literary star..."

Zhao Asan was very stubborn and said in a loud voice, refusing to let go: "As long as there is any possibility of him getting admitted to the imperial examination, I am willing to help him, but I know that studying is too difficult, as difficult as reaching the sky, and I can't see any hope..."

"Alas..." The village chief was silent for a moment.He knew that no one could bear the consequences.

It's okay to pass the exam, but what if you fail?

As farmers for generations, we simply don’t have the courage to give up everything and fight.

No one knows whether Zhao Xuanqi is a literary star and whether he has the talent for reading. No one can bear the consequences.

Whenever the fragile people encounter some setbacks, they will be hurt. They have no ability to take risks and the cost of trial and error!

The village chief stood up tremblingly and was about to leave Zhao Asan's home. However, at the critical moment, he suddenly remembered a poem and said immediately: "Today, in order to prove that he has a talent for reading, that boy even made a poem for me. Poems are easy to remember..."

As he spoke, the old man recited the catchy verse: "The grass grows in Liliyuan, and it dries up and grows every year. Wildfires cannot burn it out, but the spring breeze blows and grows again..."

After finishing his words, he turned around and left.

Zhao Asan was stunned in place. He had read books and knew the quality of poems. He could understand the meaning of the poems. This poem was catchy and had a clear artistic conception...

Although he does not understand the appreciation of poetry, he knows by feeling that this verse is very good!
The poems written by the scholarly gentlemen in the city are incomprehensible and difficult to pronounce. They are like rubbish. They are not even as good as this poem.

He just listened to the village chief read a sentence, and he recited the poem easily. He had endless aftertaste, and the more he tasted it, the more powerful it became.

For a moment, the 30-year-old man was trembling with excitement, and his face flushed with excitement.

Zhao Asan was lost for a moment and murmured to himself: "Wenquxing descends to the earth, it is definitely Wenquxing who descends to the earth!"

"Weeds" has not read a book for a day, and has not even touched a pen or paper. He is able to write a poem and write such an incredible poem. His talent is simply unheard of!

Born to write poetry?
In contrast, those young scholars above have been studying for more than ten years, but their poems are so poor that they are simply read in the pit.

Recalling Zhao Xuanqi's hard work and intelligence over the years, this man was willing to give him a chance. Zhao Xuanqi had good character and had a talent for reading, so why not help?
If Zhao Xuanqi had bad character or was stupid, he would never be willing to help.

The man immediately caught up to the village chief and stopped him, agreeing to the village chief's request: "Send that boy to study. I think his poetry is very talented!"

The village chief was delighted that Zhao Xuanqi had a talent for reading, and then he understood the power of that poem.

In the darkness, the village chief and Zhao Asan, carrying lanterns, knocked on the door from door to door. With low expressions, they asked in a good voice to send Zhao Xuanqi to study.

All were rejected without exception.

Zhao Asan and the village chief tried their best to act as guarantees: "That boy is smart and clever. He was raised by his father and fellow villagers with a mouthful of food. Please give him a chance. He has a talent for poetry!"

The villagers looked troubled.

However, after the village chiefs repeatedly assured that "Weed Cao" was very talented in poetry, they were willing to chip in money to help send "Weed Cao" to study.

After all, they have watched "Weeds" grow up, and it would be a lie to say that they have no feelings. "Weeds" have helped everyone a lot in these years, especially this year, many people have been owed favors. , it is not an exaggeration to say that he is everyone’s family, no one regards him as an outsider.

If "Weed Cao" didn't have the talent to read, the villagers would never be able to borrow money, and it would be useless no matter how hard you talk, but with the support of the village chief and the assurance of Uncle Zhao, a man who has read books, "Weed Cao definitely has talent." , so they are willing to give it a chance.

Soon, every household borrowed money. An old man heard that "Weed Cao" had a talent for reading. He danced with joy and even gritted his teeth and said:
"I heard that studying is expensive. Do you have enough money? If not, I will sell the cow!"

The villagers are simple and honest. They see Zhao Xuanqi's work over the years and remember it in their hearts. They will send him to study even if he suffers from hunger!

(End of this chapter)