I heard that the officials in this county worked together and worked tirelessly to repair the county school and give the students a place to settle down. Everyone was shocked. Some old man from the village was grateful and said, "I have lived for decades and have never seen an official worker work by myself. The county magistrate, the stars in the sky, and worked tirelessly for the culture and education of this county. He is really a peerless official!"

Some people also sighed: "The top scholar is the top scholar. The county school he personally studied has different meanings. With his literary support, the students of this county will definitely achieve great results! They will never be bald again!"

A group of scholars were even more grateful. Someone said passionately: "Before the county master took office, someone spread rumors in the county, saying that the county master was gentle and charming and fortunate, not a righteous person. Today, this statement is very wrong. How can there be a top scholar in the world who is not in line with the way of a saint? The sky has eyes, and the words of slander are not worth refuting. After today, if someone says something bad about the county master, he will cut off his mat and break off his friendship, not my friend!"

Several well-informed people have previously praised the news that Ye Xingyuan was demoted, but now they are blushing. Some regret that they believe in others' words, while others are embarrassed and hide in the crowd with their heads silenced, becoming a gourd with a saw-mouthed mouth.

Ye Xingyuan was actually the first time he came to Qiongguan County School. He saw that the yard was dilapidated, half of the walls fell, and air leaked from all sides. Yesterday it was windy and rainy, and a lot of thatch on the roof was swept away, and the accumulated water was still dripping.

The county school professor took a copper basin at his feet to collect water. The sound of water drops was crisp, and it was also somewhat elegant in conjunction with the sound of reading aloud by the children.

The professor is over 30 years old, with a pretty face, tall figure, and quite literati. When the county officials came, they just stopped teaching and went up to see the courtesy, and were generous.

Ye Xingyuan knew that this man's surname was Wu, and he was from Zhushan Township, this county. He was a scholar and had a good academic background, but failed several times of the government examination. Therefore, he was discouraged and later was appreciated by Magistrate Wang and was elected as a county professor. Since then, he has worked diligently to teach and educate people, and is highly respected in the county.

He smiled and said, "Professor Wu doesn't have to be too polite. In such a humble room, you can also teach and answer questions. He is a true gentleman. I see that you have achieved cultivation of energy. If you try your best to get the subject, you will definitely be able to win the election. Today, we will come to re-ed up the county school, so you will give the students a leave."

Professor Wu said lightly: "The officials no longer regard fame and fortune as a sensation. They only hope that there will be a few students who can compete with each other. It is rare for adults to be willing to help their students. They only hope that they will not be able to do superficial skills."

The scholar spoke without hesitation, and Ye Xingyuan was choked. No wonder his bad temper was so difficult to get a test. Ye Xingyuan did have the element of showing off, and he could not help but feel a little embarrassed when he told him in one sentence, but he also knew that he was devoted to the students and was worried about delaying his studies, so he didn't blame him.

He only sighed: "How can we be careless in cultural and educational affairs? How dare I deceive my heart? I am also from a poor family, and I am so embarrassed when I study for a young man. Seeing that the county school is in ruins, I feel very moved.

He whispered softly and said, "How can you get thousands of buildings to shelter all the poor people in the world to be happy."

When the poem expresses one's aspirations, Professor Wu was finally moved by these two sentences of Ye Xingyuan and bowed and said, "It was because the official misunderstood. I heard about the famous poems of the great master for a long time. Is this couplet aphorism of a new poem? Are you lucky enough to get a glimpse of the whole picture?"

Ye Xingyuan said: "It is not considered a new poem, but an old poem that has never been listed before. It was originally a work to strengthen ambitions, so it has never appeared in front of others. Since Professor Wu wants to read it, I should record it myself, and it is just right to make an annotation for today's county school situation."

When he heard Ye Xingyuan wanted to write a poem, he would certainly make up his mind. The Qin County Magistrate held a pen and paper, Fang Dianshi held an inkstone, and Professor Wu also lowered his figure to polish ink for Ye Xingyuan.

After the ink is thick, Ye Xingyuan dipped his pen in ink and sprinkled it freely. He recorded a song "The Song of the Thatched Hut is Destroyed by the Autumn Wind".

Professor Wu read the opening two sentences: "The wind in August is roaring, and it rolls the three-fold thatch on my house." He felt sad. This situation happened every time in Qiongguan County. He often encountered such a dilemma in his own home.

I saw that "the children in the south village bullied me weak and could not help but be able to be a thief on the other side, so I openly carried the thieves into the bamboo." I couldn't help laughing and felt even more desolate. A few bunches of thatch are worth a few dollars, and the naughty boy in the village still had to pick them up. It was because the place was too poor and I couldn't afford it for three meals at night. What kind of articles and morals are there?

"The cloth quilt is as cold as iron for many years, and the sweet boy is lying on the ground and cracking. The bedside has no dry place, and the rain feet are as numb as it has not been cut off!" As soon as these four sentences came out, Professor Wu almost cried. This is almost a portrayal of his life. How could Ye Xingyuan, the young and successful top scholar, write such profound words? It seems that he had suffered when he was young.

Professor Wu is a gentleman who is poor and boasts himself, and eats and drinks, and does not change his happiness. But he does not dare to be happy without changing his happiness. He empathizes with this kind of suffering. Even if the way of a saint can give him spiritual salvation, he will still feel the pain in the real world when he dreams at midnight.

With just these few lines of poetry, Professor Wu's attitude towards Ye Xingyuan has changed. People will always be more friendly to those who have the same experience. As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together, and people are divided into groups. Professor Wu originally thought that Ye Xingyuan was proud of his spring breeze, and it was inevitable that he would be unable to stand with him in his mentality. But at this moment, he only felt that he was sympathetic and wanted to drink three cups to express his life together.

As I wrote this, the aphorism has not been released, but Professor Wu has seen it in advance and deeply admires Ye Xingyuan's mind. In this poor environment, what he is still considering is not himself, but "the poor scholars in the world". What a state of mind!

Some people in the county say that he was a lucky person, pretending to be a pretentious person, just to gild. But Professor Wu didn't believe it anymore. How could a person with such a mind be a treacherous villain?

Especially when I saw the end, "Ahhh! When will the sword suddenly appear in front of me? My house is broken and frozen to death!" Professor Wu was solemnly respectful, stepped back and bowed deeply, and bowed to Ye Xingyuan.

He said in panic: "I didn't know that the ambitions of adults were rude and that they were rude and mistrusted by others. I questioned the adults rudely, and the officials were frightened. I don't know if the adults could give this poem to the county school, so that my students in Qiongguan would not seek to be self-reliant, but to establish the ambition to help the world!"

The Qin County Chief, Fang Dianshi and others also applauded. Ye Xingyuan pushed the boat and presented the poem to the county school. After the reconstruction was completed, he erected a stone and erected a monument in the courtyard as a precept for the county school.

As soon as this poem was completed, I suddenly heard the buzzing sound in the wind. The clear light came from the sky and fell on the beams of the county school. I don’t know where I could blow a few bunches of white thatch, covering the rain leaking on the roof, and repaired it myself!

The Qin County Magistrate was overjoyed and shouted: "As soon as this poem was released, the humanistic spirit of our Qiongguan County study increased by 30%, and we have to give heaven a pity to repair the roof. This is the prime minister of Wenchang! All the students in the county will not thank you!"

Leading by Professor Wu, a group of scholars from the county school, led a group of scholars from the county school to kneel down and kowtow to Ye Xingyuan. All of them were filled with tears in their eyes and were surprised, and they could hardly believe that they could move their eyes.

The people outside the door were unclear, so someone explained in detail: "County schools are places where scholars gather, and the place where the county has the most concentrated cultural atmosphere. With the secrets of saints, they can protect the people of the whole county, make the young man clear-headed and the old man not foolish and blind.

This county’s original teaching was weak, and the literary spirit of this county could only be located in a corner, without much blessing. Today, if you get a poem from the county, you can get the literary spirit of heaven. In the future, not only will the scholars in this county improve their knowledge, but also ordinary people will gain more benefits, let alone affect the breeding of the vitality of heaven and earth. This is truly a supreme merit!"

Ye Xingyuan was also a surprise. Poetry is a path, and he didn't care much about it on weekdays, and often threw out a lot of famous quotes. But now he has obtained an official position and Mu Guardian, and his every word and action is in line with Tianji. He happened to write this song "The Song of the Thatched Hut Destroyed by the Autumn Wind" in the ruined county school, which inspired Tianji and showed a strange phenomenon.

It’s okay to strengthen the literary spirit. This is the merit of cultural education. I have never heard of it before. It is clearly his poem that is in line with the right path of the saint and has been commended by the secret of heaven.

In this way, Ye Xingyuan's position among scholars in the county was unshakable. Today's show started, and he achieved such great results.

The Qin County Magistrate was so impressed that he thought that Ye Xingyuan would not be aimless. Today, he would have to repair the county school by himself. Unexpectedly, this surprise was just starting. This poem alone was enough to leave names on the county annals, not to mention how much work it saved!

His eyes turned, and he came up with his mind. He hurried to Ye Xingyuan and smiled, "The great master's poem has reached its peak, and he can actually use poetry to trigger the strange phenomena of heaven and earth, which is almost a magical power. Now that the roof has been repaired, it is better for the great master to write two more songs "The walls are knocked down by livestock" and "The beams and pillars are decaying by borers". Maybe Tianji is happy and even the walls and yards are repaired and painted, wouldn't it be nice?"

Ye Xingyuan laughed loudly, knowing that the Qin County Magistrate was just trying to make fun of it, "You are humorous. My official has been exhausted and cannot be sustained. These two songs cannot be made. Why don't you guys try it together?"

The Qin County Magistrate, Fang Dianshi and Professor Wu shook their heads together, and said with a wry smile: "You are a very human being, how can you compare with us? At most we can write a few wrong poems that praise you, thinking that you are showing your reputation."

It would be impossible to expect Tianji to complete the county school in one fell swoop. Everyone told some jokes, and saw the natural wonders with their own eyes, and their morale was greatly boosted. The small officials who originally planned to work but not work hard also cheered up and did not dare to neglect them any longer.

So the officials of He County, together with the officials, cut wood and bricks, began to repair the house.

The outer wall was easy to get through. Ye Xingyuan asked someone to carry a few loads of yellow sand, bought stones, applied mud, and built them roughly. In the future, it would be brand new.

The main hall has a relatively large workload, mainly because the beams are broken by insects, and the wooden pillars on all sides have been damaged and full of holes. This general repair is not possible. The beams and pillars must be replaced to ensure safety for a period of time.
Chapter completed!