Zhao Ping couldn't help but frown, and his heart suddenly became lively.

Lijiazhuang did not bring any tools this time. It happened that the county magistrate came to the scene after receiving a report from someone.

It would be unbelievable to say that there is no connection between the two.

Li Zhihao, the patriarch of Lijia Village, is also about fifty, but his hair and beard are already a bit gray, his forehead is wrinkled and slightly hunched over, and his face is brown and thin. It is obvious that he is more tired and hardworking than the patriarch of Wangjia Village.

He stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "Tell the officials that in order to fight for water, Wangjia Village cut off the people's water sources, destroyed the people's farm tools, and cut off the people's cooking smoke. I hope the officials will make decisions for the people."

Liu Xian Cheng stroked his beard, looked at the two of them, and coughed: "It turns out that we are fighting for water. But the stick has no eyes, hurts people's lives, and is against the laws of nature. Besides, I, the Song Dynasty, did not transform barbarians into foreign countries, but practiced literature and martial arts. They were the imperial court.

As usual. In this case, today, of course, I will compare it with the text."

Wang Wenxiu, the chief security officer of Wangjia Village, immediately bowed his hands to Prime Minister Liu and said, "I will obey this order."

Zhao Ping, who was careful, noticed a smile on his face.

Everyone in Lijia Village took a deep breath, with ugly expressions on their faces.

The level of education in the two villages is as high as heaven and underground!

Lijiacun's strength is military force, and the whole village has only three candidates who passed the examination; while Wangjiacun not only has eighteen candidates, but also has one person who won the Jinshi title on the gold list.

Li Zhihao, the chief security officer of Lijiacun, opened his mouth to defend himself, but Liu County Cheng had already set the tone, so he could only forcefully smile with a dark face and cupped his hands: "I will obey this order."

Wang Wenxiu waved his right hand. Zhao Ping saw only a handsome boy, about eleven or two years old, wearing a silk scarf on his head. He calmly walked up to Liu County Cheng, bowed deeply and said, "The young prince Yi has seen an official." Then he went to pay his respects.

Li Zhihao finally sang a fat promise to everyone around him.

Not only did Wangjia Village applaud him for his appearance, dress and demeanor, but Lijia Village couldn't find anything wrong with him either.

Zhao Ping couldn't help but shook his head. This was the child prodigy of Wangjiacun. What's more, Wangjiacun had already produced a boy. According to the usual practice, Lijiacun had also found a boy of the same age.

Zhao Ping has already seen the desperate eyes of the villagers in Lijia Village!

Wang Wenxiu bowed his hands to the Prime Minister of Liu County and said, "I respectfully invite the officials to come up with a topic."

Liu Xian Cheng gently stroked his beard, looked at the river, and then looked at Lijiazhuang and Wangjiazhuang in the distance. Then his eyes stayed on Wang Ziyi and sighed and said: "Dongpo layman said: 'It is better to eat without meat than live without bamboo.'

"Bamboo is an elegant thing. Water is the source of all things, and it is also something that is debated today. To compose a poem, you must have bamboo and water, and half a stick of incense."

Zhao Ping thought to himself, this county magistrate is indeed an elegant scholar!

An official in black immediately lit a stick of incense and started counting the time.

The boy in Wangjiazhuang had already set up his desk, pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and it seemed that he was well prepared.

Zhao Ping saw Wang Ziyi polishing ink while looking at the river and bamboos in deep thought.

In less than half a stick of incense, he had already slowly written a poem.

An official took it and handed it to Liu Xian Cheng. After reading it, Liu Xian Cheng nodded and gave it to Li Zhihao. Li Zhihao had no choice but to recite in a rich baritone voice:

"There is no small bridge on the mountainside of Zhucui Mountain, and the secluded spring water surrounds the rocks. The gentle footsteps frighten the birds in the forest. It turns out that I am floating in my dream."

After reading, Li Zhihao said in a deep voice: "Wang Langjun's artistic conception is elegant, light and unique. I would like to announce that our Lijiazhuang recognizes..."

At this point, Zhao Ping saw that some villagers in Wangjia Village were waving their arms and almost shouted; while Wang Wenxiu's face was full of joy and he almost said "win."

When Li Zhihao said this, his voice almost sounded like crying.

The word "lose" has not yet been uttered, "Wait a minute!"

A small but clear child's voice came.

Zhao Ping shouted with all his strength, but he could only walk slowly due to his physical weakness.

Wang Wenxiu's face suddenly stiffened, and the waving arms of the villagers in Wangjia Village also stopped.

The angry looks of all the Wangjiacun people shot towards Zhao Ping like sharp arrows.

Li Zhihao and Wang Wenxiu were furious. Liu Xiancheng and Li Zhihao frowned after glancing at them.

Of course I knew his appearance and clothing. He was just a boy with a pale face, burnt yellow hair, and straight green hair, with two horns on his head. He was almost a head shorter than Wang Ziyi.

There is no way, standing with Wang Ziyi, the sick self can only become a foil for the faint star that shines on the bright moon thousands of miles away!

Zhao Ping saw everyone in Lijia Village shaking their heads and sighing, and Lan'er even covered her eyes.

Although Zhao Ping walked slowly, he still came to Liu County Cheng fearlessly!

"Why, is there no one in Lijiazhuang? You actually sent this sick man out to embarrass yourself?"

"Haha, haha, is it a sick man with no ink in his belly?"

"Haha, look, he still has a book in his hand. Could it be that he wants to find a poem from the book for emergency use?"

"Haha, Wu Mingzi, this is not about looking for poems, but about composing poems on the spot."

"If I can succeed in finding poems, I might as well come out and forget it."

"Haha, you made me laugh so hard. Lijiazhuang, you might as well just admit defeat. It would be more respectable."

"Oh, it turns out he is a sick man who spends two days fishing and three days drying nets while studying? Why are you here to join in the fun? Don't you feel embarrassed enough?"

etc.

The villagers in Wangjiacun laughed and laughed, and their voices continued to reach Zhao Ping's ears.

He also saw that the faces of the villagers in Wangjiacun suddenly relaxed, and they were all smiling.

Wu Di suddenly stepped out with his right foot and shouted: "Little Prince."

He was about to rush forward and pull Zhao Ping to his side.

Wu Jie hurriedly covered Wu Di's mouth and whispered to him quietly.

After receiving everyone's expressions, Zhao Ping remained calm. He smiled and greeted each other one by one. He bowed his hands and bowed again. Then he pointed at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone and asked Wang Ziyi: "Can I borrow it for you, a small official?"

Perhaps because he had the upper hand, Wang Ziyi nodded gracefully and stretched out his right hand: "Please use it, young man."

Time was running out, so Zhao Ping wrote immediately with a brush. Fortunately, the ink had just been dried and the incense had finished burning.

After Liu County Cheng took the poem written by Zhao Ping from the official messenger, he looked at it for a few times, his expression changed slightly and handed it to Wang Wenxiu.

Wang Wenxiu coughed and had no choice but to recite:

"Ink clouds are about to fall into the sky, and the green bamboos are silent and the river is idle. The mirror suddenly cracks and ripples rise, and the orchid boat goes far away among the sounds of oars."

The school masters from the two villages have also arrived.

Zhao Ping saw the wife from Wangjiacun flicking her sleeves and giving him a fierce look.

The wife of Li Zhiqing in Lijia Village was stunned and did not believe that this was a student who could not even complete his studies normally.

When Zhao Ping heard Li Zhiqing reciting a poem, he couldn't help but burst into tears and murmured: "My Lijiazhuang can be saved." He also saw Li Zhihao finally straightened up at this time, stroking his beard and asked Wang Wenxiu: "Wang Yuanwai, can you give me some help?"
Chapter completed!