Literati Sanctification

Chapter 419 I'm Begging for Rain

"Who will write this poem first?"

After all the piles of things were placed, there was a literati who looked around and said in a deep voice.

Hearing these words, everyone immediately glanced at each other, and saw the hesitation in each other's eyes. The poem is there, but the key is, after they write it, can they summon rain? Big problem.

For a moment, everyone fell silent, and some didn't know how to answer. At this moment, the people on the side looked anxious, but they didn't dare to say anything more.

"So, let me show my ugliness first!"

Seeing this, Zixiu on the side thought for a while, and then said, if this goes on, if no one comes out, isn't they slapping themselves in the face when they say, come here to beg for rain?This is absolutely impossible.

When the rest of the people heard this, they breathed a sigh of relief. It would be good if someone took the lead.

"Master Wu, come on!"

At this moment, the female relatives at the side looked at Zixiu and spoke directly, words full of encouragement.

When Wu Zixiu heard this, he nodded slightly at the crowd, and then his face showed a dignified look, then he walked to the table, took the ink pen, and was ready to start writing.

Heng Xiulin stood aside, looking at this scene with a serious expression on his face. If Heng Xiulin really wanted to say something, he absolutely hoped that the other party could finish writing this poem. After that, naturally there would be nothing else for him.

As for the poem, Wu Zixiu only read it a few times, and he firmly remembered it in his heart, so after a while, he wrote the poem. At this time, the literary spirit of the poem directly rose to within four inches Gao, seeing this scene, everyone was overjoyed.

If there is no Wen Qi, it means that the rain cannot be induced, and the rise of Wen Qi is the most important link.

However, after the cultural energy had finished rising, everyone raised their heads and looked at the air, but they didn't see any rain falling, and their faces froze immediately. Did this cause the rain?

"Failed."

At this time, Wu Zixiu's face also froze, and he looked at the air in an extremely ugly manner. When he saw that a drop of rain did not fall, his face immediately became ugly. After a while, he sighed slowly, and then he opened his mouth and said .

"Who will replace this time?"

Seeing this appearance, the rest of the people hesitated even more at this time. The first time they failed, what happened after that?It is estimated that the same will only fail, right?Thinking of this, everyone felt uneasy, and no one wanted to go up and lose face.

"Zixiu has tried everything, this time it's me!"

After a while, another literati saw that no one came out to write poems. After thinking about it, he gritted his teeth and said, shame on you!It's better than being huddled behind!
Thinking of this, he directly stepped forward and started to write, good rain knows the season. This poem is extremely easy to understand, but after reading it a few times, he can actually memorize it completely.

Right now, after he finished writing the poems, his literary spirit also rose immediately after rising, but when he rose to five inches, he stopped shaking, and the most important thing is that he didn't see any rain. shadow.

Seeing this situation, everyone's faces were as ugly as they were.

"Let's come down this time, I don't believe it, I can't hope that the rain will fall!"

At this time, a literati on the side also felt angry, and immediately walked out, and after saying a word, he began to write poems.

"Master Heng, why are you here?"

Heng Xiulin stood aside, watching those literati, one by one began to write poems, ready to start praying for rain, stood aside, just looked at them solemnly.

But at this moment, a soft voice did not sound from his side. Heng Xiulin was slightly taken aback when he heard the words. When he turned his head to look over, he saw Wu Biying beside him. It also brought a touch of surprise.

"I came here with all the young masters. I heard that this place is dry. I just wanted to ask for some rain, but I didn't expect Miss Wu to be here."

After Heng Xiulin thought about it, he didn't intend to hide it, so he just replied.

When Wu Biyun heard the words, he nodded immediately, knowing it, but almost forgot that the young man he picked up was actually a literati, so if he came to pray for rain with them at this moment, this matter And indeed there are.

"I don't know why Miss Wu is here?"

After Heng Xiulin finished speaking, he looked at Wu Biying with some doubts. Logically speaking, the other party was busy with the business of the store, so why did he come here at this moment.

After hearing the words, Wu Biying looked at the somewhat dry land beside her, and she didn't intend to hide anything, she just spoke directly.

"Many places here belong to the Wu family. Now that the land here has suffered disasters, I naturally want to come and have a look. If I can grow some food, I will be able to feed some people by then."

Hearing these words, Heng Xiulin realized why the other party came here, but he didn't expect that the other party was here and they all had land.

"Young Master, look, can they ask for rainwater? If they can't ask for rainwater, the time for sowing the seeds may have passed, and there will be no harvest today."

At this time, Wu Biying looked at the literati who were begging for rain, and there was a hint of nervousness in her eyes, and then she asked, this is also related to their Wu family. No.

When Heng Xiulin heard the words, he turned his head to look at those literati, opened his mouth, and didn't know how to answer. If he really wanted to say something, Heng Xiulin didn't think that the other party could really ask for rain to come down.

This is what Heng Xiulin saw after watching their poems, and then he saw that when these people wrote poems, they didn't bring their emotions into it at all.

When they wrote poems, they were thinking more about how to improve the literary spirit of the poem, but this poem was not written in this way, and the other party had completely fallen into a misunderstanding.

However, Heng Xiulin has no way to tell them this matter. These literati are all arrogant and arrogant. If Heng Xiulin said so, maybe Heng Xiulin would come forward and let him write poems Yes, they are absolutely impossible, and Heng Xiulin criticized them, saying that they can't write poetry.

With their arrogance, they will definitely ridicule him and won't listen to him.

(End of this chapter)