Chapter 217 A poem
Chen Lin himself doesn't want to show off.
But he admires people like Wang Ruiguang.
Lao Wang usually looks like a leisurely cloud and wild crane, visiting friends everywhere to enjoy it.
Is he not doing his job properly?
No!
He can employ people.
He takes professional matters.
All of them were left to professionals like Li Chengfeng, Zhou Yuan and Chen Zhongxin.
At the critical moment, he was a literati with no power to tie a chicken.
But he is determined!
Without him and Zhou Yuan set an example.
Those rural soldiers and squads had the courage to fight, but they had no courage to fight.
What they faced was the Liao people who were timid by the regular army!
Wang Ruiguang unfortunately died in battle.
The eight thousand city defense forces were also killed and injured.
But the fierce Liao army suffered heavy losses.
They transferred all the navy troops to fight the siege.
In the end, there were not enough people to control the warship, and the losses were as heavy as that.
If Li Guangli's naval army is added, the losses of Li Guangli's navy are added.
This time, there were about 5,000 soldiers who died in Anding.
Their casualties caused more than 5,000 to the Liao army, and more wounded soldiers were injured.
This kind of record is in Chanzhou or Xiongzhou.
The imperial court's military system may not be able to fight so well.
Even if the Liao Kingdom had more Datong Basin and the Sixteen Prefectures of Youyun.
Their population is only more than 30 million.
However, the large circumference is vast and the population is nearly 100 million.
The troops in various places fought according to the casualties ratio of Anding County.
The Great Zhou was damaged and the bones were broken, and the Liao Kingdom was about to destroy the country and the seeds were destroyed.
Therefore, having a county magistrate like Wang Ruiguang who is not afraid of death is a blessing for stability.
How could Chen Lin write poems?
He just brought the right verses and gave them to the right people.
At this time, a duck's voice sounded.
“Yo?”
"Our number one talented man in the north is indeed well-deserved!"
Chen Lin looked back.
An old man with high cheekbones and sharp chin strode towards him.
Li Chengfeng hurriedly greeted.
"Oh, Songxi Gong, the situation is so chaotic now."
"Why are you here?"
Chen Lin had no impression of this goatee.
He presented a wreath, took people to bow three times in front of Wang Ruiguang's spirit, turned around and prepared to leave.
Who knew that the Songxi Duke took the initiative to come to him.
"Hey, great talent, stay, stay!"
"Let's go back to Jinxiu Tower and discuss it?"
Chen Lin suddenly felt a sense of disgust.
Are you itchy?
Now, the city is peaceful and the whole city is mourned, and all the people are mourning.
You actually want to go shopping in brothels?
Do you believe it or not?
Today, Jinxiu Building dares to open its doors and open business, so I burned it?
"Not interested!"
Chen Lin shook his sleeves and walked away.
Li Chengfeng quickly introduced.
"Chen Lin, this is Nong Jingwen of Yi County, and his nickname is Mr. Songxi."
"It is a literary master with a few Jiangbei, so it's not unreasonable!"
Of course, Old Man Li had good intentions.
He was a teacher in Anding County and was also a famous scholar in the literary world of northern China.
He knew too much about the bad habits of literati.
Some people cannot be offended easily.
Otherwise, his mouth and pen will smear you wantonly.
Chen Lin sneered.
"Old man, Chen is not interested in knowing any cats and dogs."
"In addition, please tell Jinxiulou."
"For half a month, business is not allowed."
"Otherwise, don't blame Chen for setting fire"
"Goodbye!"
Seeing that Chen Lin looked down on him.
Nong Jingwen, who has always been arrogant and has been whispering to everyone, exploded.
He yelled, pinching his goatee, jumping and yelling.
"Chen Lin, if you write two quatrains, you will be arrogant?"
"This is obviously the ending sentence of a poem."
"Poetry expresses one's aspirations!"
"If you have the ability, just recite the previous sentence?"
Chen Lin really couldn't read the whole article of "Crossing Zero Dingyang".
It's totally incompatible!
He would not change the desperate poems of the national hero Wen Tianxiang.
That is disrespect for the dead.
In order to meet the situation, he made some minor changes to the previous song "The Dragon of Water".
Afterwards, Chen Lin regretted it vaguely.
It's too much of a scattered person.
He turned around and sneered.
"Are you amazing?"
"Why should I chant you?"
"This place is here, at this time, to pay tribute to my honorary honor to Wang Ruiguang in Anding County."
"It's not the joy of your Nongsongxi writing poems and writing!"
After Chen Lin finished speaking, he raised his foot and left.
The people around him also stared at the old man with contempt.
"Hmph, I really don't know the truth."
"Did he come to the funeral? Or did he go to the Jinxiu Building of Andingguang?"
"General Dachen is right. Jinxiu Building dares to open business these days, so I will set fires."
"Yes, go together!"
...
Nong Jingwen was extremely embarrassed and even more angry.
This guy spitted and became speechless.
"Hahaha!"
"The most talented man in the North? That's all."
"You've thought about these two sentences?"
"Isn't it over to admit it?"
Chen Lin stood firm again and said calmly.
"That's right, I just thought for a few words."
"What's wrong? Are you biting me?"
"I won't finish writing. If you have the ability, please continue?"
"You can't even do it if you suffocate you."
The sad atmosphere in front of the mourning hall dispersed.
Everyone was amused by Chen Lin's words and laughed knowingly.
well!
The dead are gone!
Most of the magistrates of the kings and counties in the sky are unwilling to see them.
Everyone will always be so sad, right?
Living people always have to smile at life.
Nong Jingwen also thought about it before.
No matter how he thought of such a generous and heroic poem, he would be a dog-tailed serpent.
Just because I can't do it.
That's how he is.
The old guy's face was so angry that his face turned red.
Extremely embarrassing.
Chen Lin also made a sacrifice.
If he didn't slap such a jumping clown to death, he thought he was afraid of him.
It's buzzing like a fly all day long, which is so annoying.
"I want to listen to my poems, right?"
"I will give you a poem to express your aspirations!"
"Bamboo and stone, you can listen with your ears."
"Persist in the green mountains and do not relax, the roots are originally in the broken rocks."
"Thousands of blows are still strong, no matter how winds in the southeast, southwest and northwest!"
Everyone present was shocked.
This seven-character poem describes Chen Lin’s rise.
It's really suitable.
Even Chen Zhongxin in the wheelchair had his eyes flashed.
Perhaps, I am also a wisp of the winds in the southeast, southwest and northwest?
Zhou Yuan bulged his injured cheeks and couldn't help but praise him.
"Good silk (poetry)!"
Wu Qi behind him couldn't help rolling his eyes.
"Uncle, if you are not pronounced correctly, don't speak?"
"Sounds weird!"
Chen Wuhui, who was hanging his arms, couldn't help pinching the fat meat on Wu Qi's waist.
This girl's eyes were filled with little stars of admiration.
"Brother-in-law is so handsome!"
"This face is so slap!"
"Brother Seven, isn't this a good poem?"
Wu Qi said with a grin.
"I didn't say it's right?"
"Our uncle said it's so weird, isn't it?"
Zhou Yuan kept silent.
He just picked up the crutch next to his wheelchair.
He poked Wu Qi's instep hard.
The expression on Wu Qi's face became even more painful.
In this case, he can't jump or jump.
He couldn't even shout, he could only hold it in.
Chen Lin, not far away, looked at Nong Jingwen contemptuously.
"A master of literary world? Sneer!"
"Who sealed it? You can't brag about it?"
This chapter has been completed!