Kong Siqi said this to everyone at the banquet, with a bit of excitement and emotion in his voice, which immediately shocked all the guests.
For a Jinshi to be so grateful to a child, even if the child comes from a wealthy family, it would be impossible for him to be so grateful.
But soon they finally discovered the meaning. Kong Siqi had copied the poem on silk.
"A gift to Brother Kong Zong and his classmates from Shiyang County on July 5th"
The Xingwen poem composed by Song Mu was almost sent to Confucius.
It is no exaggeration to say that the literary spirit of the literati will be completely reborn.
And Kong Siqi did this, presumably because the Xingwen poem really had such an effect. The Kong family cultural tourmaline was in Kong Siqi's hand, and he must be very aware of the changes that had occurred.
That is to say, Song Mu really gave the descendants of the Kong family a great opportunity.
When the guests were present, they all looked at the content of Xingwen's poem. When they heard the sentence, "Talented people have emerged from generation to generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years," everyone took a breath of cold air.
There is no need to say these generous words. As long as Kong Zong's heart is not disturbed, then one day, another Jinshi will be born in the Kong family!
With this kind of opportunity, the Confucian cultural heritage may continue for another hundred years!
After clarifying what was inside, someone immediately stood up to greet him warmly. The shock and surprise just now were swept away. Praising words were heard endlessly, and the atmosphere in the place suddenly became more lively.
Song Mu has naturally become the new focus. It seems that because of this incident, the Song family has finally been taken seriously again.
Song Mu also saw his second uncle Song Liangda during the banquet. At this moment, he was sitting at the same table as the Kong family brothers. He was smiling and toasting, but from time to time he lowered his head to wipe the corners of his eyes.
As expected, his own nephew is not a mortal creature, but a gem that has been gathering dust for many years. Today he has become a blockbuster.
At the table where Song Mu was sitting at that time, Song Mu had just clinked glasses with his mentor Jinchang Wu, the magistrate of Shiyang County, and sat down, and one of them had already raised a toast to congratulate him.
"Mr. Song, my son Pan Wenhao is also a good friend of you. Today I will shamelessly call you my nephew. Uncle Pan, I would like to dedicate this glass of wine to you and to Shiyang scholars."
The visitor was Pan Shun, the county lieutenant. His thin face was full of smiles, and his gestures showed a kind of kindness. Song Mu also had a smile and respect on his face. He bowed and raised his glass, calling Uncle Pan repeatedly.
Seeing Song Mu's response, Pan Shun was also a little surprised. He said a few nice words in front of everyone, and asked Song Mu to be more responsible for Pan Wenhao in the county school, but said nothing.
More often than not, Song Mu was dragged into a conversation by Kong Zong, saying that they would go together for the college examination soon.
Song Mu naturally agreed. The whole family banquet was a little rushed because of the scene of changing glasses. When it was almost over, the guests gradually dispersed. Kong Siqi and others were also drunk. Song Mu turned to
Kong Zong and the old lady of the Kong family resigned, helped their second uncle Song Liangda, who was also drunk, get into the carriage arranged by the Kong family and rushed home.
"Brother Mu, my second uncle hasn't been so proud in many years. Today...prefect Kong also came to toast me."
"Brother Mu, you have done a good job and studied hard. The Song family's success... depends on you." Song Liangda, smelling of alcohol, murmured over and over again in the carriage. At this moment, his voice was even louder.
A bit hoarse, as if he was about to cry.
Song Mu agreed softly and could only urge the carriage to go home quickly, but suddenly the coachman stopped the carriage.
Song Mu felt something was wrong and stuck his head out. At this time, the coachman also said a little surprised.
"Mr. Song, there is someone blocking the road ahead. He is probably drunk. I'll go down and move."
The coachman got out of the car in a familiar manner and rushed forward to catch up with the few people who were lying on the ground like drunkards. Song Mu also opened the curtain and looked over. The moonlight was a little dim. When the cool late summer breeze blew, Song Mu's drunkenness dissipated.
Many of them looked at the person lying on the ground not far away, but their hearts moved.
That was when the ancient book in my mind suddenly emitted a wave of fluctuation. The pages of the book slowly opened, and the pages flew around, but the final page was never revealed.
Ancient books have never been in such a state as they are today. They lie quietly in my mind on weekdays. They only open them when writing poems. I have never seen such a scene.
Song Mu was surprised and suspicious, but felt that something was strange. At this time, the coachman had already reached the drunken men lying in the middle of the road.
"Brothers, please give way, the carriage has to pass."
The coachman said this, and immediately reached out to pull up a person who was lying prone among them. But as soon as he reached out to pull the man, the coachman suddenly threw away his hand and jumped away, screaming in surprise.
"Oh my god! Damn it!"
The driver's exclamation spread far away, and Song Mu, who had already felt something was wrong, quickly leaned out of the carriage and shouted to the front.
"Uncle, what happened..."
But before he finished speaking, even Song Mu, who was speaking out, couldn't help but shudder.
A few spots of scarlet entered his eyes, it was a frightening light coming from the people lying on the ground.
It was the scarlet light emanating from the pupils of their eyes, which was extremely bright and frightening in the dark night.
After Song Mu finished speaking, the red light swayed in the darkness. It was those people who stood up and looked at Song Mu.
The next moment, an indescribable roar came from the mouth of one of them.
The sound was like the cold wind ripping apart rags, like a wild boar rolling off a cliff and wailing, or like a person slapping his ear hard with a feather duster.
The coachman was already crying and climbed onto the carriage using both hands and feet. Goosebumps were rising and falling all over Song Mu's body, but he quickly stretched out his hand to pull the coachman into the carriage and shouted immediately.
"Uncle, let's go quickly!"
The old uncle was still in shock. Those few people who didn't look like humans or ghosts were already heading towards the carriage.
Song Mu hurriedly urged, but the horse was also restless. The driver's hands were shaking as he spurred the horse to turn. However, the road was narrow and the carriage moved very slowly. He saw that the monsters were about to charge forward.
Song Mu gritted his teeth and glanced at his second uncle lying in the car, then looked at the driver who was completely panicked, and his eyes were sharp.
It was impossible to get off the carriage and run away, so we had to fight head-on.
Song Mu looked at the monsters that had rushed to the carriage, and immediately grabbed the reins from the driver's hand, and then swung them hard on the horse's butt.
The horse was in pain, screamed in surprise, then spread its hooves and rushed towards the monsters.
The wheels of the carriage rolled with a roar, making a loud noise on the quiet street at night. Song Mu drove the carriage forward fiercely, and the monsters had already arrived in front of the carriage.
The rumble of the horse's hooves suddenly knocked down one of the weirdos, and then the wheels shook and crushed another person. The second uncle in the carriage vomited wildly, and Song Mu also threw the driver who had already lost his soul.
Song Mu didn't care what was in front of him. There were monsters and monsters in this world, and there were many strange things that he had never seen before. But he came here to survive.
Nothing is more terrifying than death.
Song Mu gritted his teeth and frantically urged the carriage to run on the street. He rushed out dozens of meters in the blink of an eye. The lights in the surrounding houses gradually lit up, and at the same time, the horrifying neighing sound sounded again.
The voice was already some distance away from him. Just as Song Mu was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a roar suddenly came from the top of the carriage. Almost the next moment, Song Mu met the monster's scarlet eyes.
It was a face full of scars. It was grinning with yellow teeth exposed, and there were even a few long fangs growing out of it. The face was only three-thirds human-like!
"ah!"
When Song Mu noticed him, the guy had already pounced on him. Song Mu was pulled down by him and rolled out of the carriage quickly. His body rubbed violently against the loess street. Burning pain came from his back, and the monster had already pinched him.
Song Mu's neck.
Song Mu kicked hard, but the monster seemed to be unaware of the pain, screaming and opening its mouth to bite.
At this time, Song Mu's Tong Shengwen position suddenly lit up with a ray of light, and a wave of air came out of the air, pushing the opponent away, and then fell heavily to the ground.
At the same time, there was a sudden roar in the city, and a figure rose into the sky from the county school.
"Hey! Where did the evil thing come from to cause harm!"