Han Shaozhen turned around with a dazed face, and looked at Zheng Boyan with his hands spread out. He seemed to be talking all over his body-where did you see it?

However, Zheng Boyan added fuel to the fire: "It seems that Rong Qing can't wait to share it with everyone, please."

Han Shaozhen had to stand up, walk pretendingly, while muttering: "Ahem, the students feel that if you write any poems casually in this situation and situation, it is really insulting to the scenery."

"Why don't the students recite the masterpieces of the predecessors, let's throw some thoughts at them."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Zheng Boyan to answer or not, he immediately recited: "Since ancient times, autumn is sad and lonely, I say that autumn is better than spring. A crane and a row of clouds in the clear sky will draw poetry to Bixiao."

A song of "Autumn Ci", chanted in a circumflex, full of voice and emotion.

Zheng Boyan couldn't pick the fault, so he had to let him go: "You pass the test, but the ‘West’ word group can’t get extra points!"

"Who else will try?"

Pei Yunxiao's poems are only half-hearted. At this time, I can't wait to hide immediately and reduce the sense of existence.

Feeling Zheng Boyan's gaze sweeping the audience like a searchlight, Pei Yunxiao was uneasy.

Suddenly, she glanced at Li Yan beside her, her eyes lit up!

"Brother Li Xue, your poems have always been good, but we can rely on you!" Pei Yunxiao turned around and whispered encouragement.

She had long seen that Li Yan should have come up with some verse, but for some reason she had been hesitating, instead she kept observing her own reaction.

After thinking about it, Pei Yunxiao understood.

Li Yan chased after Liang Ze and Wang Sen at any time, so naturally he couldn't steal the limelight from them. This is the "wisdom" of being a little brother. So he would subconsciously think that he is the same.

Sure enough, Li Yan was flattered and surprised: "Let me go?"

"Of course! We will lose if we don't go!" Pei Yunxiao pushed him and pushed him out of the pavilion.

Only then did Li Yan straighten his clothes, his face raised a little with joy.

"The dean, the students also have one."

"Just know the spring breeze,

The autumn colors are just thick.

You should know that you study hard and learn early,

Time is too hurried. "

"Meet the rules, but the meaning is commendable." Zheng Boyan commented: "The seasons are like flowing, and there is no end to learning. I hope everyone can remember."

"I would like to follow the teachings of the head of the academy!" The students got up to be taught.

Seeing that Li Yan was praised, Pei Yunxiao quietly breathed a sigh of relief---final business!

But I didn't want to. The stone in my heart was put down here, and Song Jue's voice over there happened to be heard: "Yi Fei, what do you think?"

Pei Yunxiao's poems are not prominent among the students. The more so, the more Song Jue has to test her from time to time to encourage her to make progress.

Pei Yunxiao had just been pestered by Zhao Xizhe, without thinking of a word.

Now I was suddenly named, and under a blank space, I could only see the chrysanthemums around Liaofangting. I was able to grow wisdom in a hurry. I quickly said: "Teacher, students are not talented, they have only two sentences and five musts, but they haven't been able to make a poem."

"It's okay, talk about it," Song Jue encouraged.

Pei Yunxiao paused: "After the students came to Wuzhou, they heard from friends that these chrysanthemums on the top of Congshan only bloom in autumn, and the rest of the vegetation has withered, but it can withstand the severe cold, frost and snow on the mountain in winter. As soon as I saw it, I came up with two sentences."

"Don't be a bunch of flowers,

Anonymous to Frost Wind. "

Song Jue expressed appreciation: "It's not bad, just a few sentences will express the habits and vigor of this nameless wild chrysanthemum, the tone has been set, and the charm has been established. Think about the next two sentences."

"What about the others? If you can continue these two sentences, you can also say them."

All the students thought about it again. It was much harder to continue the verse than to do it by yourself. The rhythm should be consistent, and the artistic conception should be more suitable.

Song Jue and Zheng Boyan waited for a moment and no one came out. They were about to point out a few words, but when Tang Hang came over, they made a click, and said in a deep voice, "The dean, teacher, I have a few words, I want to invite you all. Mr. and classmates advise."

"You said." Song Jue's eyes lit up.

Tang Hang is the most talented student in the poor family he has suffered over the years. It can be said that he has high hopes for him!

"The first two sentences of Brother Yi Fei just now are: Don’t be a hundred flowers clumps, and Wuming will face Shuangfeng. Students then

Sleeping through spring and summer,

Wake up again and again. "

Zheng Boyan and Song Jue looked at each other involuntarily when the verse fell.

Tang Heng's sentence is not badly received, and it even brings the artistic conception of Pei Yunxiao's original sentence to a higher level.

Poetry is like its own, reflecting the state of mind. Tang Heng was short in two sentences and ten words, and his arrogance was already evident in his chest.

Pei Yunxiao was also surprised and rewarded.

Tang Heng's continued two sentences seem to be a portrayal of his own life. The poor family farmer has a miserable life experience, has been silent for many years, accumulated a lot of money, and shocked the world when he woke up!

The competition of the five groups officially ended. Pei Yunxiao's "North" group won the first place without any surprise, and Tang Heng's "中" group took second place.

Seeing that dusk was approaching, Zheng Boyan greeted everyone back down the mountain.

On the return journey, the carriage did not return as it was, but instead detoured to the village outside Wuzhou City in accordance with Zheng Boyan's intention.

It seems that Zheng Boyan still insists on promoting the concept of agronomy in the academy.

The carriage passed by the ridges, and there were dry and cracked fields and dead wheat stalks everywhere.

The faces of all the students couldn't help but change, and even those who don't like to take agricultural classes very much on weekdays looked at them blankly, and couldn't say anything.

"Tell me, what do you see?"

Zheng Boyan’s voice came from outside the car: “I’m used to seeing Wuzhou’s night music, I am accustomed to daily food and clothing, and indulged in the trivial skin of my classmates... What is the responsibility of the world? What is the people-oriented?"

"Everyone is rich in learning, writing like a god, and hand-in-hand with the teachings of the world, and writing articles one after another. But you can speak and write, but you don't read it!"

"Now take a good look at it. This is the most common and common life in the world! It is also the life of the most people in the four seas!"

Pei Yunxiao held up the car curtain, and couldn't bear to look directly at the ruined and messy scene.

Last winter, there was no snow. The whole year of this year was almost dry and there were no raindrops.

The south of the Yangtze River is okay. The water resources in the mountains are abundant, but the amount of water is not as good as in previous years. This was the case when Tang Hang built a water truck in Tangjiazhuang that day. Qingshan County also barely had a good harvest this year.

But Wuzhou has no Tangheng, no water source.

No, there is water!

It's just that they have already been trapped in the family manor, and the wealthy families who raised Wuzhou City are so rich that ordinary people can only rely on the sky for food.

If God is unkind, they can only wait to die.

There is no idle land in the world, and the farmer still starves to death. Now that there is no harvest, what will they do in the coming winter?

Returning to the academy, Pei Yunxiao and Tang Heng went together.

Before entering the house, I met Jin Miao who had waited for a day and rushed out of the house in a hurry.

"Little son, Jiang Yiqian's affairs are very interesting!"

"Don't worry, sit down and say!"

Jin Miao has always been up and down, and now he is out of breath, not knowing what news he has, so he has come over in such a hurry.

Tang Hang also sat down and listened.

Both he and Han Shaozhen knew that Pei Yunxiao was investigating Jiang Yiqian. It's just that they all thought that Pei Yunxiao was about to punish her to the Three Holy Church for Jiang Yiqian. Pei Yunxiao did not clarify either.

"Little son doesn't know, if this matter wasn't for the cleverness of his subordinates, I am afraid that Jinnian's elm head would have been leaked!" Jinmiao took the tea on the table and eased a sigh.

"We checked that Jiang Yiqian for so long, and the eighteenth generation of his ancestors had to find out, but we didn't find any particularly important news.

As a result, I suddenly remembered that when I found out Jiang Yiqian's former classmate, I found out that the two had met in Hui County, Wuzhou. This is not Jiang Yiqian's hometown, we didn't take it seriously. But I think I should go there. "

"Who ever thought that I was right!" Jin Miao said excitedly.

"We met a midwife in Huixian. She said that she had given birth to a wealthy merchant named Zhong in Huixian County. Because the boy who delivered the baby died before he landed on the ground, Zhong Jiarenshan still gave her a lot of money, so She remembers very clearly."

"According to the midwife, the grandfather of the Zhong family is surnamed Jiang. We showed her the portrait of Jiang Yiqian, and she said it was this person! But when we find the Zhong family, the son guess what?"

"The Zhong family was burned to ruins because of a fire three years ago!"

"What?" Pei Yunxiao grabbed a key word: "You said three years ago?"

The author has something to say: Note: ①Quotation: Liu Yuxi's "Autumn Ci" ②Usage: Pei Yunxiao's poem "No Hundred Flowers" is used from Song·Zheng Sixiao's "Hanju": Flowers do not bloom with Hundred Flowers ② Self-written: Li Extension of four lines of poem. And "the nameless to the frost and wind, sleep through the spring and summer, wake up all over the mountain red" three sentences. The level is not good, purely for the plot service, just look at it~