Elder Huiren's steps were in a hurry.

As soon as he entered the conference hall, he said loudly: "Lord Qin, it's not good......

"Master Huiren, what's the matter?" Qin Shirong asked with a frown.

"Yesterday, I told Lord Qin that the Chen brothers and sisters helped transport hundreds of loads of grain over to the disaster relief camp today...... But...... Early this morning, I found out that they had all been sold by a gangster in the temple!" Elder Huiren said as he sighed.

"Is there such a thing?" Qin Shirong's face also became not very good-looking, and then said: "The current situation is not optimistic...... The number of victims is too high...... It is impossible for the earthquake grain of the imperial court to arrive so quickly......"

"I also know that these foods are important, but ...... Alas...... This scoundrel...... He shouldn't have been allowed to come with him in the first place......" Elder Huiren said with a sigh.

"Who is it?" Qin Shirong frowned and looked at Elder Huiren and asked.

"That's right...... It's Xiao Yan who wrote the pamphlet!" Elder Huiren said angrily.

"Xiao Yan, he was the one who wrote the pamphlet...... It's really hard to guess......" Qin Shirong was stunned and said slowly: "Then did he say why he did this?"

"This ...... He used all the money from the sale of rice to buy rice bran......" Elder Huiren hesitated a little.

"Rice bran? What is he...... I understand......" Qin Shirong patted the table lightly and whispered.

"But this rice bran is for animals! how can people eat it?" said Elder Huiren with some annoyance.

"I'll ask you, you're starving...... There is not even a single wild grass in a radius of 100 miles, and the bark of the tree is ...... Do you think you still have to be a human being?" or do you want to live!" Qin Shirong shook his head and continued: "Also, do you know that when our government gave porridge and even distributed grain, how many of the disaster victims who came to line up were real disaster victims? I know that more than half of them are not real disaster victims, but only large families sent people to grab grain...... Ha...... But you can't do anything about them!"

"I changed it to rice bran...... Those who come to line up must be the victims of the disaster!" Elder Huiren suddenly came to his senses.

"It's a trick...... But it's not a long-term solution......" Qin Shirong nodded and continued: "Besides, I have eaten too much rice bran...... People also have to die......"

"Alas...... What can I do?" asked Elder Huiren.

"I hope that Chen Bufan's side can achieve results, only when food prices are stabilized, the number of victims will not continue to explode...... As long as you hold on a little longer, it will be easy to say as soon as the relief food from the imperial court arrives. Qin Shirong shook his head and said.

"Well, I'm going to help Chen Daxia too......" Elder Huiren nodded hurriedly and said.

"Originally, I thought that someone who could write that kind of pamphlet must be extraordinary, but I didn't expect it...... He had an idea, but ...... Some are too pediatric...... I still lack a little bit of a big picture......" Qin Shirong said with a sigh.

"That scoundrel is still young after all, and his careful thinking will definitely not be able to enter the eyes of adults......"

When Huiren said this, he remembered what Xiao Yan had said that day.

......

"I advised him not to mess around...... Beware of mudslides......"

......

"Master Huiren, what's wrong with you?" Qin Shirong asked with concern when he saw that Elder Huiren was staying there.

"Oh...... It's okay...... If you don't mention those little things, then I'll take my leave......" Huiren said as soon as he arched his hand

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Qin Xuanxuan was on the way home, and her mood was very complicated.

The incident of "Guanyin soil" and the fact that the little girl died made her feel terrible.

The bumps in the carriage along the way made her even more uneasy.

She pursed her lips and took out the relief booklet from her bosom and read it.

She found the booklet inexplicably reassuring her.

This booklet was first read by Qin Shirong at her insistence, and therefore it was really executed.

In fact, the day she knew the results, Qin Xuanxuan was happier than anyone else.

Indirectly, she also has a share of the credit for the booklet.

In the past few days, she also asked Qin Shirong who wrote the booklet, but unfortunately Qin Shirong didn't know.

She had to borrow the original booklet, and read it several times, and the more she looked at it, the more she felt that the booklet was very well thought out, which made her more and more curious about the person who wrote the booklet.

"What kind of person can write this kind of booklet?" Qin Xuanxuan muttered quietly, and then opened the booklet again.

But...... The font of this booklet is indeed ugly......

Well?

Suddenly, a feeling of déjà vu flashed through my mind......

After a few more glances, it was as if the word had been seen there......

After all, Qin Xuanxuan is also the daughter of Shangshu Mansion, and she has participated in a lot of favorite poetry meetings of talented and beautiful people on weekdays, and she knows a lot of talented talents.

However, there is no genius whose words are so ugly.

Since she couldn't capture the memories in her mind, Qin Xuanxuan stopped thinking about it.

When she got home, Qin Xuanxuan saw that Qin Shirong was reviewing the documents, so she didn't come forward to disturb her, and quietly returned to the boudoir.

It's just that while sorting out the books, a piece of rice paper fell off the table and floated to the ground.

Qin Xuanxuan frowned slightly, and her memory was instantly awakened.

This rice paper was brought back by the maid who sent the letter to Xiao Yan.

I still remember that at that time, the maid Jiang Xiaoyue said: "This Xiao Yan is a bad monk, he thinks about drinking as a whole, and he also wrote a poem, this poem is about how to drink...... Do you say he's a monk and all he thinks about is drinking? So, miss, you can't marry him......

After that, Jiang Xiaoyue handed the rice paper to Qin Xuanxuan and said, "Now, if you don't believe it, Miss, take a look ......"

At that time, Qin Xuanxuan just glanced at it casually, just laughed it off, and put the rice paper aside.

Now that I think about it, the rice paper font is also very ugly......

"Huh?" Qin Xuanxuan frowned slightly, and wanted to pick up the rice paper to take a look, but she shook her head again.

It's impossible...... How can it be?

A breeze blew in through the window, just enough to blow the rice paper up.

Qin Xuanxuan reached out to catch it, but unexpectedly, the paper flew out of the window.

"The word ......"

It just so happened that Qin Xuanxuan's angle could see the words written on the paper......

This......

Qin Xuanxuan watched in disbelief as the rice paper floated to the ground outside the window......

"Knock knock!"

The hurried footsteps in the corridor made Qin Shirong, who was concentrating on reviewing, frown slightly.

"Xuanxuan, are you okay?"

"Dad, I'm fine. ”

Qin Xuanxuan responded, she had already run outside the house and picked up the rice paper.

Handwriting...... Exactly the same ugly ......

Did he really write it?

"Will you enter the wine, this is the poetry of Yuefu......" Qin Xuanxuan frowned slightly.

Thinking of what the maid said, the little monk only knew about drinking, and couldn't help but blush for her......

"This girl...... I have to punish her for copying some poems......" Qin Xuanxuan muttered.

But...... What she is more concerned about now is that this pamphlet turned out to be written by Xiao Yan?

And, after speculation...... Seemingly...... This Xiao Yan is her fingertip for marriage?

Thinking of this, Qin Xuanxuan's face turned red all of a sudden.

She lowered her head and continued to look at the poem on the rice paper, and read it out lightly: "You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns...... Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon. I am born to be useful, and I will come back when my daughter is gone...... The wine will be fed, and the glass will not stop ........."

"This poem...... I haven't heard of it...... "Qin Xuanxuan has been very fond of poetry since she was a child, and the poems she has read and read are no less than those Confucians.

But I've never heard such a poem......

But the verse is magnificent, and full of self-confidence, and arrogant......

Now think about the contact with Xiao Yan, this person is indeed like this......

Could it be that Xiao Yan is actually a genius? This poem was written by him?

He wrote this poem to give people a feeling of depression...... Does he want to be an official?

But at this moment, Qin Shirong's shouting in the study interrupted her train of thought: "Xuanxuan, what are you underestimating alone?"

"Oh, Daddy, I'm fine. ”

"Come in and help Daddy with ink......"

"Well, here we ......"

Qin Xuanxuan carefully folded the rice paper and put it in her arms, and then returned to the house.

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