Literati Sanctification

Chapter 19 Search
"What's going on? Why is it raining in spring in Heshui City?"

At this moment, outside Heshui City, a middle-aged man in an official uniform with a majestic expression changed his expression slightly, and then turned his head to look at Heshui City. I was overjoyed, and then asked quickly.

"This, I don't know, maybe it's spring rain from the sky?"

A master who followed the official looked at the spring rain at this moment, then lowered his head and said.

"Idiot! The spring rain falls from the sky, will it only fall on that area?"

Hearing this answer, the official suddenly became angry, kicked him away, and then said in a cold voice.

"Could it be that someone moved the world and caused the spring rain to fall?"

At this time, Yang Yunxu came over, looked at Heshui City with a serious face, and then said to the officials beside him, Yang Yunxiao, who was standing beside him, looked at Heshui City with an inexplicable expression on his face.

They were outside here, begging for rain for an unknown amount of time, but now it was good, it was raining in spring in Heshui City, but there was no rain at all here, which made him extremely strange.

"There is a possibility, Wuji, you should quickly send someone to Heshui City to investigate who is causing the spring rain. Once you find it, report back immediately!"

The official yelled sharply, his authority was very strong, and just as he finished speaking, someone responded, and then dozens of people left here, got on their horses, and rushed towards Heshui City.

Seeing dozens of people leaving in a hurry, Diao Tairan sighed slightly, looked at the somewhat dry fields, with a look of sadness on his brows, in front of him, countless literati in long gowns, at this moment, bothered what is written.

These are all literati, and the articles they write are all full of literary spirit, and the rain prayer articles they write, as long as they are burned together, can attract the spring rain.

In the past, as long as the spring rain did not fall, they used this method to attract the spring rain to irrigate the fields, but this year, there is no more rain here.

The time for spring plowing is almost here. If there is no rain, this year's spring plowing will be over and there will be no harvest. Then what will the people of Heshui City rely on to survive?

Thinking of this, the sorrow between Diao Tairan's brows became more intense.

And like him, Yang Yunxu on the side also had a sad face at this time. Outside of Heshui City, if you say that there is no one with the most fields than his family, his family uses this large amount of land to grow food. Only then did he guarantee his wealth in Heshui City.

But this year, if the spring rain doesn't fall at all, then their Yang family will have nothing to gain. Although they have made a lot of money from this over the years, I don't mean that they can sit back and relax.

You know, the competition among grain merchants is also very fierce. If they don't have any grain to sell this year, then this year, there will be a lot of business that will be taken away by others. It will be difficult to grab it back.

Is it possible that when the time comes, you will lose money and buy some grain from other places, and then sell it at a low price?
At this time, Yang Yunxu was thinking about this problem with some headaches. This solution was suggested by an elder in the previous family. Although this solution was a temporary loss, it saved their business. Partner, avoid getting next year, and have to work hard to earn it back.

It's just that the fact that they don't collect [-]% of the grain in Heshui City, by that time, I'm afraid it will spread all over the place, not to mention those people who do business, but other people. Kill them desperately.

And at that time, the price of food in Heshui City will definitely be extremely high. I am afraid that this strategy will make them raise their families and hurt their muscles and bones, Yang Yunxu sighed, thinking silently in his heart.

In the city, on the Chuiyue Building, people still don't know about the fluctuations caused by the spring rain outside Heshui City. They are more concerned about whether Heng Xiulin can continue to write the following poems.

"I remember the first time I met Xiaoyun, the word Luo Yi with double heart."

When the pity girls saw this, they were stunned for a moment. It turned out that Heng Xiulin wrote Shui Yun's poems, and only if he had given his true feelings would he think about that person all the time, right?
The pitiful people thought about it, thinking about Heng Xiulin's infatuation with Shuiyun, they couldn't help being a little envious.

"Acacia is said on the strings of the pipa. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it once returned home according to the colorful clouds."

"Buzz!"

When the poem was finally completed, a wave of literary energy rose directly, directly reaching the level of five inches of literary energy. Seeing this, everyone was slightly taken aback, but then relieved that it was the literary palace that was polluted.

Otherwise, such a poem handed down from generation to generation has reached the level of literary spirit, which is more than five inches?However, the Wen Palace was polluted, so the Wen Qi was suppressed.

Otherwise, the level of literary spirit here is definitely more than five inches, but even if it is five inches, Qiu Yangxi will still lose. Seeing this, everyone looked at Qiu Yangxi with complex expressions.

Originally, they thought that Qiu Yangxi would win. How could they have thought that Heng Xiulin's talent was so high that he was still able to write original poems that reached the five-inch literary level even though the Palace of Literature was polluted.

"Sacrificing Water Yun!"

Heng Xiulin thought for a while, after writing such a word on the paper, the poem immediately ignited without fire, and then turned into a white smoke, drifting towards the outside of the city, everyone opened their mouths wide and stared blankly. With Heng Xiulin.

That is the original manuscript of the original poem!Even if the level of literary qi is not high, the literary qi inside is independently generated by the world, and the literary qi is extremely pure. Knowing which original manuscript is worth much?It was actually used for sacrifices like this?

Everyone was mad at the moment, and the heartache was naturally not how much the manuscript could sell for, but the value, and the representative meaning, that was the manuscript of a poem handed down from generation to generation!
Everyone was heartbroken, but Heng Xiulin didn't care. He just walked up to Qiu Yangxi and smiled.

"Your literary spirit, I think you are four inches, but you still lost."

When Qiu Yangxi heard this, his expression froze immediately, what do you mean I count you as four inches?Listen, why are there so many ambiguities?Anger rose in Qiu Yangxi's heart, but he still couldn't do such a thing as breaking the contract.

He was already humiliated now, he didn't want to lose face anymore, so he waved his hand immediately, and the servants behind him quickly brought out a money bag and handed it to Heng Xiulin.

Heng Xiulin opened it and saw that it was indeed 70 taels of silver, and his face immediately showed satisfaction. This guy, it seems that he really has a little money at home, so much money, but he let the servants carry it all the time .

Heng Xiulin weighed the weight, it wasn't too heavy, and carrying the silver taels, he went down to the Chuiyue Tower. No one in the Chuiyue Tower knew him at all, so he didn't even say hello. up.

When everyone came back to their senses, Heng Xiulin had already gone far away, but at this moment, everyone realized that the pity people behind him were already crying together at this moment.

Mingyue was there, Zeng Zhaocai returned.

Thinking of the poem Heng Xiulin just wrote, and thinking of the separation between him and Miss Shuiyun, the girls felt sad, and naturally shed tears for each other, thinking in their hearts, God is really unfair, to let such an infatuated couple, to break them apart.

"My lords, I'm really sorry, the girls are all a little unwell, and it's not suitable to pick up guests today."

The old bustard came out and said to everyone apologetically. After hearing the words, everyone nodded and left after seeing the scene. Even if the old bust didn't say anything, they wouldn't stay here any longer.

How are these women crying? They came here to have fun, and the current situation is not suitable for fun.

Kong Lianliu watched the crowd leave, sighed slightly, and looked at the direction of Heng Xiulin's departure with some confusion in her eyes. Maybe she really misunderstood Heng Xiulin. From the beginning to the end, she said that Heng Xiulin was heartless and ungrateful Yes, it's all these people.

But who has seen Heng Xiulin do such a thing?No one, all these words were said by them, but Heng Xiulin, on the other hand, always dismissed these things, until finally, he wrote a poem to express his heart.

(End of this chapter)