Literati Sanctification

Chapter 25 Request
"County magistrate, it's not that I don't agree, it's just that my writing palace has been polluted, so how can I write literary prayers for rain?"

Heng Xiulin looked at the county magistrate in front of him, and then said to him with a wry smile, in fact, if he had that ability, he would never refuse, after all, he just helped him solve a crisis.

He also understands the truth of repaying kindness.

"What, Wen Gong was polluted?"

The county magistrate was shocked when he heard this. He saw the rain falling in Heshui City yesterday. Almost everyone put their hopes on him, but now they found out that Heng Xiulin's Wen Palace was polluted and he could not write. It is simply a great irony to publish a literary prayer for rain.

I thought that if a person who could cause a vision of heaven and earth wrote a prayer for rain, the success rate would definitely be higher. The despair that appeared now almost didn't make the county magistrate vomit blood on the spot.

"How is this good!"

The county magistrate just felt dizzy for a while. If he couldn't solve the problem of rainwater, he was afraid that Heshui City would really have a big problem.

In the past, when this happened, they sought help from other places, and then sent other literati to come, and they all solved the trouble smoothly, but this time, Jiang Guo had this kind of situation in many places. How could they care about their small place here?
Moreover, I heard that even some places are not solved by great Confucians. At this time, even the emperor is worried and loses his temper every day in the hall.

This is great, there is no hope for them in Heshui City.

"Let's go, no matter what you say, I still need to go and have a look around. Besides, I have also been ordered by the magistrate to take you there, so you can go with me!"

The county magistrate sighed, looked at Hengxiu Lin, then waved his hand and said, the person has been found, although it is useless, but the city lord ordered him to take him there.

Hearing this, Heng Xiulin nodded and then left the house with the county magistrate.

"Father, I'm going to follow the magistrate and I'll be back later."

Heng Xiulin greeted the two parents and said, when Heng Xiulin finished speaking, there was a hint of nervousness in the eyes of the two of them. The official sent people, basically there is no good thing, right now Heng Xiulin is following them If you leave, nothing will happen, right?

"Don't worry, if there is something to do, they will not come to the door politely."

Seeing the expressions of the two, Heng Xiulin naturally understood that they were worried about him at this moment, but his heart warmed up immediately, and then he waved his hand, and comforted them.

The county magistrate was somewhat prepared to come this time, and prepared another carriage to follow them. Seeing their son getting into the carriage, the two of them relaxed.

If their son really let something happen, it is indeed impossible to receive him in a carriage, but it is possible to just press him away, just like that Zhang Yu.

The interior layout of the carriage is quite luxurious, but the ability to absorb shocks is still much worse. Heng Xiulin only worked on it for a while, and felt that the bottom was very tight.

Bored, Heng Xiulin directly lifted the curtain and looked outside, only to see that at this time, he had already left Heshui City, and everything outside jumped into his eyes.

But at this time, Heng Xiulin could see clearly the situation outside. Due to the lack of rain, the fields were all dry. If the seeds were planted like this, they might not even survive. A problem, let alone a harvest.

This situation is even worse than what he thought, Heng Xiulin sighed and said when he saw such a scene.

It is estimated that in the current situation, even if the rain fell outside when he was writing that poem that day, it would be of no use at all.

Because that rain was always too little, and the area covered was not very wide. From this point of view, I am afraid that the rain was just a drop in the bucket.

"arrive!"

While Heng Xiulin was still thinking about something, he felt the carriage tremble slightly, and then a figure came. Hearing this, Heng Xiulin lifted the curtain and jumped off the carriage.

Not far away, a middle-aged man in luxurious clothes was looking at the distant fields with a sad face, and behind him stood dozens of talented scholars dressed as scholars, all with guilty expressions on their faces.

On the side, there are some dark-faced peasants, looking at the dry fields in the sky and the earth, their tightly wrinkled brows are already tightly connected together.

"Anyone found?"

As soon as Heng Xiulin arrived at the place, the people over there quickly noticed the movement here. When Heng Xiulin got off the carriage, there were many people who glanced straight at him, and then Just looking up and down.

"Prefect, the person has been found, but there have been some changes."

The magistrate walked to the side of the magistrate, and said with an ugly face.

The magistrate heard the words, although he didn't know what happened, but seeing the county magistrate's face, he knew it was not good news, "Let's talk." The magistrate sighed and said, the current situation is already so bad. At this point, if it gets a little worse, how bad can it be.

"He is the genius who caused the vision of heaven and earth. It's just that his writing palace is polluted. Even if he writes prayers for rain, it's useless."

The county magistrate lowered his head and said helplessly, those talented scholars were taken aback when they heard the words, and then they showed expressions of disbelief.

"Wen Gong was polluted, how did he seduce the vision of heaven and earth?"

"That's right, magistrate, have you been deceived? If the Palace of Literature is polluted, you won't be able to write literary poems at all. How can you cause a vision of heaven and earth?"

All the talents looked at Heng Xiulin in the distance, and they all said with doubts on their faces.

"Because someone wrote a poem handed down from generation to generation, it caused a vision of heaven and earth."

When the county magistrate heard the words, he gave them a cold look and said, although these guys were not talking against him, they were inadvertently suspecting him of his work, whether it was so reliable or not.

In front of the magistrate, being so questioned by these guys, he couldn't help but feel annoyed in his heart, and naturally he became a little rude when he spoke.

Not to mention that the matter was not resolved for them, and now he doubted his ability to handle affairs. If the magistrate was here, he would have to explain it to these guys.

Those students, noticing the county magistrate's tone at this moment, their eyes flashed slightly, knowing that they had just slipped their words, so they all shut their mouths and began to shut up.

"The poem handed down from generation to generation, you said he wrote the poem from generation to generation?"

When the magistrate heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then he said with some surprise, the poems handed down from generation to generation, the talented man who can write such poems is not extremely talented.

If it was before, he would be absolutely delighted. After all, there is such a talented person in his own city, but right now, this talented person can't help him solve his troubles. What's the use of coming?

If he can't solve the trouble in front of him, I'm afraid that even he, the magistrate, will be the end. What's the use of a talented person like Heng Xiulin?

Thinking of this, the magistrate waved his hands a little discouraged, signaling that he doesn't need to bother him with this, since he can't solve his troubles, why waste time now, hurry up and solve the difficulties in front of him is the most important thing .

Otherwise, when the time is up, it will be useless even if this trouble is solved. After all, it is already past the time for spring plowing, and even if it is planting, it will be too late.

That talented man is indeed talented, but if he wants to solve this dilemma right now, unless he is writing a poem that is handed down from generation to generation describing the spring rain, it is almost the same, but is this possible?
The poems handed down from generation to generation are not Chinese cabbage. If you say you can write it, you can write it.

(End of this chapter)