Surin has gone to the field!

The genius case leader Tong gave birth to the field and cut rice like a farmer!

Almost all the students of the prefectural academy came over as if they were watching the excitement. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info have everything to say, some of them were very respectful and worshipful of Su Lin before, and now they can't wait to be far away from Su Lin, and they don't want to have anything to do with it.

"What's going on over there, why are all the students in the palace surrounding?"

Si Nong, the chief Si Nong, and the novelist Xiao Qisheng, a scholar and scholar with a scholarly degree, frowned slightly when he saw this, and asked.

"Dasi Nong, it seems...... A boy from the government said that he wanted to cut 50 acres of rice and then couldn't complete the task, so he was punished by Governor Zhang Meng to work with the farmer!" Governor Wang Changsheng replied.

"Tong Sheng? The children of the Mansion have such a big tone? Fifty acres? Ordinary Xiucai is qualified to cut ten acres of rice, and a mere child dares to say that he can cut fifty acres of rice? No wonder Zhang Meng's temper will punish him heavily!"

Xiao Qisheng shook his head and smiled, "But Zhang Meng's temper also has to be changed, he beat the twelve sons of the Qin family a few months ago, if I didn't come forward, the people of the Qin family would definitely not give up easily." The students of the palace are all from backgrounds, and I don't know whose son-in-law I got into trouble this time. ”

"Go back to Da Si Nong! It seems to be Su Lin, the thirteenth son of the Su family, and ...... Su Lin is not an ordinary child, some time ago, the two poems of Zhenguo "Touching the Fish" and "Summer Quatrain" published in "Shengwen" were written by him. Wang Changsheng replied truthfully.

"Oh?' ask what the love of the world is, and teach life and death to make a promise. And 'so far, thinking of Xiang Yu, refusing to cross Jiangdong', such famous sentences that can be passed down through the ages, were all written by him?"

As soon as he heard that it was Su Lin, Xiao Qisheng's eyes showed a fine light, the light of wisdom of love and curiosity, his eyes rolled, and then he immediately put the Wenbao in hand into his sleeve, turned around and walked over there, and said to Wang Changsheng, "Let's go over and have a look!"

"Oh, Brother Su, what are you doing? Come on, why are you squatting in the paddy field? You don't need to give up on yourself?" Yuan Du was anxious and called out to Su Lin loudly.

Su Lin had his back to the edge of the field, so in Yuan Dui's opinion, after Su Lin had cut a few ears of rice, he squatted in the paddy field, not knowing what he was doing.

"Brother Yuan, no! look...... Surin seems to ...... It's like writing poetry...... I'm going to check ......."

Hong Liyu's heart suddenly moved, and then he rushed down the paddy field without thinking about it, not caring about the sludge stuck to his feet and clothes.

"Brother Hong, how can you ......" Yuan Du wanted to stop Hong Liyu, but he didn't catch her, so he watched Hong Liyu a beautiful man, trampling on the sludge paddy field.

"Someone is in the field again!"

"Huh, isn't that Hong Liyu who climbed the hundred ladders to enter the mansion a few days ago?"

"What a beautiful boy, why was he also punished from the field?"

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Hong Liyu's handsome face swept through the paddy fields, like a beautiful landscape, attracting the attention of more students in the academy. And those farmers who worked were also stunned, how could such a handsome and elegant son step on the muddy paddy fields like these rough people?

"Haha! Hong Liyu also went to the field, Yuan Dui, how many of you still don't admit punishment......? Do you want Governor Zhang to use it?"

Seeing that even Hong Liyu had gone down to the field, Lu Tong laughed, and the thoughts in his wisdom were more accessible. In his opinion, this is equivalent to defeating the two geniuses of Su Lin and Hong Liyu one after another. Although it was not in terms of ideology and talent, it did not affect his vanity and self-confidence.

"Lu Tong, what are you proud of? Brother Hong said, Brother Su is composing poems in the field...... I'll go down to the field, and I'll go see Brother Su's earth-shattering masterpiece too!"

As soon as he was angry, Yuan Duan also felt that he and Su Lin and Hong Liyu should share the hardships, since both of them had already gone to the field, it was just some sludge, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, he also went to the field.

"Write poetry, what are you kidding, what kind of good poetry can you make on the sludge of that paddy field...... If he could write the agricultural poems of Mingzhou or Zhenguo, he should have written them just now, and he would not have failed to complete the task!" Lu Tong said with great disdain, and the students around him also felt that it was ridiculous to write poems on the sludge.

"Someone has gone down to the field again? Huh? Another child, Yuan Dui with Na Su Lin and Hong Liyu? Hey, why do these three people so little cherish their reputation as Confucian scholars?"

"That's right, if in the future, even if both of them are promoted to the Jinshi, when someone mentions today's humiliation, how can they maintain the demeanor of a Confucian scholar?"

"It seems that Hong Liyu said that Su Lin was composing poems in the field...... But what he was holding in his hand was ...... It looks like a rice stalk, right?"

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Seeing Hong Liyu and Yuan Dui going down to the field one after another, the students of the mansion became even more lively and discussed. In their opinion, this kind of sludge-ridden paddy field has nothing to do with Confucian scholars all their lives. They only came here for the task of the agricultural supervisor, to use the farmer's holy power spell in a clean place on the ridge.

As for such vulgar things as harvesting in the fields, they were all done by farmers dressed in linen and coarse cloth. It would be unimaginable and humiliating for these Confucian scholars to get their feet into the mud of the paddy field by themselves.

"Governor Zhang, what's going on? Why didn't the students of the Mansion Courtyard seriously cast the Holy Power Spell and complete the task, but instead all gathered here?"

Xiao Qisheng, the chief farmer, walked over and questioned Governor Zhang Mengdao.

"Da Si Nong, this ...... Because those children could not complete the task, and they behaved arrogantly. The lower officials will punish them to go to the fields and work with the farmers!" replied Zhang Meng.

"He's Surin, what is he doing there?"

Xiao Qisheng, the great farmer, squinted his eyes and stared at Su Lin, who was holding a rice stalk in the paddy field, and looked over curiously.

"Great Si Nong, it seems to ...... Nasurin writes poems on the sludge. Zhang Meng replied respectfully.

"Holding the rice stalk and composing poems on the sludge, is it a little interesting......"

Xiao Qisheng smiled a little playfully, but before he finished speaking, Su Lin's "Compassion for Nong" had already been completed, and the rice stalk in his hand slowly brought up the word "Compassion for Nong" in the title of this poem, and suddenly, a golden light of holy power rose to the sky, connecting to the Great Wall of Holy Power hundreds of miles away, and there was a bang, and even the ground shook slightly, and the momentum was very huge.

"Poetry...... Zhenguo ...... Zhenguo's poems ......"

"That Surin...... I really wrote a poem about Zhenguo in the field......"

"What did he write it in? Oh my God, you see, he's holding a rice stalk in his hand!"

"With a rice stalk, a poem was written on the sludge......? It's appalling!"

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The students of the mansion who were still laughing at Su Lin were all stunned. The momentum of Zhenguo's poetry really rose from this sludge, and it seemed to be more shocking and vast than ordinary Zhenguo poetry.

In the middle of the air, the Shennong Clan's holy statue also buzzed, and it was obviously Su Lin's Zhenguo poems that resonated with the holy icon. A huge golden holy power light curtain, centered on Su Lin's location, quickly spread out towards thousands of acres of fertile land in all directions.

10,000 acres

10,000 acres of paddy fields!

All covered in a golden curtain of holy power!

All the ears of rice unexpectedly hung down in unison, and then they were broken from the roots and lifted by a pulling force, and all of them were gathered on the ridges of each acre of land.

What kind of earth-shattering poem did he write, so that such a dead thing as the ear of rice could be moved and folded to the ground......

Xiao Qisheng, who was originally a very calm big Si Nong, couldn't hide the shocked expression on his face at this time, and couldn't help but exclaim, and at the same time, he didn't care about his identity as a big Si Nong at all, and he was eager to see Su Lin's Zhenguo poem, and he didn't hesitate to go down to the field with dirty water, and wanted to rush to Su Lin's front and carefully look at this Zhenguo poem that can make the rice ears fold themselves.

"Zhenguo's poems! Let the ears of rice fold themselves...... Look, even the big Si Nong has gone to the field......"

"This ...... Da Si Nong is a scholar, and he even stepped on the sludge......

Su Lin is just a child, and a poem he wrote actually made thousands of acres of fertile land fold by ears...... I'm afraid this can only be done by Hallym University scholars, right?"

"Some scholars of Hallym University can't write one poem in their lifetime! Su Lin is the third poem this month? It's terrible! Such a genius ......."

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"No way! No way! he ...... He actually made Zhenguo's agricultural poems......" Since the holy power golden light caused by the Zhenguo poems, Lu Tong was stunned, sat on the ground, and said in a daze. And in his Zhihai, the clouds of negative thoughts that had already dispersed immediately returned, and the black pressure oppressed his Zhihai, and the sea of thoughts seemed to stop running because of this, and his thoughts became obscure.

"I don't believe it! Brother Lu, Su Lin can't do it! Where is the poetry of Zhenguo so easy to make...... This must be an illusion...... It's me dreaming!"

Similarly, Liu Shimin, the talented Liu Shimin, who had been happily watching Su Lin's jokes, also had weak legs, originally thinking that this time would definitely bring a major ideological shadow to Su Lin, hinder his growth, and destroy his Daoji. But now, on the contrary, it once again prompted Su Lin to write a poem about Zhenguo Nong, he was afraid, completely afraid, and regretted, for the sake of a trace of jealousy at the beginning, he provoked such a powerful, terrifying and potential enemy as Su Lin, it was simply asking for his own hardship!

"Zhenguo Poetry! Zhenguo Poetry...... Or the agricultural poems of Zhenguo......"

The impatient Dasi Nong Xiao Qisheng, with his feet covered in sludge, rushed to Su Lin's face, his eyes emitted holy golden light, and he didn't look at anything, just stared at the handwriting on the sludge in front of Su Lin, and couldn't help but read it while reading.