Chapter 171: Distorted Thoughts
As the words of the Liang City Lord fell, a young man in a green shirt who looked about twenty years old and walked out of the ranks behind the middle-level martial arts instructor. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 He walked up to the Liang City Lord, bowed deeply to him, and took the scroll representing his honor with both hands.
The young man's cheekbones were prominent, and his cheeks were even more pronounced, and his complexion was yellow, but he looked like he was a little malnourished. It doesn't seem to be a very prominent person.
City Lord Liang patted him on the shoulders appreciatively, and said to everyone: "In the winter of three years ago, a violent rat plague broke out in Binnan County, where Jiang Siyuan lived. The rats not only spoiled the grain, but also chewed all the cloth and clothes of the county for the winter. ”
He paused for a while and said, "Everyone, in such a bad situation, Jiang Siyuan stepped forward, led the young villagers up the mountain to hunt for food, and collected the torn clothes of the whole village, brought them home, and asked his family to help sew them. ”
Under his proper arrangement, none of the villagers in the county starved or froze to death in this rat plague. And his mother, in this disaster, mended her clothes and mended her blindness......"
The words of the city lord of Liang were full of tears, singing and crying, but Lin Zhi felt more and more wrong when he listened to it.
This Qingyun list seems to move the Chinese character selection, but such a story, how to listen to it, how to give this will be awarded to his blind mother.
On the other hand, Jiang Siyuan's behavior of handing over all the county's winter clothes to his mother for sewing is also a manifestation of his unfilial piety.
Lord Liang spoke for a while, and Jiang Siyuan was about to leave, and the crowd applauded as if they had just woken up from a dream. This posture is less than one-fifth of the cheers of the talent cabaret performance.
Seeing this, Lin Zhi's originally unconvinced heart thought a little better, it seems that the audience still has a negative attitude towards this kind of election.
During the Three Kingdoms period, there was a hunter named Liu An, who killed his wife and stewed his wife's meat to entertain Liu Bei, and was also passed on by later generations as a good reputation. It can be seen that the thinking of the ancients was seriously distorted.
Lin Zhi felt comforted, but she didn't know that she was the only one in the audience who really cared about whether the award-winning person really lived up to his name.
Most of the young cultivators were whispering, and they couldn't stop peeking in the direction of the martial arts team.
Zuo Hongyun and Gao Mingxuan, who were standing at the front, both looked calm, but Xiao Ling's expression had already exposed everything.
His cheeks bulged, and he looked extremely painful with a smile, and a pair of black thief eyebrows couldn't stop looking Gao Mingxuan up and down.
What Lin Zhi didn't know was that during her absence, the entire Xinping City simply promoted Gao Mingxuan as a martial god, and all the credit for the snake suppression in Yuqu County was on his head.
What bravely crowns the three armies, and the gods descend to earth, all the nice words are put on him. So much so that almost everyone thought that the candidate for the martial artist of the Qingyun List this time must be him.
Unexpectedly, "Jiang Siyuan" who came out of nowhere grabbed this position, and everyone forgot to applaud in surprise.
Liang Anan was also shocked and couldn't believe his ears. She obviously spent so much money to get the storyteller in the city, and it brought the atmosphere of the whole city to life.
Gao Mingxuan's image was shaped tall and perfect, but he didn't expect that there were so many more rivals in love, and he still didn't choose it!
She also wanted to take advantage of Gao Mingxuan's election this time, really rise to the top, be a virtuous official, and get his father's favor.
Looking at it this way, it's all in the soup again.