However, Xiao Qiang still found a way, he decided to start with Shilin, with his understanding of Yunlu in the past few months, Yunlu's literacy rate should reach thirty percent, as for those who have a certain culture, he has seen enrollment advertisements in newspapers, and the hundred schools claim to have ten thousand colleges, and there are millions of Xiucai who graduate every year, so if you calculate, there should be tens of millions of people in the group of readers, as long as it can affect them, then you can subtly change the minds of the people around you. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Then the one in my memory is just right, during the reform of Yunlu, it was forced to popularize compulsory education in Mongolia and vigorously build academies, and the circumstances are also in line with the inside, which can be completely matched.

Xiao Qiang relied on the memory in his mind to wave it directly, and let the gloomy Xu Po come to see it in person. She has been a child of a scholarly family since she was a child, and she is not an illiterate person, and after decades of cultural edification of the Xiao family, she is no longer inferior to the appreciation level of readers, Xu Po still looks at the first two sentences with a gloomy face.

"The high wind roared in August and autumn, rolling up the triple thatch on my house. Mao flies across the river and sprinkles the suburbs of the river, the high one hangs on the long forest tops, and the lower one floats to sink the pond pass. ”

She showed a look of surprise, the three words "Wind Fury", the sound was grand, reading it was like hearing the autumn wind roaring, and the other verbs were also quite clever, and then looked down.

"The children of Nancun bullied me for being old and powerless, and I could endure being thieves on the other side, and openly hugged the grass into the bamboo. His lips were dry and he couldn't breathe, and he came back and sighed to himself. ”

Although it is not as amazing as the first sentence, but the allegorical scenery is also considered to be of good quality, and she looked down again.

"The wind is dark and the clouds are dark, and the desert is dark in autumn. The cloth has been cold like iron for many years, and Jiao'er is wicked and cracked. There is no dry place in the bedside room, and the rain feet are like hemp and have not been broken. Since I have been mourned and have little sleep, why should I get wet for a long night?"

"Awesome!" Xu Po sighed, the words and sentences are already classics, Master Xiao is at this level, seeing this, she has no anger, and is ready to let Xiao Qiang do it, but there is still the last paragraph left to read, and she looked down again.

"There are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, and the cold people in the world are happy, and the wind and rain do not move like a mountain!

"A masterpiece of the ages! This is a masterpiece of the ages!" Xu Po was completely shocked, using seven-character sentences before and after, and nine-character sentences in the middle, and the sentences continued to fall, thus constituting a sonorous rhythm and galloping forward momentum, echoing with the misfortune of the middle two stanzas, and the last sentence is to point out the embarrassment of the environment, but also reflect the noble character of the poet and the firm ideal of changing the dark reality, so that the reader has a feeling of shocking the soul.

“…… Poetry of this calibre...... I'm afraid the old man can't be as good as ......"

She didn't expect that a poem made by Xiao Qiang casually would be of such a high standard, and even better, the poem was enough to match Old Man Xiao's experience and family background.

Xiao Qiang looked triumphant, thinking that this poem was a masterpiece in the junior high school textbook in his previous life, and it had never appeared in this life, so he could naturally fool Yunlu people.

"Young master, you copied this song "Song of the Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind"!" Xu Po said incredulously, she didn't believe that Xiao Qiang could make a work of this level.

"You don't have to ask about the origin, Ben Shao won't say, this level makes a poetry collection, do you agree?"

"The old body is going to contact the book club......

At the moment, Xiao Qiang began to copy poems, and his predecessors couldn't get their hands on a bunch of middle-aged and elderly famous poems because of their age and identity. But he didn't have these concerns, Xiao Qingshan's official was big enough and his literary name was enough to afford this forced qualification.

Xiao Qiang's confidence skyrocketed, and he began to do it, the original seven or eight poems, and then about thirty poems, which was enough for a poetry collection. Old Man Xiao's poems are simple and strong, basically the same set of the family and the country, there is no pressure to find some similar poems, but after all, he is a Wenzong and not a literary saint, and it is too suspicious to be a masterpiece through the ages, so it is enough to have a few songs of the autumn wind song of this level.

"Mo Dao's slander is like a deep wave, and Mo Dao's relocation is like a sinking sand. ”

"Back then, thousands of miles were looking for the marquis, and the horses were in Liangzhou. ”

"Three times to worry about the world, two dynasties to help the old ministers. He died before he left the school, which made the hero cry. ”

"The sick bones are fragmented, the gauze hat is wide, and the lonely minister is thousands of miles away. The humble did not dare to forget the country, and the matter must still be closed. ”

"The dead Yuan knows that everything is empty, but the sorrow is not the same as Kyushu. Wang Shi set the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family sacrifice did not forget to tell Naiweng. ”

Xiao Qiang came up with five more poems, and they can be used just by changing the words and characters, I feel that it should be enough, and the rest is ordinary poems.

"The nature of the sky is from the forest, and it is hundreds of fathoms high. Ling Xiao does not give in to himself, and he has an open mind. ”

"Back then, loyalty was a national worry, why were you afraid of cutting off your head? If it is popular all over the world today, who will guard the country?"

"The boat was hugged by the sound of the rain, and the dripping cold sent the chickens. How many tears have been shed in a hundred years in the four seas, and the sadness is in the west of Shicheng. ”

"Throwing the south sun is the main worry, and the north and the east are all good plans. When heaven and earth come together, the heroes are not free. ”

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It seems to be mixed with strange things, Xiao Qiang took it out of style, and found that it should be in line with Old Man Xiao's character in general, but a few poems ridiculed the map cannon, which was simply dead.

"If you die, you will die, anyway, the person concerned has become the living dead, I am only more than six years old, and I have the oral protection of the Shenshui Palace and the Guixu Gate, hehe......" Xiao Qiang thought of the medium-sized business group left by his predecessor, with their name and money enough to recruit first-class bodyguards, in addition to the old man Cheng, a great Confucian by his side, he could sit back and relax at that time.

After that, Xiao Qiang began to plan his future route, the previous sect master of the Mocking Wind Vein left too many resources, and he was afraid that it would take a long time to complete the integration.

That night, when Xiao Qiang came back from Mengxue, he saw Xu Po frowning, and the two entered the house to discuss and found that the situation was not good.

"The old man is incompetent, and when the book club heard that it was the master's poetry collection, he didn't even read it, they said: The master is a sensitive person, and no book club will dare to publish a book."

"What about the newspaper, isn't it okay for the Leizhou Express to publish yellow articles?"

The editor-in-chief replied with eight words: I have the heart to publish in the newspaper, but I can't go back to heaven. ”

"Rub - then let's use the name of that god-man granting gold!"

Xiao Qiang was also speechless, he didn't expect the Heng Dynasty speech control to be so developed, but he came from the previous life with more developed control, this kind of outdated means couldn't stop him, he still had a bunch of pirate channels, and now decided to buy a few to lay a good foundation, with these poems and masterpieces to pave the way, and when the time is ripe to publish, the hundred schools of thought will not come to kneel and lick!

After returning to the house, he discussed with Alpha again, calling on the merchant group left by his predecessor to establish a sub-base in Stone Town, and Xiao Qiang fell into a beautiful fantasy about the future.

On the first day of June, at the renaming meeting of Stone Town, Qiongya County, Leizhou, all the townspeople gathered in the newly built square next to the teleportation array. Hundreds of children in the middle were doing gymnastics in unison.

On the opposite side of the speech platform, he was about to become the mayor of Shicheng County, because the magistrate of Qiongya County sat next to him, and it seemed that he was going to move over, the so-called three lives and evil counties in the same city, with this boss and a bunch of leaders who were bigger than him, he was very unhappy;

Xiao Qiang is also scolding these leaders, he is dignified and mocking the lord of the wind vein, a big rebel leader, but now he wants to do gymnastics performances like hundreds of children, forming a font phalanx, he is about to collapse, he swore that he will kill them after the rebellion, and let them do a collective performance before they die.

Bang bang!!

With the roar of the salute, twenty-nine "footprint" fireworks flew into the sky one after another, step by step from the podium to the circle teleportation array in the sky.

The evolution stage began to play music, and a funny child began to recite a paragraph full of feelings: "There are friends from afar, very happy, twenty-nine feet represent the history of Stone Town for 290 years, step by step towards Qingzhou, towards Qindao, towards the future, let us hold hands and ......"

The little kid next to him wanted to hold hands, and Xiao Qiang slapped it away. He felt like he was about to collapse, and even his movements began to be uncoordinated, but fortunately no one noticed him at this time.

At this time, everyone looked at the sky, the diameter of two hundred zhang high-altitude circular teleportation array flickered, a large merchant ship in the shape of a beer barrel came out in red, the prawns and crabs on both sides of the bow looked extremely eye-catching and majestic, and the sound of music and singing was also heard from the boat, which coincided with the below.

"The man who eats prawns and crabs, you are mighty and majestic, your speeding steps are like the wind, the endless Qin Island wanders with you, and your pockets are as wide as the earth......"

While the singing was wafting, one merchant ship after another came out and released all kinds of flowers. For a while, the square was thunderous with applause, tens of thousands of people cheered, and the atmosphere was warm, but Xiao Qiang's face was distorted, and he wanted to vomit blood in his heart......

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