"The underworld was actually fabricated by novelists. Although this is a world of thought, it is too terrible to create an interface out of thin air, right?"

After hearing Hong Liyu tell the secret about the formation of the underworld, Su Lin couldn't help but feel shocked.

"So, Su Lin, for thousands of years, novelists have been in a sluggish state. No works that have been passed down from generation to generation were born. Any novelist who wrote new works must undergo strict review by the Temple before they can be published into a book. Otherwise, booksellers would be severely punished by the Temple's Holy Punishment Department."

Hong Liyu said to Su Lin very seriously, "And the novelist's inheritance is weak, and no genius has appeared for thousands of years."

"No! Brother Hong, why did I hear that there is a fifth-rank supervisor in the agricultural supervision of Jian'an Prefecture who is a novelist!"

Yuan Mu, who was also quietly listening to Hong Liyu's story on the side, suddenly interrupted.

"Aren't the corporate scholars all from the farmer's Confucian scholars? How could a novelist come up with a scholar?" Su Lin looked at Yuan Mu questioningly.

"I don't know this. Anyway, I had an impression of it when my uncle's house had a banquet, and it seemed that he was called Xiao Qisheng."

Yuan Mu touched his head, thought hard and said, "By the way! Didn't our court take over the tasks assigned by the Agricultural Supervision Bureau today? Maybe we can still see this novelist Xiao Qisheng!"

"That's good. I've looked at the hundreds of classics these days, but I know very little about novelists. And I just said that Li Yu was so mysterious and powerful, so I want to see it."

Su Lin said with a smile that he originally thought that novelists would be weaker than Confucian scholars in this world where ideas are supreme power. After all, novelists write stories, some even fictional ones, each article can be as long as hundreds of thousands of words, and short as thousands of words, which is very difficult. However, the poems and essays of ordinary Confucian scholars are as few as dozens of words. The more they are, they are only a few hundred words, but the thoughts contained are more concise and profound than novelists.

However, after hearing what Hong Liyu said just now, Su Lin's understanding of novelists was completely subverted. Even the underworld was created by novelists after they were fabricated and created, which was even more terrifying than "three people become tigers". It can be seen that the power that novelists can exert is definitely no worse than other Confucian scholars.

"Su Lin, a novelist today, has nothing to see. As far as I know, the highest literary position in Wu is not as high as Hanlin. Because I cannot create valuable novels, I can only help agricultural production in government offices such as the Si Agricultural Supervision."

Hong Liyu was not optimistic about the novelist Xiao Qisheng of the Si Nongjian. Instead, he looked at Lu Tong who had just walked into the classroom. He said to Su Lin, "Su Lin, I found out that Ran Shichang, who wanted to be admitted to the hospital and assassinate you, did not leave Jian'an Mansion. Instead, he stayed here and visited Fang Hui, the head of the Juren class, and Lu Tong, the head of the scholar class. I was afraid that he would use these two people to be unfavorable to you. You should be careful."

"Well! Li Yu, I know. Ran Shichang will definitely not give up. However, they are not qualified to destroy my Su Lin's thoughts. No matter what kind of insulting tricks they use, I, Su Lin, took it all, and dealt with them when they see the moves, and in the end they have no choice!"

Su Lin just now felt a hint of hostility coming from Lu Tong, but he didn't take it seriously. As long as he firmly firmly in his heart, he would not be afraid of anyone's conspiracy or tricks.

"Haha! Su Lin. You are always so confident." Hong Liyu was a little worried about Su Lin, but now after hearing Su Lin's words, he was relieved. Why bother to be wary of other people's conspiracies at all times? Let them come here boldly? As long as they are impeccable, they will not be afraid of any attack from anyone.

While speaking, all the scholars in the classroom were already here. Fang Chong, the head of the institute, walked in with two Jinshi officials from the Ministry of Agricultural Supervision and Administration Commission, and said seriously: "Students, today is the day when our Jian'an Prefecture Court assists the Ministry of Agricultural Supervision and Administration Commission in autumn. These two are from the Ministry of Agricultural Supervision and Administration Commission. You can just follow their arrangements this time."

"Yes! Head of the Fangyuan!"

The students bowed and said, Fang Chong, the head of the school, nodded, and after saying that, he left. Both juren came forward, one of them was Zhang Meng. He was about forty years old, and had a stature in his rank, with a strong body and a hot temper. Looking at the scholarly students who were less than 20 years old in the hall, he swayed and said, "You are very good! They are all the best talents in our Jian'an Mansion. However, today, since the head of the school asked you to assist our agricultural supervisor's homework, we must completely listen to our arrangements and complete the corresponding tasks."

"Who is the head of the church among you? According to the old rules, our Agricultural Supervisor handed over the rice fields to the head of the church, and the head of the church will distribute them by themselves."

Another Jinshi, the Jinshi of the Yuanjian, Wang Changsheng, also asked, and Lu Tong stood up consciously and smiled: "The two masters of the capital, Lu Tong, are the heads of the scholar class."

"Well! I recognize you, the young master of the Lu family. Take the students from the scholar class to follow us! Go out of the city! I will hand over the task to you on the way."

After Zhang Meng finished speaking, Lu Tong followed behind. The students in the entire scholar class cleaned up and followed him out of the palace. A special carriage from the Ministry of Agricultural Supervision picked them up to the farmland outside the city.

"Huh? The juren students in the juren class are going to go too?" Su Lin sat in the carriage, next to him was Hong Liyu and Yuan Mu. Looking outside the carriage, the students in the juren class, led by Fang Hui, got on the carriage one by one, obviously they had to complete the task of the juren supervisor together.

"Of course! Brother Su, the main force is the juren students in the juren class. We scholars and Tong Sheng are all just taking the lead. However, the tasks are assigned by Lu Tong, and I am afraid that he will deliberately make things difficult for us?"

Yuan Mu was sitting in the carriage and told Su Lin a little worriedly.

"What's there to make things difficult for this? Humph! If Lu Tong is really bewitched by Ran Shichang and wants to deal with me, then let me come over. Su Lin continues, let's see how he can make things difficult for me?" Su Lin said.

In another carriage, scholar Liu Shimin was sitting with Lu Tong with excitement and said, "Brother Lu, this time the mission of the Agricultural Supervision Bureau of the Ministry of Education is still assigned to the head of each class. We can take this opportunity to repair Su Lin."

"Repair Su Lin? How easy is it? Brother Liu, haven't you seen that even Xiang Tianjeal, a juren who was born after the Western Chu King, vomited blood by Su Lin's poem to control the country? Now he is just a Tongsheng and is already so powerful! How can we fix him?"

Although Lu Tong was very unhappy with Su Lin, he also clearly realized that Su Lin's talent and ability were far from something he could fight against.

"Brother Lu, isn't Su Lin a genius? He is talented and has outstanding abilities? Let's give him a chance to perform well. In this mission of the Ministry of Agricultural Supervision, you will assign him a share of scholars, ten acres of farmland, and a child who only passed the exam, how could he learn the spells of the farmer?

If Su Lin fails to complete the task, he will inevitably anger Zhang Meng, the capital of the Agricultural Supervisor. Zhang Meng is a hot temper and doesn't like those arrogant young men. As long as we add a little bit of fire to it, Zhang Meng will definitely target Su Lin. With Su Lin's arrogant and unwilling nature to bow, the two will definitely have a conflict..."

Liu Shimin poured out the bad water in his stomach. When Lu Tong heard this, he smiled happily and clapped and praised: "This method is good! I can kill people with a good way with a knife. At most, I can only say that the task is unreasonable. If the court pursues it, I will not blame me at all."

With a plan in mind, Liu Shimin secretly said happily: "As long as I deal with Su Lin, Ran Shichang promised to help me get a place to study in the Imperial College. That would be the Imperial College that is fortunate to listen to the lectures of great scholars and even semi-saints!"

Soon, the carriage stopped in a large area of ​​green farmland outside Jian'an Prefecture. The endless plain farmland had tens of thousands of acres of land, making it the most important grain production area in the entire Jian'an Prefecture.

Like other scholars, Su Lin got off the carriage and looked at the green fields that were endless. He couldn't help but sigh that in such an ancient society, he could also plant this scale, and now it is winter, but he can continue to plant crops without being affected by the natural weather.

"Brother Yuan, Li Yu, look at it, what is that huge sky curtain?"

Looking up, Su Lin saw a layer of sky emitting a faint golden light above this large paddy field, and pointed at it in surprise.

"Hmph! How could Xiao Tongsheng recognize my farmer's magic 'reversal of the four seasons'? With the help of Hanlin Wenbao, the small amount of holy power can make the climate of this farmland suitable for the growth of crops."

Zhang Meng, who had just gotten off from another carriage, heard Su Lin's exclamation, glanced at him and explained.

"This...isn't this a larger version of greenhouse planting?"

Su Lin found that it was becoming more and more interesting. The spells of the farmer actually had such an effect, which was more practical than those of other hundred schools of thought.

"Huh? Why are there farmers and people busy between the ridges of the fields? Isn't the rice planting all done by the Holy Power spell?" In addition to the lush rice seedlings, Su Lin also saw many farmers carrying hoes, sweating heavily, and working hard in the fields, and said strangely.

"That's wrong! Su Lin, although the farmer's spells can reverse the time and even encourage the growth of seedlings, the most basic farm work still depends on the farmers and the people."

Hong Liyu explained, then his eyes suddenly condensed, pointed to the center of the rice fields in front, and said to Su Lin, "Su Lin, look... there... it seems that Xiao Qisheng, the heir of the novelist, was releasing the novelist's magic!"
Chapter completed!