Su Lin is down in the fields!

The first child of the genius case gave birth to the field and cut rice like a farmer!

Almost all the students in the palace came over as if they were watching the fun. They all said anything. Some of them were very respectful and admiring Su Lin before, but now they want to have anything to do with those who are far away from Su Lin.

"What happened over there? Why did all the students in the government office surrounded me?"

Xiao Qisheng, a novelist who is a senior scholar and a literary novelist, frowned slightly when he saw this and asked.

"The Grand Minister's Farmer seems to be... a Tong Sheng from the court said that he wanted to cut 50 acres of rice and could not complete the task. He was sent off from the field to work with the farmer!" Governor Wang Changsheng bowed his hand and replied.

"Tongsheng? Tongsheng in the court has such a big tone? Fifty acres? An average scholar who cuts ten acres of rice is qualified. A mere Tongsheng dares to say that he has 50 acres of rice? No wonder Zhang Meng's temper punishes him severely!"

Xiao Qisheng shook his head and smiled, "But Zhang Meng's temper has to be changed. He beat the twelve young masters of the Qin family a few months ago. If I hadn't come forward, the Qin family would definitely not give up easily. The students in the court all have backgrounds, and this time I don't know whose young master you have messed with."

"Go back to the Grand Secretary! It seems that Su Lin, the thirteenth son of the Su family, and... Su Lin is not an ordinary child. The two poems "Shuyuer" and "Summer Quatrain" published in "Sacred Literature" were written by him some time ago." Wang Changsheng answered truthfully.

"Oh?'What is love in the world? It's just a matter of life and death.' And 'I still think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross the Yangtze River' such famous quotes that are enough to be passed down through the ages. They are all written by him?"

As soon as he heard that it was Su Lin, a shiny light appeared in Xiao Qisheng's eyes. It was Ai Caixi Cai and Curious Light of Wisdom, and his eyes turned around. Then he immediately put Wen Bao in his hand into his sleeve, turned around and walked over, and said to Wang Changsheng, "Let's go over and take a look!"

"Oh! Brother Su! What are you doing? Come up quickly! Why are you squatting in the paddy field? You don't need to give up on yourself?" Yuan Mu was anxious and called Su Lin loudly.

Su Lin turned his back to the edge of the field, so in Yuan Mu's opinion, after Su Lin cut a few crops of rice ears, he squatted in the paddy field, not knowing what he was doing.

"Brother Yuan. No! Look... Su Lin seems...it seems...it seems to be writing a poem...I'll go and take a look..."

Hong Liyu's heart suddenly moved, and then he rushed down the paddy field without thinking, not caring about the sludge stuck to his feet and clothes.

"Brother Hong, why are you..." Yuan Mu wanted to stop Hong Liyu, but he didn't catch her. He just watched Hong Liyu, a graceful handsome man, trampling in the mud paddy field.

"Someone is going down the field again!"

"Huh? Isn't that Hong Liyu who climbed the Baidao Wenzhai a few days ago and entered the palace?"

"What a beautiful and elegant young man! Why have he been sent off from the field?"

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Hong Liyu's handsome face passed through the paddy fields, like a beautiful scenery, attracting the attention of more students in the palace. The farmers who bowed and worked were also stunned. How could such a handsome and elegant young man step on the paddy fields like these rough people?

"Haha! Hong Liyu has also gone to the field. Yuan Mu, you guys still don't accept the punishment? Could it be...will Governor Zhang be strong?"

When he saw that even Hong Liyu had gone down the field, Lu Tong laughed, and his thoughts and thoughts in Zhiqiao became more clear. In his opinion, this meant that he had defeated two geniuses, Su Lin and Hong Liyu. Although it was not real in terms of thought and talent, it did not affect his vanity and self-confidence.

"Lu Tong. What are you proud of? Brother Hong said, Brother Su is writing poems in the field... If you go down the field, go down the field, and I will also go and see Brother Su's shocking work!"

After being angry, Yuan Mu also felt that he and Su Lin and Hong Liyu should share hardships. Since both of them had already gone down the field, they were just some sludge. He gritted his teeth and also drifted under the field.

"Writing poetry? What a joke? Writing poetry on the mud of the paddy field? What kind of good poetry can be made... It's just pretending! If he could write agricultural poems from Mingzhou or Zhenguo, he should have written them just now, and he wouldn't have been able to complete the task!" Lu Tong said very disdainfully, and the students of the government and courtyards around him also thought it was ridiculous to write poetry on the mud.

"Someone went to the field again? Huh? Another Tong Sheng, Yuan Mu, who was with Su Lin and Hong Liyu? Alas! Why are these three people so unwilling to cherish their reputation as a Confucian scholar?"

"That's it! If both of them were passed the imperial examination and Jinshi in the future, when someone mentioned the humiliation today, how could they maintain the style of a Confucian scholar?"

"It seems that Hong Liyu said just now that Su Lin was writing poems in the field... But what he was holding in his hand... seemed to be a rice stalk, right?"

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After seeing Hong Liyu and Yuan Mu go to the field one after another, the students in the court started to discuss even more lively. In their opinion, this kind of paddy field with sludge flowing across the country had no intersection with the Confucian scholars in their lifetime. They came here just to use the farmer's holy power magic in a clean place on the ridge of the field.

As for the vulgar things like going to the fields to harvest, they were done by farmers wearing coarse cloth. It was simply unimaginable and humiliating to let these Confucian scholars go to the fields themselves and fall into the mud of the paddy fields.

"Governor Zhang, what's going on? The students in the palace did not seriously use the holy power spell to complete the task, but instead gathered here?"

The Grand Secretary Xiao Qisheng came over and questioned the governor Zhang Mengdao.

"Grandmaster, this... because those children could not complete the task and acted arrogantly. The subordinates punished them to go down to the fields to work with the farmers!" Zhang Meng replied with his hands bowed.

"He's Su Lin? What's he doing when he squatted there?"

The Grand Manager Xiao Qisheng narrowed his eyes and stared at Su Lin, who was wiggling in the paddy fields with rice poles, and looked over curiously.

"Reported to the Grand Secretary, it seems... Su Lin wrote a poem on the sludge." Zhang Meng replied respectfully.

"Holding the rice stalk and writing poems on the sludge? It's quite interesting..."

Xiao Qisheng smiled with a little playful smile, but before he could finish his words, Su Lin's "Perfect Farmer" was completed. The rice stalk in his hand slowly raised the word "Perfect Farmer" in his poem. Suddenly, a golden light of holy power soared into the sky, connecting to the Great Wall of Holy Power hundreds of miles away. It actually made a bang, and even the ground was slightly vibrated, with a very loud momentum.

"Poetry...the country's poems..."

"Then Su Lin... really wrote a poem about governing the country in the field..."

"What did he write in? Oh my God! Look, he is holding a rice stalk!"

"Using a rice stalk, I wrote a poem about the country on the sludge? This... this is simply horrifying!"

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The students of the prefecture who were still mocking Su Lin were all stunned. The momentum of the poems in the country actually soared from the mud, and it seemed that they were more shocking and huge than the poems in the country.

In the air, the statue of Shennong was also buzzing. It was obviously Su Lin's poems that resonated with the statue. A huge golden holy power light curtain, centered on Su Lin's location, quickly spread and covered the land from all directions.

Ten thousand acres!

Ten thousand acres of paddy fields!

All covered by the golden holy power light curtain!

All the rice ears hung down at the same time, and then they broke themselves from the roots in unison, held up by a force of traction, and all gathered on the ridges of each acre of land.

"The ears of rice are folded by themselves! This is the ears of rice are folded by themselves! What kind of earth-shaking poems did he write that could actually make the dead objects like rice are moved and folded to the ground..."

Xiao Qisheng, the farmer of the Grand Secretary, could not hide his shocked expression at this time. He couldn't help but exclaim. At the same time, he didn't care about his identity as a farmer. He was eager to see Su Lin's poem about seizing the country. He also went down the field without hesitation with dirty water and rushed to Su Lin and carefully looked at this poem about seizing the country that could make the rice ears fold.

"The poems of the country are like a country! Let the rice ears be broken... Look, even the Grand Secretary has gone to the fields..."

"This... the Grand Secretary is the Grand Secretary! He actually stepped on the sludge..."

"Tong Sheng! Su Lin is not Tong Sheng. A poem he wrote actually made the rice ears of thousands of acres of fertile fields break themselves... I'm afraid that only the Hanlin Grand Secretary can do it?"

"Some Hanlin Grand Secretary can never make a poem about the country in his lifetime! Su Lin is the third poem this month? It's so terrible! Such a genius..."

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"Impossible! Impossible! He... He actually made a farming poem to keep his country..." Since the golden light of the holy power caused by the poem to keep his country, Lu Tong was stunned, sat on the ground and said in a daze. And in his sea of ​​wisdom, the cloud of negative thoughts that had already dissipated immediately made a comeback, and the black oppressed his sea of ​​wisdom, and the sea of ​​thoughts seemed to stop operating, and the thoughts became obscure.

"I don't believe it! Brother Lu, Su Lin is impossible! How can the poems in the country be so easy to make... This must be an illusion... I am dreaming!"

Similarly, the scholar Liu Shimin, who had been happily watching Su Lin's jokes, also became weak in his legs. He thought this time would definitely bring a major ideological shadow to Su Lin, hinder his growth, and destroy his foundation. But now, it once again prompted Su Lin to write a poem to control the country and farming. He was afraid, completely afraid, and regretted it. For the sake of a hint of jealousy at the time, he had aroused such a powerful, terrible and potential enemy, which was simply asking for trouble!

"Poetry in the country! Poetry in the country... is also the agricultural poem in the country..."

The impatient Grand Marshal Xiao Qisheng, his feet were covered with mud. He rushed to Su Lin, his eyes emitted a golden light of holy power. He didn't look at anything, but just stared at the handwriting on the mud in front of Su Lin, and couldn't help but read it as he looked. (To be continued...)

ps: First update!
Chapter completed!