"Liyu, I know. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info This Lu Tong must have been instigated and instructed by Ran Shichang to deal with me, so how could he miss such a good opportunity?"

Su Lin nodded and whispered back to Hong Liyu, "Since that's the case, then I'll take this task." ”

"How can that be done? Su Lin, although I believe in your talent, this is the harvest of fifty acres of farmland after all. Even for the average Xiucai student, it is not so easy. How much more about our children?"

Hong Liyu frowned and persuaded Su Lindao, "This is clearly a trap, we don't need to accept the impossible task in order to be in the limelight!"

"Don't worry, Liyu, I'm not here to show off and be prestigious. If I'm not sure, I won't say yes easily. What's more, even if I shirk this task, Lu Tong will definitely find other opportunities to attack me. It's better to be right here and completely defeat him!"

After studying the Hundred Schools of Thought these days, Su Lin's temperament has also calmed down, plus three ways of thinking about problems, mastering workarounds, and being able to control his emotions well, how can he be provoked casually?

Moreover, there are twenty-three bricks of holy power in Surin Zhihai, and eighteen of them are Zhenguo-level holy bricks, which are equivalent to the holy power of Great Confucianism. Although he didn't think about the source, Su Lin's holy power was no less than that of ordinary talents, but it was just that it was not constantly generated.

"Yes, Surin, since you have such faith, we will help you together. Although my holy power is not much, it is not worse than ordinary Xiucai. There are more than ten bricks, you have written two poems of the town and country, presumably there are at least a dozen bricks of poetry holy bricks, and there are several other children, which may not add up to the fifty acres of grain. ”

Hong Liyu is a demon clan mixed into the human race, so he is always low-key and cautious in his style. But now that he is infected by Su Lin's confident smile, he no longer restrains himself.

"Yes, Su Lin, as long as you have faith, we will support you!" Several other children also said that they would stand on Su Lin's side and use their holy power and thoughts to help Su Lin.

"Did you hear that? Lu Tong, Brother Su has already taken over this task. Don't think that just because we're just children, we underestimate our abilities. Brother Su is the first child who can write poems about the town, and he will write a poem about the town and the country casually for a while, not to mention fifty acres of farmland and grains, even a thousand acres. ”

Before Su Lin could completely express his position, Yuan Duan stepped forward and shouted at Na Lu Tong.

"Oh, then I'll wait and see, looking forward to Su Lin's Zhenguo Agricultural Poem! However, if you can't complete the task, the agricultural supervisor will be punished. You're doing it for yourselves!"

The goal has been achieved, Lu Tong designated the remaining fifty acres of farmland for Su Lin and these children, and then took his people to harvest the farmland as soon as possible.

"Yuan Duan, what did you do? Brother Su hasn't completely expressed his position just now, but you are good, you said that you died in one sentence and took over the task. Hong Liyu said to Yuan Du.

"Brother Hong, didn't Brother Su already say it just now? Moreover, in my opinion, with Brother Su's talent, even if he can't make a poem about the town's country. As long as you make a Narushu agricultural poem, it is not easy to harvest fifty acres of land?"

Yuan Du was very confident in Su Lin, and walked up to Su Lin with a smile and said, "Brother Su, let's go! Let's go harvest the ears of grain! Look at the fifty peasants and people on the ridge in front of us, they are worthy of us." As long as we harvest all the fifty acres of farmland, let's see what else Lu Tong has to say. ”

"Brother Yuan! Are you really so easy to write Zhenguo poems? And it must be an agricultural poem, or you can write a poem and take a look? Besides, we children have never learned peasant magic at all, and even if we can write agricultural poems, it will be half the effort!"

Su Lin deliberately said with an embarrassed face, and Yuan Duan's face changed when he heard it: "Brother Su, don't be joking! I've helped you talk about it, didn't you still say that you have confidence?"

"Confidence is confidence, but we don't know exactly how to do it yet. Su Lin pointed to the talented people in the distance and said, "Let's go! Let's see how the people harvest first, and then think of a way." ”

Su Lin looked up, the endless rice fields, a large area of yellow, orange and orange, tens of thousands of acres of grain ears were heavy, and a smell of rice wafted over.

The Shennong Clan Icon suspended in mid-air emitted waves of golden light of holy power, enveloping the entire 10,000 acres of farmland. All the ripe ears of grain in the farmland are under the protection of the Shennong icon. And if you want to be able to harvest these ears of grain, you must use the farmer's holy power spells and thoughts to break the protection of the Shennong Clan's holy icon, so that the sickle in the hands of ordinary farmers can be harvested.

"Surin, look...... Those who raise people, recite and write the agricultural poems in the "Book of Songs", and cooperate with the holy power spell of the peasants 'Five Grains Harvest', they can crack the protection of Shennong's icon. Let the ears of grain droop naturally, and the farmers can harvest. Otherwise, the sickle in the hands of the peasants would not have cut such stalks at all. ”

Pointing to the rice field in the distance, Hong Liyu reminded Su Lindao. Su Lin looked down, and sure enough, he found that many students were writing and reciting agricultural poems in the "Book of Songs" with a pen and ink of Wenbao.

Su Lin looked at the nearest lifter from his side, only to see that the lifter was not in a hurry, holding his breath and concentrating, holding the treasure pen of the lifter, before writing, he bowed to the sky and shouted: "The sky has eyes, pray for a good year!"

"Could it be that this person wants to write the "Zhou Song, Feng Nian" in the "Book of Songs"?"

Su Lin still remembered that he had memorized all the "Book of Songs" the day before yesterday, and now that he heard this person chanting for a good year, he was even more curious to see how the agricultural poems were used in the magic of the peasant family's holy power.

"It should be a good year! Communicate with heaven and earth through thoughts, and pray for a good year to come! Combined with the farmer's spell 'Five Grains Harvest', even without the power of Shennong's icon, with a song "Song of Zhou, Harvest Year", it is enough to ripen a large area of grain. Hong Liyu explained.

As soon as Hong Liyu's words fell, the person raised his pen and wrote out lines of Shengli golden characters: "

A good year with a lot of millet and a lot of crops,

There are also high li,

trillions and seeds.

For wine for liquor,

Ancestral Concubine.

With a hundred gifts,

Blessing Kong. ”

"Sure enough, it's "Harvest Year", you can see from the jade, there are nearly five acres of grain ears hanging down, ready to be harvested!"

The golden words of the Holy Power gathered into a golden light, and immediately covered a large area of farmland, and Su Lin counted the scale, almost five acres of land.

"The ears of grain have already hung down, why don't you hurry up and help my son harvest? If the action is slow, I can't spare you!"

After the student wrote a poem called "Harvest Year", it was clear that his holy power had been depleted, so he took a short break and reprimanded his peasants, telling them to rush into the rice fields to harvest.

"I see! Liyu, since that's the case, we can also do it. Well...... For example, if you use the agricultural poems in the "Book of Songs", a "Harvest Year" only covers five acres of land. We are just children, and I am afraid that we will not even be able to cover an acre of land by writing a poem "Harvest Year" in the same way......"

Su Lin saw the whole process of writing poems clearly, so he summoned his own children and said, "In this way, I will try to write a peasant poem, and you will write it together with my thoughts, I believe that you will understand it more deeply than using "Harvest Year", and it will be more powerful after writing. ”

"Okay, Brother Su, are you going to write a town-level agricultural poem again?" Yuan Duan became excited when he heard it, and he was the first to jump out.

"Brother Yuan, do you really think that Zhenguo's poems are cabbage? I can only try it......" Su Lin smiled, and immediately searched for the "wordless heavenly book" in his mind, but he found a lot of peasant poems.

However, most of these do not quite fit the current harvesting scenario. Moreover, Su Lin didn't plan to write too shocking poems for the time being, so he chose a song "He Shu" by the Song Dynasty poet Kong Pingzhong for a long time.

"This song "He Shu" is not very famous, but it is very appropriate. It also describes the scene of the current harvest, and it is estimated that it should be a poem at the level of Dafu. I'll use this song "Harvest Ripe" to try the farmer's holy power spell 'Harvest of Grains'......"

After careful selection, Su Lin chose this poem "He Shu", held his breath and concentrated, and Zhihai repeatedly thought about the thoughts and feelings expressed in this poem. Because only when you understand it thoroughly can you really write this poem.

"Okay! Liyu, Yuan Dui...... You follow me to write, I write a sentence, you write a sentence, and the thoughts are common to me, so that you can better understand the thoughts and feelings of this poem!"

Throwing out the end of the world, Su Lin's wisdom was opened, and the holy power and the thoughts of the three kinds of thinking poured out, and he actually learned from Mr. Cai, condensed a small holy power golden ink, held the pen and waved, the holy power dyed the ink, and the nine potentials of calligraphy were used between the square inches of the pen tip, and the holy power gold characters were written one by one.

"Hundreds of miles of west wind and millet incense, Mingquan falls into the Dou Valley.

The old cow is rough and cultivated, and the grass is lying on the slope in the sunset. ”

put pen to paper, every time Su Lin wrote a word, Hong Liyu and Yuan Wei also wrote, and at the same time communicated with Su Lin, and more deeply understood the thoughts and feelings of this "He Shu".

Six people, six of the same "He Shu", when the last golden word is closed, the Great Wall of Shengli hundreds of miles away resonates, the poem becomes a mansion, and the condensed poetry holy bricks are horizontal in front of Su Lin, Su Lin did not hesitate to mention his signature, and then with a big stroke of the pen, the thought ran to the extreme, completely released the holy power spell of the farmer, and wrote four holy power golden words:

"Abundant crops!"