A boy of about ten years old was in a daze by the river for a long time.

Because a young woman who claims to be her mother-in-law is very different from herself.

The river is half dry, but there is no problem in taking a picture.

The young woman was about twenty years old, wearing a light green skirt and a white bandeau top.

She watched over him carefully, lest he accidentally fall into the river.

When this boy came to the river to see his appearance, he couldn't help but be surprised!

I saw an ugly face in the water that was described as withered as a skeleton, with a white face and lips without any blood, and hair as yellow as straw.

This woman has a beautiful face, picturesque eyebrows, red lips and white teeth.

Looking up at the beautiful woman again, the boy couldn't help but think that I was her adopted son, why did the mother and son look the opposite?

The young woman saw the boy's puzzled eyes, and tears poured out of his face: "Mother is sorry for you, let you give birth without full-term." Ping'er, but for your mother's sake, almost all of the family property is spent on you. ”

This boy now finally knows his name, which is Zhao Ping.

Originally, Zhao Ping had been riding a battery car on the street in his previous life, and sacrificed himself in order to save a beautiful woman who jumped off a building.

The unwilling soul wandered around, but he didn't expect to cross into a sick seedling who was unconscious because of his injury.

But fortunately, there is an incomparably beautiful woman who claims to be his mother to take care of herself.

It's just that he was born without a father, and mother and son depend on each other!

Who the father is, the mother has never said!

Just know that you were born an illegitimate child!

An illegitimate outcast without a father!

It is not difficult to resemble it, and the name Zhao Ping is to hope that he is plain and peaceful.

It's just that this wish is not easy to achieve!

It was only a mile from home to the river, but he was out of breath all the way, and he had to sit on the Maza that his mother carried with him three times to breathe three times.

Even so, this is what he fought for, because his mother-in-law kept him resting in bed in order to keep him healthy.

As a person from later generations, Zhao Ping knows how harmful it is to lie in bed all the time, not only is his physical function seriously reduced, but maybe this extremely fragile body may also die at any time that day.

Although this life is fragile, it is also my precious life, and I have to think of a way to grow up healthily.

For example, practice running and so on.

On this day, when Zhao Ping was practicing running, he suddenly saw the housekeeper Wu Jie and his son hurriedly picking up hoes, sticks, etc., saying that they were going to the Lijia River to compete for water.

Not long after Wu Jie's father and son left, the little girl Huanlan'er ran in out of breath and told him bad news.

It turned out that the county received a report that he wanted to judge the water dispute.

This is not good for Lijia Village at all, because the county does not like martial arts at all, but likes to compose poems.

But the head of Lijia Village is a martial artist, and Wangjia Village is just a civil fight.

I heard that there are still people in Wangjia Village who are officials in the county and on the government road.

The situation is not favorable to Lijia Village at all.

Of course, it is also unfavorable for Zhaojiazhuang.

Because Zhaojiazhuang is also attached to Lijia Village.

What to do?

Zhao Ping picked up a copy of "Yuefu Poetry Collection" and said to Lan'er: "Lan'er, let's go and see the water." ”

Who knew that the hateful Lan'er hurriedly opened her hands and stopped her and said, "Xiao Langjun, you have to rest more, the master mother told the slave and maid not to let you out." ”

Zhao Ping patiently said to Lan'er: "I heard that the county Cheng likes to fight poetry. I usually have less time in class, so I just need to gain knowledge. ”

The reason for the lack of class time is, of course, due to frequent illness.

What's more, it's an illegitimate child again!

Zhao Ping is often sick and can't come to the school when he takes leave, and the teacher treats him as air in a fit of anger.

When his classmates saw that he was far away, they were very afraid that this sick man would spread the disease to them, and no one spoke to him.

Behind his back, he also laughed at him for being an illegitimate child without a father.

If you don't have time to go to class, your grades will naturally not be good.

This made Zhao Ping even more withdrawn and introverted.

Nicknames such as sick seedling, withdrawn child, and incompetent child have become notorious in the neighborhood.

This made Zhao Ping can't help but have the idea of looking for his father.

Father, why did you abandon me?

But Lan'er still didn't let Zhao Ping out.

Zhao Ping took out a shortbread and said, "Lan'er, shortbread." ”

Five or six-year-old Lan'er moved her throat a few times, looked at Zhao Ping with big eyes, and hesitated a few times to take the shortbread.

Zhao Ping took the opportunity to step past her, and Lan'er had to chase while shouting.

When the two came to the Lijia River, they saw that there were about 1,000 villagers in the two villages.

The noise almost shook people's ears, and unexpectedly there was no imaginary fight scene.

Zhao Ping and Lan'er saw that the housekeeper Wu Jie, father and son, also rushed forward, holding their heads high, and the villagers of Wangjia Village were fiercely scolding.

Not to be outdone, the villagers of Wangjia Village waved their arms and pointed at Wu Jie's father and son and scolded.

Because they were so far away, Zhao Ping didn't know what they were scolding.

Later, the two sides pointed at each other's noses and scolded, Wu Tian suddenly waved the wooden stick in his hand, and the other party's voice stopped abruptly.

What puzzled Zhao Ping was that the villagers of the Wang family only had hoes, but did not bring any sticks, could it be that the Wang family village admitted defeat before fighting?

Could it be that he finally got the opportunity to watch the excitement, but the result turned out to be a hero running away in vain?

Suddenly, a few gongs sounded, and Zhao Ping only heard a rough voice shouting: "Give me peace!" Give me quiet! Next, I would like to invite the county officials to give a lecture. ”

The villagers of the two villages suddenly fell silent!

Zhao Ping looked towards the gong sound, only to see two officials in black soap clothes in front of him who sounded the gong to open the way, and several officials in the back who were holding the "quiet" and "evasive" signs separated on both sides.

When the rickety sedan chair stopped, an official stepped forward and lifted the curtain of the green double sedan chair, and at the same time made a gesture of invitation with his right hand.

A green-robed official around forty years old with a serious face came out!

Zhao Ping only heard him cough, his eyes swept around, and the villagers of Wangjia Village and Lijia Village, under the leadership of their respective chiefs, bowed down and saluted: "I've seen officials." ”

What a big official authority!

Zhao Ping remembered that the county was generally an eight-grade person, but he obviously regarded himself as a county here.

The green-robed official nodded, coughed a few times, and then said in a deep voice: "This official received a report that someone had gathered to make trouble, what happened?" ”

As soon as the words fell, a fair-skinned, fat, rich man about fifty years old, a Dongpo hat, a wide-sleeved purple shirt, a round-necked satin man immediately replied with a salute with both hands: "Tell the officials, in order to compete for water, Lijia Village gathered many people, and the sticks were added, and I hope that the officials will be the masters of the small people!" ”

After saying that, he wiped away the tears that didn't exist.

Zhao Ping couldn't help frowning, and his heart suddenly became active.

Li Jiazhuang did not carry tools this time, and it happened that the county came to the scene after receiving a report.

It's hard to believe that the two are not connected.

Li Zhihao, the patriarch of Lijia Village, is also about fifty, but his sideburns and beard are already a little gray, his forehead is slightly hunched, and his brown face is thin.

He stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "Tell the officials, in order to fight for water, Wangjia Village cut off the water source of the small people, destroyed the small people's farm tools, and wanted to cut off the small people's cooking smoke. I also hope that the officials will be the masters of the small people. ”

Liu Xiancheng stroked his beard, looked at the two of them, and coughed: "It turned out to be a fight for water." However, the stick has no eyes, hurts people's lives, and violates the harmony of heaven. Besides, my Great Song Dynasty is not a foreign barbarian, and Xi Wen Yanwu is a common practice in the imperial court. In this case, today, of course, we will compare the text with the wipe. ”

Wang Wenxiu, the chief of the Wangjia Village, immediately bowed to Liu Xiancheng and said, "I respectfully obey this order." ”

The attentive Zhao Ping noticed that he had a smile on his face.

And everyone in Lijia Village gasped, and their faces showed ugly faces.

The level of indoctrination of the two villages is one in the sky and the other in the ground!

Lijia Village's strength is force, and there are only three people in the entire village who have passed the liberation test; And Wangjia Village not only has eighteen lifters, but also people who have won the title of Jinshi in the gold list.

Li Zhihao, the chief of Lijia Village, opened his mouth to defend himself, but Liu Xiancheng had already set the tone, so he had to blacken his face and smile reluctantly: "I respect to obey this order." ”

Wang Wenxiu waved his right hand. Zhao Ping saw a handsome boy wearing a scarf, about eleven or two years old, calmly walked up to Liu Xiancheng and bowed deeply, and said, "Xiaosheng Wang Ziyi has seen officials. Then he met Li Zhihao again, and finally sang a fat promise to the surroundings.

This son's appearance and demeanor are not only applauded by Wangjia Village, but also Li Jiacun can't find anything wrong.

Zhao Ping couldn't help but shake his head, this is a prodigy from Wangjia Village. What's more, Wangjiacun has already come out of a boy, and according to the convention, Lijiacun has also come up with a boy of the same age.

Zhao Ping had already seen the desperate eyes of the villagers of Lijia Village!

Wang Wenxiu bowed to Liu Xiancheng: "Xiaomin respectfully asks the officials to ask questions." ”

Liu Xiancheng stroked his beard gently, looked at Xiaohe, and looked at Lijiazhuang and Wangjiazhuang from afar, and then his eyes stayed on Wang Ziyi, and he sighed and said: "Dongpo layman said: 'It is better to eat without meat than to live without bamboo'. Bamboo, elegant things also. Water, the source of all things, is also the thing that is being contested today. To compose a poem, there must be bamboo and water, and the time limit is half a pillar of incense. ”

Zhao Ping thought to himself, this county is indeed an elegant literati!

A black-clothed official immediately lit a stick of incense and began to mark the time.

The little maid in Wangjiazhuang has already set up the desk, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and it seems that they have already been prepared.

Zhao Ping saw Wang Ziyi grinding ink while looking at Xiaohe and Cuizhu and pondering.

In less than half a pillar of incense, he had slowly written a poem.

An official messenger took it and handed it to Liu Xiancheng, and after Liu Xiancheng read it, he nodded and gave it to Li Zhihao. Li Zhihao had no choice but to chant in a rich baritone:

"There is no small bridge on the mountainside, and the secluded spring water surrounds the rocky reef. The gentle footsteps startled the forest birds, and it was my dream that floated. ”

After reading, Li Zhihao said in a deep voice: "Wang Langjun's artistic conception is elegant, light and chic. The following is announced below, and their own Li Jiazhuang recognizes ......"

Speaking of this, Zhao Ping saw that the villagers of Wangjia Village had already waved their arms, and almost shouted; And Wang Wenxiu's face was all joy, and he almost said, "Victory." ”

When Li Zhihao said this, his voice almost smelled of crying.

The word "lose" has not yet been exported, "and slow!" ”

A small but crisp child's voice came.

Zhao Ping exclaimed with all his strength, and could only walk slowly due to his weak body.

Wang Wenxiu's face suddenly stiffened, and the waving arms of the villagers of Wangjia Village also stopped.

The angry eyes of all Wangjia Village were like sharp arrows shooting at Zhao Ping.

Li Zhihao and Wang Wenxiu were furious, and Liu Xiancheng and Li Zhihao frowned after glancing at them.

Of course, he knew his appearance and clothing, but he was nothing more than a pale and bloodless face, with burnt yellow hair, straight blue, and two horned boys on his head, who was almost a head shorter than Wang Ziyi.

There is no way, standing with Wang Ziyi, the sick Yangzi's self can only become a foil shining on the bright moon for thousands of miles!

Zhao Ping shook his head and sighed when he saw everyone in Lijia Village, and Lan'er covered her eyes even more.

Although Zhao Ping walked slowly, he still came to Liu Xiancheng fearlessly!

"What, is there no one in Lijiazhuang? Sending this sick seedling out to embarrass people? ”

"Haha, haha, is it a sick seedling with no ink in his stomach?"

"Haha, look he's got a book in his hand. Could it be that he wanted to find a poem from the book to deal with the emergency? ”

"Haha, incompetent, this is not looking for poetry, but writing poetry on the spot."

"If you can win by finding poetry, I'll just come out."

"Haha, I'm laughing to death. Li Jiazhuang, just admit defeat and forget it, this is more decent. ”

"Oh, it turned out to be a sick seedling who fished for two days and dried nets for three days during his study time? Why don't you join in the fun? Isn't it enough to be ashamed? ”

Wait a minute.

The sound of laughter and ridicule from the villagers of Wangjia Village continued to reach Zhao Ping's ears.

He also saw that the faces of the villagers in Wangjia Village suddenly relaxed, and all of them were smiling.

Wu Di stepped out with his right foot and shouted, "Xiao Langjun." ”

was about to rush forward and pull Zhao Ping to his side.

Wu Jie hurriedly covered Wu Di's mouth and whispered to him quietly.

After accepting everyone's expressions, Zhao Ping still did not mess up at all, smiled and saluted one by one, and then bowed again, pointed to the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone and asked Wang Ziyi: "Can the little official borrow it?" ”

Maybe it's because he has gained the upper hand, Wang Ziyi nodded gracefully, and stretched out his right hand: "Xiao Langjun, please use."

Time was running out, Zhao Ping immediately wrote with a brush, fortunately, the pen and ink had just been dried, and the incense had just been burned.

After Liu Xiancheng took the poem written by Zhao Ping from the official mission, he glanced at it a few times, and his face changed slightly and handed it to Wang Wenxiu.

Wang Wenxiu coughed, and had no choice but to recite:

"The ink clouds want to fall into the water, and the green bamboo silent river is also idle. The mirror surface suddenly cracked and rippled, and the blue boat went away to the sound of the oars. ”

The masters of the two villages have already arrived.

Zhao Ping saw the master of Wangjia Village flick his sleeves and glared at him fiercely.

Li Zhiqing's master in Lijia Village was dumbfounded, not believing that this was a student who could not even complete his studies normally.

When Zhao Ping heard Li Zhiqing chanting poetry, he couldn't help but burst into tears, and muttered: "My Li Jiazhuang is saved." I also saw that Li Zhihao finally straightened his waist at this time, stroked his beard and asked Wang Wenxiu: "Can Wang Yuanwai give this poem a comment." ”