After coming out of Sun Fang's house, Song Mu was filled with excitement.
Knowing the strength of his trump card, Song Mu now looks forward to the future even more.
In the evening, when the county school was over, Song Mu said goodbye to Brother Kong and walked home. When he was thinking about how to solve the classics and meaning questions he was going to do tonight, two officials suddenly appeared in front of him.
The two government officials, one fat and the other thin, both raised their hands towards Song Mu and said with a smile.
"Young Master Song has invited me. Your parents, the officials, want to see you. They are on the upper floor of the North City. It would be up to you whether you should go back and put away your things first, or go with us."
Song Mu looked at the two government officials, and then thought about the county magistrate Jinchang Wu he met yesterday. Although he, as a child student, had to call him "teacher," he still went to the city wall to find him. Song Mu felt that there should be others.
matter.
Maybe it has something to do with what happened last night.
Song Mu pursed his lips and nodded, then put the book bag behind him and said.
"Then please two of you lead the way."
The two government officials cupped their hands and led Song Mu towards the north city wall.
Soon Song Mu came to the city wall. This was the main gate of the Shiyang County wall, which opened to the north and guarded a north-south land route. Not far from the east side of the city was the long Gan River, which ran from the south to the city wall.
The north-facing river here is trapped by the mountains, and the current is so fast that boats usually have to rest at the dock in Shiyang County for a while.
Follow this river all the way north, enter the Yangtze River, and cross the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal to reach the northern border.
Before Song Mu climbed onto the seven or eight-meter-high city wall, he saw numerous people holding pickaxes and shovels in their hands and carrying bamboo baskets full of sand and stones on their backs, transporting them toward the city wall.
Shiyang County started building the city wall at the beginning of this year and requisitioned labor from the entire county. It has been taking turns for more than half a year.
The city wall, which was originally only five meters high and about two meters thick, was made taller and thicker to its current level, giving the entire city a grand appearance.
Song Mu walked onto the city wall, and then led by the government officials towards the middle section of the city wall. In the middle of the north city wall stood a tall watchtower, which was where Dengwen Pavilion of Shiyang County was located.
After the establishment of the Wen Dynasty, it was ordered that every county must build a Dengwen Pavilion when building a city, in which the memorial tablets of the literati and above from the county should be enshrined. At the same time, it should be responsible for collecting articles and poems written by talented people in the county. Therefore,
Gather the culture of a county.
And the Xingwen poem written by Song Mu yesterday is now among them.
Song Mu walked all the way to the three-story attic, and the first thing he saw was a bronze tablet under the stairs.
A long text was engraved on the red-and-green bronze stele. Song Mu saw a corner of the inscription, where the inscription was Song Wenrong.
This is the great Confucian article written by my ancestors for Shiyang County, which can stabilize the city wall, eliminate demonic obstacles, and resist the invasion of monsters.
The glory of his ancestors was presented in front of Song Mu in this way at this moment, which made Song Mu feel emotional, even more proud and self-encouraged.
Now that Song Mu knew his ancestor's secret method, he couldn't let his ancestor's face fall into disgrace.
Song Mu turned around and followed the government servant up the three-story attic. On the second floor, the county magistrate Jinchang Wu and the apostle Ouyang Hong were sitting in front of the north window. The sunlight entered the attic from the west window. The golden sunlight made these people
The attic is dyed with a unique solemn color.
"Song Mu met his old parents and gave them advice."
Song Mu stood outside the threshold and bowed his hands in salute. Jin Changwu and Ouyang Hong both turned their heads and waved to Song Mu with a smile.
"Song Mu, you're here, come in quickly, sit here and talk."
Song Mu was flattered and quickly walked in. He carefully sat down on the bench in front of the table by the window and looked at the two of them respectfully.
Jin Changwu looked at Song Mu with a smile, stroked a few strands of beard on his face, and then spoke.
"Song Mu, I was studying in the county today. I heard that Master Xun asked you to recite the meaning of the scriptures?"
Song Mu nodded: "The college examination is coming soon, Master also hopes that we can consolidate our knowledge, so that we won't be confused."
Jin Changwu nodded and turned to look at Ouyang Hong, the eunuch on the side. The tall-faced man with a long beard also nodded and said to Song Mu.
"Song Mu, the Xingwen poem you wrote yesterday is very good. We have sent it to the capital as soon as possible. I believe your poem will be published in Tianwen Magazine in one month's time."
"Haha, my Shiyang County has not published a poem with great talent for many years, but now I can finally show my face in front of the Holy Master."
Ouyang Hong seemed to feel a little more happy, and he laughed and said.
Song Mu also grinned, and after Ouyang Hong laughed a few times, he restrained himself and looked at Song Mu again, handed Song Mu a cup of tea, and then spoke slowly.
"Song Mu, although you are only seventeen years old, I think you must have some confidence in this college examination. Therefore, you must study diligently and strive to win the scholar's degree in one fell swoop."
"Of course, it would be even more satisfying if I could get top three or come out on top!"
Ouyang Hong said this with quite a bit of emotion. Song Mu stood up and held his hands in his hands and said seriously.
"Song Mu will live up to the high expectations of the teachings, study diligently, and strive to obtain the scholar's degree."
"Okay, Song Mu, since you have this intention and are a rare descendant of my Shiyang County, I will give you something today."
After speaking, Ouyang Hong shook his hand, and a long wooden box appeared on the table. Song Mu was speechless, and Ouyang Hong motioned to Song Mu to open it.
Song Mu opened it carefully and saw a writing brush inside. The pen barrel was made of jade, and the tip of the pen was some kind of wolf hair. The roots were long and distinct, and the whole body was shiny. It was really a good treasure.
Song Mu's eyes widened for a moment, but he quickly stood up and backed away, speaking with fear on his face.
"Song Mu would not dare. Song Mu would never dare to take such a great gift."
Ouyang Hong waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter, I made this demon-suppressing pen by chance a few years ago. Just accept it. This is not only my encouragement to you, but also your pleasure."
A reward for poetry."
The county magistrate next to him, Jin Changwu, also helped.
"Song Mu, just accept it. The teaching said it was a reward for you, so he was willing to give it to you. After all, he doesn't lack such a thing."
"Haha, you old guy, I think you are thinking about my things."
Ouyang Hong laughed, but said nothing more. Song Mu also thanked him repeatedly, accepted it solemnly, and then sat down again.
At this time, the atmosphere between the three people suddenly became a little quiet. Ouyang Hong and Jin Changwu both stopped smiling, and Jin Changwu looked directly at Song Mu with a serious expression.
"Song Mu, I called you here today, but I have something to explain to you."
Song Mu quickly looked at Jin Changwu with a serious expression.
"We have roughly checked what happened yesterday. The fox demon took advantage of the recent repairs on the city wall and found a gap to bypass the scholar's article."
"As for those four demons, they are the four tyrants of the Qiao family on Qingye Mountain in our county. They were swallowed up by the demonic energy and lost their humanity."
After saying this, Jin Changwu frowned again.
"But how did these four guys get to the city, how were they placed on your path, and how did they know to attack you."
"There are no traces of this matter, and we have no way of investigating it."
When Jin Changwu said this, he gave Song Mu an explanation. Song Mu nodded, while Jin Changwu continued.
"But it's not that we didn't gain anything. Yesterday we also arrested a fugitive. Although that person had a tough talk, it seems to me that the target is also you."
"And what he is interested in is your Song family's ancient books."
As soon as Jin Changwu said these words, Song Mu's expression suddenly froze.
The ancient books of the Song family, that is, the Annotations of Song's Ancient Words in my mind, have been the most cherished heirlooms of the Song family over the past long years.
Every generation is determined to preserve and pass on this ancient book.
Throughout the ages, many people have thought about this ancient book. At this moment, when Song Mu heard what Jin Changwu said, he had some suspicions in his heart.
These days, many people have talked about their ancient books. Not everyone knows this secret. If an outsider comes to Shiyang County, even if they know a little bit, they will never find him with such a clear purpose.
Then there is only one possibility: someone in the city has his own ideas.
But who could it be?
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I sat up in shock when I was dying. My friend collected it and recommended it for a walk (〃＞Pan＜)~~