I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 32 Changes in Shiyang County

After resting in the alley for a while, Song Mu finally felt some strength, so he stood up and prepared to go home, and Li Mo'er followed behind.

"What are you going to do with those people? Don't you report to the officials?"

Song Mu asked, meaning, of course, that he was a member of the Demon Cult in the family just now.

"Qing Tianwei will handle it with full authority, so don't worry about this matter, young master."

"I..." Song Mu paused, and then he was relieved.

It seems that after knowing that she has the power of thought, Li Mo'er's attitude towards herself has changed a lot. She is no longer looking down on the world, but in order to show her closeness and kindness, the other party's tone of voice has become a little more serious. .

In the end Song Mu sighed lightly and could only head back home.

Sometimes without strength, it is impossible to ask a question.

Song Mu murmured something in his heart, and temporarily put this matter behind him.

But when she walked halfway, Li Moer's figure suddenly disappeared. When Song Mu returned home and entered his room, he saw Li Moer already appeared on her hammock, holding a gourd and drinking happily at the moment. .

Thinking that the other party could drink two catties of vinegar a day, Song Mu didn't know what to say for a while.

Seeing that Li Mo'er didn't seem to want to communicate with him anymore, Song Mu also sat on the bed and recited the book backwards to restore the literary energy and thought power in his body.

In the evening, Song Liangda came back, and the Song family had dinner, but Song Mu got a new piece of news at the dinner table.

The city wall of Shiyang County has been suspended, it seems that it is because of the frequent occurrence of monsters this month, and the waste of people and money in the past six months,

The city had been repaired for half a year, but it was still unfinished. The master and the county magistrate jointly wrote a letter to the Jizhou prefect. The Jizhou prefect ordered the suspension of the city repairs, and sent people down to check the situation.

Song Mu frowned when he heard the news.

The emergence of monsters in the city is indeed a failure of the local officials' governance, but the construction of the city wall is not so easy.

Shiyang County is not considered to be located in an important road, but it is also at a node of shipping, so it is inevitable to widen and thicken the city wall, and Jin Changwu has almost doubled the height and thickness of the city wall in order to build a century-old foundation.

For such a huge amount of work, Jin Changwu asked the people in the county to work in turns, and the repairs were suspended during the busy farming season, and some rest time was also given for traditional festivals.

Therefore, it will take at least a year to complete such a heightening and thickening of the city wall.

The busy farming in Shiyang County has just ended in the past two months, and it is time to hurry up and build the city wall. As a result...

"Hey, in this way, I will be free again. Seeing the shutdown, I don't know if I can do it this winter."

Song Liangda had a drink, with a sad expression on his face.

The city gate caught fire, which affected the fish in the pond, the work on the city wall stopped, and Song Liangda's job was about to be lost. Although this job is not decent and easy now, it can still earn some money without having to move bricks.

Seeing the days just passed, there was no hope in the blink of an eye.

Song Liangda just sighed a few words, and then didn't say anything else, perhaps because he was afraid that Song Mu would be troubled by this matter, so he said easily that he could find other things to do at will.

What Song Mu was thinking about was not these, but about the series of things he encountered after he came to this world. Today, even Jin Changwu was affected, Song Mu only felt that the rain was about to come.

Song Mu could imagine the gloomy Jin Changwu in the county government facing this matter at the moment, but so what if he was a child.

Let the adults worry about big things.

After eating, Song Mu washed up in the side hall, returned to the room with disheveled hair, habitually looked up at the beam, but Li Mo'er had disappeared.

Song Mu shook his head. Although this little girl is not very old, she has much more to worry about than herself. However, she is also a Jinshi, so it is not her turn to worry about anything.

Song Mu sat down at the desk again, and began to recite the book.

After the recitation, Song Mu began to recite the ancient books in his head. When he felt that he had realized something, he opened today's topic, spread out the paper, and began to write.

Ever since he entered that mysterious state yesterday, Song Mu felt as if he had grasped something. Now that he picked up his pen, he really complied with the sentence that "reading through thousands of volumes, writing like a master".

Trickles of small characters kept appearing on the paper, and the speed in Song Mu's hand was getting faster and faster, the article gradually appeared, and the solution to the problem of a scripture was quickly completed.

After finishing it, Song Mu immediately felt a small amount of talent gushing out from the paper, and the literary energy poured into his body, making his already full literary energy swell a bit.

Now the cultural energy accumulated in Song Mu's body is already very large, they fill Song Mu's whole body, strengthen Song Mu's body, and keep Song Mu full of energy at all times.

However, literary energy is not as good as literary strength after all, as long as I use it to write poems and battles, I am like a balloon inflated by literary energy, and everything will be released in an instant.

These loose style of writing can't support Song Mu to write a war poem at all.

Song Mu now understands the huge difference between literary energy and literary strength. Once literary energy is condensed into literary strength, it is like gas compressed into a liquid. The volume seems to be smaller, but the stored energy is larger.

And to be a scholar is to condense literary energy into literary power, so that the power of poetry can be truly exerted.

Thinking of this, Song Mu already had a conclusion in his mind. No matter what, he would be able to truly let go of his hands to fight after being admitted as a scholar, otherwise he would be like today, almost losing his life.

If you must fight, then write original poems, then you don't need to draw out the literary energy in your body, and you can also defend against the enemy.

After simply thinking about these, Song Mu devoted himself to reading again, and whenever he felt inspired in his mind, he immediately started writing.

After finishing another scripture, Li Mo'er came back when Song Mu was writing a policy theory.

Song Mu didn't realize how she came back at first, but when he reached for the scissors to pick up the oil lamp, he saw a figure appearing in front of him.

But Song Mu just glanced at it, then immediately lowered his head and continued to write, his thoughts must not be cut off just now.

Li Mo'er seemed to be used to Song Mu's indifferent attitude, and she just stood aside and watched. She seemed to have some interest in Song Mu's article, and she kept watching Song Mu continue to write.

After about half an hour, Song Mu finally stopped writing, and his article was already full of literary energy.

Incorporating the Wenqi coefficient into his body, Song Mu stretched in satisfaction, and then raised his head to look at Li Mo'er next to him.

"Miss Mo'er, are you back?"

Li Mo'er just looked at Song Mu's article intently, and responded after a while.

"Mr. Song is really a freak. The articles written today can all be somewhat literary."

Song Mu smiled, carried the teapot and poured two cups of water, and took a small sip from one cup, while Li Mo'er said to Song Mu again.

"In addition to the classics and theories, there are also poems and prose in the college examination. Don't you write?"

"Naturally, I can write, but the focus of poetry and fu is accumulation, as well as the flourishing in the artistic conception."

Li Mo'er grinned, but immediately turned her head and spoke.

"Young master seems to have written a good Qingming poem, and now Ouyang Hong uses it like a treasure."

Song Mu paused, now he knew where Li Mo'er had gone, and Li Mo'er didn't seem to hide it, so he spoke immediately.

"There may be chaos in the city in a few days, um, Mr. Song, remember to protect yourself."

Song Mu was stunned for a moment, then laughed hoarsely.

"Does this count as caring about me?"

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