The person who walked out of the gate wore a turban, dressed in a moon-white Confucian robe, about forty years old, and three locks of black beard fluttering, looking very elegant.

Mother Chen saw that she had attracted the owner here, and hurriedly confessed: "The little woman's family is sheltering from the rain here, disturbing the big officials, please forgive me!"

"It's okay, just now is the phrase that your little boy recited?"

"Exactly!"

The elegant middle-aged man turned his head to look at Tan Guohua, and saw that he was thin, but his face was very delicate, especially those eyes seemed to be able to speak, "Who made the words just now?"

casually reciting the first word was found flawed, Tan Guohua was a little embarrassed, it would be better to do less such things in the future, fortunately, his brain turned quickly, "I listened to a person named Liu Sanbian chanting, and the next que is: I can't bear to climb high and far, look at my hometown, and it's hard to return." Sigh the traces of the years, what is the bitter drowning? I want to be a beautiful woman, look at the makeup building, miss a few times, and return to the boat in the sky. Fight to know me, leaning on the railing, and contemplating!"

After listening to the recitation, the middle-aged man praised again and again, "Good words, good words, people who can write such wonderful sentences are by no means ordinary people, do you know where this master named Liu Sanbian lives?"

Of course, Tan Guohua will not say that you will be able to see it in a hundred and ten years, "We have an immortal temple, and it was in that ruined temple that we met, as for where he lives now, the kid really doesn't know!"

"That's a pity!" the middle-aged man couldn't help but choke.

The two sides chatted for a while, the rain became heavier and heavier without stopping, a family of three was a little anxious, if the rain kept stopping, I am afraid that I would have to live in the county tonight, and the cost of accommodation is a lot of expenses.

At this time, an old man who looked like a housekeeper brought a stool, and the middle-aged man sat down and said, "Where is your home?"

"The little woman's house is in Chenjia Village, fifteen miles north of the city!"

"But you're worried that you won't be able to go back tonight?"

"Just as the official said!"

The middle-aged man stroked his beard and smiled: "Seeing that Ling Gongzi is also a scholar, if I can answer the question, I will let you borrow it at my house for a night, how about it?"

Chen's mother looked embarrassed, "Hua'er has only been literate for two months, and there is no one to teach her, how can she be worthy of the big official examination?"

"Oh, only two months of literacy?" The middle-aged man couldn't help but be surprised, through the chat just now, he had already concluded that Tan Guohua was a real reader, and it was impossible for a naughty boy who only knew two months of words to talk like this.

"It's true that the kid has only been reading books for two months, and he has no other specialties except for a better memory!"

"What books do you read?"

"A Thousand Words and Analects!"

"How many Analects can you memorize?"

"I can just memorize it, but I don't know some words!"

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, it took him more than a year to memorize the Analects from literacy, if the little guy who was only literate for two months in front of him could memorize the Analects, wouldn't he be a genius boy?

"If you have nothing to do, you can memorize it and I'll listen to it, if you memorize it well, today is not only for you to stay overnight, but I also have dinner!"

Hearing that there is such a good thing, of course Tan Guohua will not refuse, so he began to recite from "Zi said, learn and learn it, it is not pleasant", there is almost no pause in the middle, with the knowledge of middle-aged people, he can hear a few mistakes, but a little thought is clear, those mistakes are all rare words.

When he finished reciting, he asked, "Do you know what it means?"

"I don't know!"

The middle-aged man nodded, if he only read the book for two months and could even comprehend the meaning of what the saint wanted to express, then he was not a genius, but a demon!

At this point, he has given birth to a heart of love, "What is your name, are you willing to enter my door?"

"Sir is..."

Without waiting for the middle-aged man to reply, the old man next to him said proudly: "My master is a generation of Confucian Cui Cheng~"

Tan Guohua's memory is extraordinary, and he immediately thought of a person mentioned by Pang Yuan, who seemed to be calling this name, and said that this was too coincidental, but after thinking about it, the small county town is no more than four streets, and it is not an exaggeration to meet by fate.

Being able to worship under the door of a great Confucian is in line with his plan for his future, but what should Chen's mother do? The Chen family, which has just improved, is bound to fall into a predicament again because of his departure, and people can't help but talk about their conscience, so they simply refused: "Thank you Mr. for your love, my mother's legs and feet are inconvenient, and the family is poor, so it is inconvenient to follow Mr.

Chen's mother didn't stop her, everyone has selfish intentions, of course she is no exception, she finally had a son again, she didn't want her son to leave.

Cui Cheng also has his own pride, so he no longer insists on it, but he still fulfills his promise, asks the old housekeeper Cui Si to arrange a place to live, and books food from the restaurant.

Although he did not have an apprenticeship, Tan Guohua did not intend to give up the opportunity to ask for advice from masters, Cui Cheng had a heart for talent, and of course he did not hesitate to give advice.

At dusk, the rain finally stopped, the sky was still overcast, and there was no need for a family of three to go home on a muddy starry night.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is not a moon view, but there is also a lantern festival, Cui Cheng, as a great Confucian who lives here, was invited by Wang County.

"Brother Hua, would you like to go to the Lantern Festival with me?"

Tan Guohua turned his head to ask Chen's mother for advice, "Go ahead, everything is subject to Mr.'s arrangement, don't let Mr. be embarrassed!"

Under the guidance of the officials, Cui Cheng and Tan Guohua, who temporarily served as a scholar, came to the county office.

On the street in front of the Yamen, a group of officials and merchants are arranging various lanterns, and many people are already lingering in front of the lanterns, adding a lot of festive atmosphere to this Mid-Autumn Festival without moonlight.

Wang Xianling is a middle-aged man who is not tall, with a strong figure and a cake face, the most eye-catching thing is the pair of fierce knife eyebrows, not like a literati but more like a martial artist.

The two sides have finished greeting and entered the courtyard of the county government, where four tables of banquets were placed, and all the people present were county squires and celebrities.

After taking a seat, Wang Xianling first said some officialdom clichés, and then changed the conversation and talked about this year's autumn tax, Tan Guohua guessed that what kind of lantern festival this county master is doing, I am afraid that the real purpose is in this autumn tax.

Sure enough, after three rounds of wine and five flavors, the county lord said that the state affairs were difficult, and the former enemy urgently needed a large amount of grain support, and asked these squires to actively raise more food and salary while helping him complete the autumn tax collection.

Whose food didn't fly out of thin air, and those squires were not good people, but the current situation was stronger than people, and under the coercion and temptation of the Wang County Order, everyone had to sign an alliance under the city, and the county lord who had to taste his wish laughed.

At this time, a crackling sound sounded, and gunpowder smoke drifted in from the gate, Tan Guohua knew that someone had lit the firecracker, it was not strange that there was gunpowder in this era, but the power of the firecracker was too small.

The sound of firecrackers means that the lantern festival has officially begun.

Wang Xianling left the banquet and walked on the street full of bright lights accompanied by everyone, "Mr. Cui is talented, why don't you write a poem to show today's festival lantern festival!"

Cui Cheng thought for a moment and said: "Half a day of autumn rain washes the blue sky, the scenery of autumn oranges is clear, no wonder the tulle covers the sky, there is a long street full of stars!"

"Haha, it's a long street full of stars, and the county order doesn't have Mr. Cui's literary talent, so there will be a lantern riddle for everyone to guess, and there will be a prize if you guess it!"

All the squires should drink one after another, please ask the county to solve the mystery!

"No one listened to Zhongni's lobbying, and the seedlings were killed in the fire; half of the steamed bun had a heart-to-heart dispute, and the oak wood was the murder of firewood, which was a four-word puzzle!"

Four words, as long as you connect with today's day, it is not difficult to guess what these four words are, although there are colorful heads, Tan Guohua does not plan to be in the limelight.

After a while, someone said the riddle "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!"

"Haha, yes, I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival, come and see it!"

"Thank you county!" The man took the red silk wrapping thing, weighed the weight, estimated that it was the usual money, and couldn't help but show joy on his face.

With the precedent, everyone no longer thought that the county magistrate would dig a pit for them to jump, so they chanted poems to guess the lantern riddles, and the atmosphere became lively.

Cui Cheng knows very well that his main responsibility is to throw bricks and lead the way, and when the goal is achieved, he will not speak more, and Tan Guohua is of course not qualified to speak.

The street in front of the county government was no longer than a mile, and soon it came to an end, Wang Xian Ling suddenly pointed to a certain place on the city wall and sighed, and the squire who guessed the words Happy Mid-Autumn Festival asked, "Why do you sigh?"

"You see that the city wall is damaged, and the county has no money to repair it, if there are Northern Han thieves and Khitan barbarians, what should I do?"

"This..."

Everyone is not stupid, they immediately guessed the purpose of this county lord to lead everyone here, it turned out that he wanted to raise money to repair the city, just now they had a blood, this time no one will speak again.

The atmosphere was extremely embarrassing, Wang Xian Ling's cake face looked very vicious under the reflection of the light, his eyes swept at everyone, as if he wanted to choose someone to eat, these people unconsciously got closer, and fought against his coercion with the momentum of everyone.

At this time, someone is needed to ease the atmosphere on both sides, and Cui Cheng, who has no interests on either side, has become the best candidate, and in fact, he was invited to play this role.

"Ahem, of course the city wall needs to be repaired, but now that the autumn harvest is imminent, it is also a little difficult to transfer people, so it is better to discuss it after the autumn harvest!"

"Alas, Mr. Cui doesn't know, there has been news recently that the Northern Han Dynasty has built some warships, and colluded with the Khitans, and it is enough to threaten our Huangchi County and even Bianliang through the waterway, so it is so urgent!"

Cui Cheng turned his head to those squires and said, "You have also heard that if the enemy invades the city, you will also suffer huge losses, and Lord Wang is also thinking about you!"

"Of course we know that repairing the city is very important, but this city has been repaired again and again, and it costs our hard-earned money, so it's better to ...... than this," said an old man who was promoted, the last sentence was only half said, but everyone understood what he meant: the enemy is coming, it is better to abandon the city directly, your Wang County Commander has the responsibility of defending the city, we don't!

As soon as these words came out, even Wang Xianling was speechless, the Central Plains was chaotic for a hundred years, the regime changed frequently, you sang and I appeared, each regime is long and beautiful for more than ten years, and the short one only exists for two or three years, as the so-called iron battalion and flowing soldiers, relatively speaking, these local gentry are the battalions, and they are the people in power are soldiers, and it is absolutely impossible to expect the local squires to serve wholeheartedly.

Cui Cheng knew this reason even more, so he could only sigh deeply, and the scene fell silent again, everyone felt very depressed, but they didn't know how to end it.

Tan Guohua yawned, if this world evolved according to his original time and space, of course he knew the direction of the future, but he couldn't say it, all of this was not something that he, a "young man", could participate in.

Suddenly, everyone felt that the ground was shaking slightly, Wang Xianling's face changed, and he lay on the ground and listened attentively regardless of his identity, "A large number of cavalry are coming, quickly beat the gong, pay attention to vigilance~"

A rapid gong sounded, and the garrison in the city moved when they heard the wind, and everyone had already experienced the war, so it did not cause much panic.

Wang Xian Ling took the lead in going to the city, the lantern ball torches lit up the night sky, after a tea time, the black horse team outside the city arrived, some of these people wore pigtails, and some of them had long fox tails pinned to their armor, which was the dress of the Khitan cavalry.

"It's the Khitan barbarians, everyone is ready to meet the enemy!"

Five hundred defenders went up to the city, and a lieutenant commanded the archers and shieldmen in echelons, while the others carried ash bottles, stones, and other defensive items.

The Khitan army under the city, roaring and screaming, a team of brawling horses galloped, and after a while, the arrows were like locusts, and the shield bearers in the city raised their shields to resist the rain of arrows.

What is rendered in the novel and what he has experienced is completely different, Tan Guohua did not have blood in his blood because of the fierce collision of siege and defense, only the fear of killing, if he didn't have an adult heart, he would have been scared by that kind of scene a long time ago.