(Thanks to Dameng, Chubby, and Hammer S.) Recently, the data has been unable to complain, but fortunately, there are all the gentlemen to help it. ）

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The anxious mood of Shanghe City, the Governor's Office, and the Nong's Captain's squad was finally relieved with the arrival of a timely rain.

It's not easy! In the past two months, the severe drought has made him difficult to eat, he can't sleep, the whole person has lost weight, and he has sent three copies to Chang'an just for the urgent report, and the imperial court is ready for disaster relief.

Fortunately, God was gracious, and the heavens rained down, avoiding a human catastrophe. However, it seems that there are rumors that there is another reason for this rain. The class is not a wind collector, and he has always ignored this kind of rumor. As the drought eases, he, the captain of the agricultural capital, has nothing to do less because of this: count the disaster situation in various places, carry out disaster relief and replanting measures, calculate the number of output reductions this year, and adjust the tax collection for next year...... All kinds of matters are by no means easier than being affected by disasters.

The class is only forty years old, with a handsome face, a long beard and a drooping chest, and an outstanding appearance, obviously a beautiful man when he was young. At this moment, he was dressed in a wide cyan court dress, kneeling behind the public case, holding a red pen, reviewing the slips, and extremely diligent. As a matter of fact, he has been in office as the lieutenant of Shanghe Nong for four years, and he has the first place in the class examination for many years, and has a good reputation in the DPRK and China, and it is very likely that he will go to another level. But this year, a major drought that has not been seen in ten years almost ruined the future. If the drought continues, let alone be promoted, whether he can sit firmly in the position of the captain of the agricultural capital is a big question; if the drought is serious, the autumn grain harvest will be lost, causing a popular uprising, and he may even be dismissed from his post and convicted.

Fortunately, the sky is endless, and the nectar is raining, as long as you sort out the agricultural affairs in the north in time, try to recover the losses, and then dredge the courtiers. In this way, even if there is no hope of promotion this year, it is still no problem to keep the current position. With Ban's prestige in the northwest, if it weren't for natural disasters, how could manpower do anything about it?

The prosperity of the Ban clan began with the ancestor Ban Yi, who was a legendary figure. At the end of the Qin Dynasty, Ban Yi moved to Loufu (now Ningwu, Baode, Shanxi) to escape the war, and started his family as a herd. In the era after Han Xiaohui Gao, he was known as the king of animal husbandry in the northwest with his wealth. There are thousands of herds of cattle, horses and sheep, and the history says that it is a rich and heroic side, going in and out of hunting, and advocating the flag, just like the scene of the emperor, and the age of 100 is to the end of life.

Ban Yi not only accumulated the wealth of the princes of Fubi, but also laid the strong strength and influence of the Ban family in the northwest. Since then, among the classes, with their financial resources and influence, their children have repeatedly appeared. Ban Yizi Ban Ru, the official to Shaanzhou County; His grandson, the squad leader (well, that's the name), was appointed as the Taishou of the Upper Valley; The son of the squad leader, Ban Hui, took Maocai as the eldest son of the county commander; The class returns to the birth of a son, and he is filial piety and honesty, and he is a Lang official, and the official is the captain of Shanghe Nong.

There are three sons and one daughter under the class. The eldest son, Bamber, was proficient in "poems" and "books", and was recommended to the court as a lang official; The second son of Banyou, erudite and talented, is a good scholar of Huang Lao, and also serves as a speaker in the court; The third son is young, quite talented and learned, and when he is only eighteen years old, he was appointed as the Sima of the Sanshui Governor; is the youngest daughter Ban Yuanjun, who is less than 12 years old, who is also a famous young girl in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and female popularity, and omniscient.

The Ban family, passed down to the sixth generation, has been purified of the atmosphere of sudden wealth, just like the scholarly family of poetry and rites.

It is precisely because of the hard-won reputation of this family that the class situation is particularly cherished, and it is diligent and hard-working, but it is not entirely obsessed with official positions. For a family with a deep background like the Ban family, officials can not do it, but they can only resign by themselves, and they must not be masturbated because of poor governance. If there is such a stain on the official journey, it is really a shame for the family.

After reviewing the class situation, I secretly sighed, God treats my class, it is really not thin......

Outside the yamen, a doorman came to report: "Captain Yudu, when Cao Peng Gong Xi asked to see him." ”

"Gong Xi, why did he come to see me?" The class was quite surprised. Shi Cao Peng, for the county Xu history, the main season sacrifice, is one of the ceremonial officials. Except for the spring and autumn festivals, they rarely meet on weekdays. Despite this, the subordinates asked to see him, and there was no reason to refuse, so he nodded and said, "Please Gong Peng enter." ”

Gong Xi is in his early forties, describing elegance, which is natural, and the appearance of the officials who preside over the sacrificial rites must conform to the image of sanctimony in people's minds. However, what Gong Xi is doing at this moment has nothing to do with morality at all.

"Duwei, this is the 'Evil Dragon's Chest' offered by the local townsman when the lower official went to Fangqu and thanked the rain master for raining nectar." Gong Xi gave a pu leaf bag with a smile on his face, and said mysteriously, "According to the local villagers, it is this monster that steals the famous mountain. The villagers were ignorant and worshiped with boys, which angered the rain master and caused a long drought without rain. Fortunately, a young wizard slashed it with a divine sword, and then fell nectar, and finally solved the great drought, and the villagers called it 'nectar golden boy'. It is said that after the incident, the golden boy of the nectar dew divided the meat of the evil dragon and sold it for a huge profit. ”

The class estimated the size and weight of the "dragon breast", and seemed to smile: "This breast is not less than ten catties, Gong Peng spent a lot of money, right?" ”

Gong Xi snorted: "All of them are dedicated to the officials, not to mention the benefits." Hehe. ”

The class situation is about the "evil dragon" or something, and he roughly knows what it is, so he laughs at this "dragon breast" and doesn't take it to heart, but he has some interest in this legendary young wizard, and is waiting to ask a few more words. At this time, a report from the servant came from outside: "My lord, the little master is back." ”

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Ten miles southeast of Shanghe City, it is Lingzhou, an important town in the north of the Han Dynasty, bordering the surging Yellow River, and looking at the towering and humble mountains (i.e., Helan Mountain) in the west. Since the founding of the Han Dynasty, it has always been an important stronghold to control Mobei.

In the north of Lingzhou City, there is a large mansion covering an area of more than ten acres and a deep courtyard and a wide courtyard, which is the mansion of Shanghe Nongduwei. This was originally the private residence of a wealthy local merchant, and he bought it after he became the lieutenant of Shanghe Nong. However, because the Nongdu Governor's Office is located in Shanghe City, the weekday work and accommodation are all in the city, and only on the day of rest (the officials of the Han Dynasty have a rest every five days) will they return to the Lingzhou Mansion. Therefore, if there is a large house, there are only a few wives and concubines, young maids and maidservants, and servants and families, but only forty or fifty people.

Today is not a holiday, but when the daughter of the moon returns, the class situation is somewhat reassuring, so she naturally wants to go back to the house. Anyway, it won't be far back and forth, as long as you enter the city early the next day.

As soon as the "Zhu Qi Liangyi" chariot of the 2,000-stone high-ranking officials arrived in front of the mansion, the servant who answered the door greeted him with surprise: "The master is back!" Today is not a day off...... Ah, the mistress and the little master must be overjoyed! ”

The class stepped on the pedal laid by the waiter and got out of the car, and said in a rambling voice: "Where is Yuan Jun?" ”

The servant said respectfully: "The little master is painting in the backyard. ”

"Painting?" The class is smiling, other people's daughters are spinning and weaving to make female red, but their own daughter is good, dancing and writing, and painting, straight as a gentleman.

"Don't alarm Madame." The class only explained one sentence and went straight to the backyard.

The pavilions and pavilions in the backyard, the twists and turns back to the outline, the small bridge and flowing water, the flowers and trees are also quite elegant. This scenery is mostly arranged by the owner in front of the house, and it is obviously a bit elegant.

Walking along the path, a corner of the green eaves is revealed among the flowers and trees, which is where the daughter's library is located.

When the class walked into the courtyard, he saw his daughter's personal maid Ping'er, holding a bowl of blackened turbid water, stepping out of the threshold.

When Ping'er saw him, her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to scream, but when she saw that her master made a silent gesture, she immediately closed her mouth obediently.

Under Ping'er's service, the class took off his thick shoes at the entrance, entered with socks on, and stepped on the mat quietly.

The room is open on three sides, the green yarn is draped, the summer breeze blows, the yarn dances lightly, and the room suddenly becomes smart and graceful. The room is elegantly furnished and simple, with only one case, one seat, one ink, and one silk scroll.

At this moment, there is a white dress like snow, a long skirt on the ground, like a girl in full bloom of white lotus, quietly kneeling on the green iris mat. The delicate body curves like tender buds, and the slender jade fingers holding the pen are crystal clear and soft, reflecting the mutton fat jade pen tube in the hand.

On the table in front of the girl, a roll of plain white silk silk is spread out, and the ink color on it is thick or light, outlining a grand scene of mountains and forests, fields, firmaments, and life. And in the center of the picture, there is a clay platform, on which a young man with a shadow and a shadow is elegant, stepping on a huge head, with a sword inserted into seven inches, roaring proudly.

Its fashion is not suitable for writing and painting paper, and it is difficult for non-rich people to bear it when they are painted on silk. As the No. 1 wealthy family in the Northwest, the Ban family naturally has no worries about this.

"Yuanjun, is this what you have seen and heard on this trip?"

A sudden voice broke out behind him, and Ban Yuanjun was shocked, and with a single stroke, a good painting had an extra cloud of extremely discordant ink.

"Ahh When will the adults return home? The daughter was rude. Ban Yuanjun hurriedly put the pen tube aside, touched the ground with both hands, and knelt down.

Ban Guo smiled and stretched out his hand to help, his eyes turned to the picture scroll, thoughtful.

Ban Yuanjun looked up at his father's face and said softly: "My daughter's trip is the most shocking thing, so it is like this." ”

The class was slightly surprised: "In this way, the rumored 'nectar golden boy' is true?" ”

The corners of Ban Yuanjun's mouth smiled, and he was cute and cute: "The one who slays the monster is indeed him; As soon as the monster is removed, nectar falls from the sky, and its merit is also in him; It was also him who rescued the boy who was sacrificed by the ignorant villagers...... When her daughter returned from Sanshui that day, she mentioned to the adults a knowledgeable young man Langjun - it was him. ”

"Oh, I see." The class situation is groaning and thoughtful. leaned less, and said slowly, "Such a talent, you might as well see ...... at first sight."

Ban Yuanjun lowered his head slightly, and a smile curled into the corner of his mouth.

"Now that you have returned home, during this time, you will run less and spend more time with your grandmother."

"Yes, follow your lordship's orders."

When he was about to go out, he turned his eyes to the stain on the picture and said apologetically: "It's a pity that it's a good painting." ”

Looking at the back of his father's departure, Ban Yuanjun smiled, stretched out his wrist like Xuehao, picked up the brush with his slender jade fingers, and lightly added a few strokes to the ink stain, and a mighty dragon head that traveled clouds and rain jumped on the paper.

The rabbit is draped, and the dragon scales flash.

The ink is swayed and turns into a little nectar.

What a picture of a sword slashing a giant python, a dragon cloth rain!