Su Lin reached out and slowly caught the golden grain.

The small one weighed a thousand pounds. The moment it fell into Su Lin's palm, Su Lin almost couldn't hold it. Fortunately, the ideological power of the national poem "Praise the Farmer" turned into a ray of light, wrapping the golden grain, and completely dispelled the thousand pounds of force.

"This golden grain is transformed from the sacred image of Shennong! It contains... a voluntary power of farmers..."

Holding the golden grains, Su Lin closed his eyes, and the three thoughts were carefully conscious. The golden grains felt Su Lin's call to mind, and slowly floated up from the palm of his hand and flew into the wisdom hole between Su Lin's eyebrows.

It plunges into the sea of ​​Zhi, lands and takes root. The golden grains of grains are absorbed in the sea of ​​Zhi, and grows in the sea of ​​thought, and finally become a golden rice ear of thought, swaying in his sea of ​​wisdom, and exudes a dedication thought that farmers are willing to work hard and tiring for a bumper harvest of grain.

"Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs and died of poisoning! It was not for himself, but for the survival of the entire human race. This is righteousness and great benevolence!"

Su Lin Zhihai’s three thoughts kept flowing and thinking. Looking at the golden ear of grain in Zhihai, it seemed as if he saw countless hard-working farmers bringing fertile harvests and hope for survival with their hard-working hands and sweat.

"Golden grains, the heart of Shennong! You... you actually gained the ideological resonance of Shennong. It turns out that... the real farmer's thought is not to blindly pray for a good harvest, but... we should put people first, peasant people first, and human survival justice first. It turns out... I have always been astray!"

The Grand Secretary farmer Xiao Qisheng suddenly realized and shouted excitedly. Although he was inherited by a novelist, he also refined the farmer's ideas. Therefore, he was able to serve as the Grand Secretary farmer in the Jian'an Prefecture Office.

For nearly seven years in the Agricultural Supervisor of Jian'an Prefecture, Xiao Qisheng was able to write the novel story of "Shennong Tastes Hundred Herbs" with the novelist's sacred power. He summoned the holy image of Shennong, but he could not further understand Shennong's thoughts in any case.

But at this moment, after reading Su Lin's poem "Praise the Farmer" by the country, Xiao Qisheng suddenly realized. The peak literary level of the Grand Secretary actually began to loosen. The sea of ​​thought in the Zhihai all surged, forming a hundred water tornadoes, rolling all the water of thought into a high altitude, and then turned into a rain of thought and fell down.

"Haha... the idea of ​​compassion for others is also similar to the idea of ​​my novelist? Isn't the reason why novelists write fictional novels is that they are compassionate to the world, and use their ideas and wishes to create all the beautiful visions from the void?"

For a long time, novelists have been deeply feared by the temple and even the demon clan because of the "birth of the underworld". Because such power is so terrible, the novelist's power is not just a simple personal thought, but can release even a little thought through the novel and spread it widely among the people. The final gathering of the will is even enough to subvert the entire Tianren Continent.

Xiao Qisheng is one of the few descendants of novelists in the entire Tianren Continent, and he is also the literary position of the Grand Secretary, and he has not been able to make a breakthrough for a long time. It is because he did not understand the ideas and ideas of the novelist. But now, he has completely understood this level of thought, so he does not need to go to the Hanlin Academy in the temple. He can break through his thoughts and reach the literary position of the Hanlin Grand Secretary in an instant.

A hundred thought waters turned into thought rain all over the sky, Xiao Qisheng closed his eyes and felt the changes in thought at this moment with all his heart. Then a holy power peak rose up without any pause. The holy power gathered into the sea of ​​wisdom, and then condensed into the cornerstone of the mountain through the tempering of thought water droplets.

The novelist’s Holy Power Mountain is not a pen like a historian, but a holy image of characters. It is the holy image of the characters they wrote. Among Xiao Qisheng’s Wisdom, there is currently only one holy image of the character, which is the holy image of Shennong.

Therefore, if a novelist wants to become a great scholar, it is more difficult than an ordinary Confucian scholar, and he needs to collect a hundred statues of characters. However, once a novelist becomes a great scholar, it is enough to shock the world, and even the literary position of a great scholar is not weak to fight against a half-saint of a hundred schools of thought. Because a novelist is the only school of thought that can use his willpower below a semi-saint.

"Haha! Hanlin Grand Secretary's degree... I don't even have to go to the Temple Hanlin Academy... to be promoted to Hanlin Grand Secretary..."

Opening his eyes, Xiao Qisheng laughed loudly, then threw out Wenbao's brush and ink, without any accumulation or thinking, he lifted his pen and wrote a story novel "Shennong Tastes Hundred Herbs" very smoothly.

Wow...

Countless golden characters of holy power gathered the will of heaven and earth to Shennong, and once again condensed a more magnificent statue of Shennong in the air.

"Hurry...Look! It was Xiao Qisheng, the Grand Secretary, who actually broke through on the spot at this time and reached the position of Hanlin Grand Secretary, and summoned the Shennong statue again!"

"Don't the Shennong's Holy Image, Xiao Dasi Nong can summon it every seven days? Moreover, it takes several hours of preparation every time! Why did this time, it was summoned again so quickly?"

"The literary status of the Hanlin Grand Secretary is different. This statue of Shennong seems to be larger and sacred than the previous one..."

...

Everyone looked up at the statue of Shennong, and felt that the light was shining, making people unable to open their eyes. The light shone on ten thousand acres of paddy fields. The rice poles that had been harvested and were about to be dried up actually pulled out the tender green rice seedlings.

"Look! Paddy fields...Seedlings have grown again in the paddy fields..."

"How could the rice fields that have just been harvested have grown again so quickly?"

...

The students in the palace were amazed, and the honest peasants and common people all shouted that Shennong showed their power, folded their hands and kowtowed to the Shennong statue and kowtowed.

At this time, Su Lin also fully understood and absorbed Shennong's thoughts of compassion, opened his eyes, looked at the magical changes in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh: "This Xiao Qisheng is worthy of being a descendant of the novelist. After understanding Shennong's thoughts, he learned from other things and improved his own novelist's thoughts. When he was promoted to Hanlin, the novelist's magical powers were naturally better..."

Ten thousand acres of fertile fields are in full bloom, and countless rice seedlings have grown vigorously. At a speed visible to everyone, they have pulled out rice ears and formed a yellow Toyota rice. This time, there is no longer any protection from the holy power. All the ears of grain are hanging low and even begin to fold themselves without manual harvesting. The plump ears of rice float out of thin air and accumulate on the ridges of the field.

"Shennong tastes all herbs,

Where can the grains be abundant?

The world of hard work is particularly visible.

Only farmers can help the seedlings quickly.”

A limerick poem was written again from Xiao Qisheng's writing, and based on the previous poem, two words were added to each sentence. In an instant, the thoughts and meanings of the whole poem became different. The previous one was praying for God to give him a good harvest. But now it shows that only the hard work of farmers can be seen by God, thus bringing the abundance of grains.

Only when farmers see the seedlings thriving, they will come to fertilize and irrigate with a smile. The idea of ​​valuing agriculture is undoubtedly revealed. At the same time, after writing this limerick poem, Xiao Qisheng bowed deeply to the farmers who kneeled down to worship the statue of Shennong, with a look of shame and self-blame, and said to the farmers: "My fellow villagers, I thank everyone for the ten thousand acres of grain harvested in the second round. It is your hard work that has our living rations."

With Xiao Qisheng's lead, the Confucian officials in the Agricultural Supervision Bureau and the students in the Prefectures also realized something and bowed to the peasants and people to thank them.

"Farmers are the foundation of food, and the people are the foundation of the country. Su Lin, thank you for writing such a poem "Praise the Farmers" to the country, which made me deeply touched. I will personally write a memorial to the king, so that he can use your "Praise the Farmers" as a national policy to improve the lives and welfare of the farmers and the people, and enhance the status of the farmers and the people..."

Once again, he harvested 10,000 acres of fertile land, but Xiao Qisheng took the initiative to distribute the grain to these farmers. Then he bowed to Su Lin and thanked him.

"Xiao Dasi Agricultural is too famous. Students are just inspired by feelings. Farmers should not be treated unfairly. Su Lin is just speaking out for them."

Su Lin agreed and liked the actions taken by the Grand Secretary Xiao Qisheng from the bottom of his heart, so he also had a good impression of Xiao Qisheng, a descendant of the novelist.

"Well! I didn't believe in any genius in the past, but when I see you, Su Lin, you can understand and feel such profound thoughts with your literary position, and express them in a poem "Praise the Farmer". I really have to convince me..."

Xiao Qisheng nodded and praised Su Lin with a smile. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Your thoughts have communicated with the holy statue of Shennong. I believe that the golden grain that represents Shennong's heart has already taken root and sprouted in your wisdom. As far as I know, Shennong is the source of thought of farmers and doctors, so...Su Lin, cherish and comprehend the golden rice ears... The power of the wishes in it is not something you can control now, be careful!"

"Well! Su Lin and Xie Dasi Nong teach me! But the students are very interested in the novelist's thoughts and magic. I hope Xiao Dasi Nong can teach me..."

Su Lin nodded. Just now when he understood the idea of ​​golden rice ears, he discovered this. In addition to the ideas of farmers, there are also the ideas of doctors. But now, Su Lin finally met the few descendants of novelists in the entire Tianren Continent, so he naturally couldn't help asking Xiao Qisheng for advice curiously.

"You want to learn from a novelist?" Xiao Qisheng frowned when he heard Su Lin's request and said. (To be continued...)

ps: The first update! Today’s third update! There are two updates later!
Chapter completed!