After resting for a while in the alley, Song Mu finally felt a little stronger, and then he stood up and prepared to go home, and Li Moer followed behind.
"What are you going to do with those people? Why don't you report them to the official?"
Song Mu asked, which of course meant the people from the Demon Cult in the family just now.
"The Qingtian Guards will handle it with full authority, so please don't worry about this matter."
"I..." Song Mu paused and felt relieved.
It seems that after knowing that he has telepathy, Li Moer's attitude towards him has changed a lot. He is no longer scornful of the world. In order to show some intimacy and kindness, the other party's tone of voice has become a bit more serious. .
In the end, Song Mu sighed softly and could only bury his head and go home.
Sometimes without the strength, even asking a question is impossible.
Song Mu murmured in his heart and put the matter behind him for the time being.
Halfway through, Li Moer's figure suddenly disappeared. When Song Mu returned home and entered her room, she saw that Li Moer had appeared on her hammock, holding a gourd and drinking happily. .
Thinking that the other party could drink two kilograms of vinegar a day, Song Mu didn't know what to say for a while.
Seeing that Li Moer didn't seem to want to communicate with him anymore, Song Mu also sat on the bed and recited the book to restore the literary energy and mental power in his body.
In the evening, Song Liangda came back. The Song family was having dinner, but Song Mu learned a new piece of news at the dinner table.
The city wall of Shiyang County has been suspended. It seems to be due to the frequent occurrences of demons this month and the waste of people and money in the past six months.
It took half a year for the city to be repaired, but it was still not completed. The chief registrar and the county magistrate jointly submitted a letter to the Jizhou magistrate. The Jizhou magistrate ordered the city repairs to be suspended and sent people down to verify the situation.
Song Mu frowned when he heard the news.
The presence of demons in the city would indeed be regarded as a failure of local officials' governance anywhere, but the construction of the city wall was not accomplished overnight.
Shiyang County is not located on an important road, but it is also at a node of shipping, so it is inevitable to widen and thicken the city wall. In order to build a century-old foundation, Jinchangwu almost doubled the height and thickness of the city wall.
For such a huge amount of work, Jinchangwu asked the people in the county to take turns to work, and repairs were suspended during busy farming seasons. Even during traditional festivals, some rest time was needed.
Therefore, it will take at least a year to complete such a heightening and thickening of the city wall.
The busy farming season in Shiyang County has just ended in the past two months. It is time to seize the time to build the city wall. The result...
"Well, if this happens, I will have some free time again. Looking at the shutdown, I don't know if I can start doing it again this winter."
Song Liangda had a drink with a sad look on his face.
The city gate caught fire, affecting the fish in the pond, the city wall work stopped, and Song Liangda's job was about to be ruined. Although this job was not decent and easy, at least he didn't have to move bricks, and he could still earn some money.
Seeing the days I just lived, I lost hope in the blink of an eye.
Song Liangda just sighed a few times and said nothing more. Perhaps he was afraid that Song Mu would be troubled by this matter, so he easily said that he could just find something else to do.
Song Mu was not thinking about these, but about the series of things he encountered after coming to this world. Today, even Jinchang Wu was affected, and Song Mu only felt that a storm was about to come.
Song Mu could imagine that Jin Changwu in the county government had a gloomy face when facing this matter, but what could he do as a child.
Let the adults worry about big things.
After eating, Song Mu washed up in the side hall, returned to the room with disheveled hair, and looked up at the rafters out of habit, but Li Moer had disappeared.
Song Mu shook his head. Although this little girl was not old, she had much bigger worries than him. However, she was still a Jinshi, so it was not her turn to worry about anything.
Song Mu sat down at the desk again and began to read with the book in hand.
After finishing reciting, Song Mu began to recite the ancient book in his mind. When he felt that he had gained some insights, he opened today's topic, spread out the paper, and began to write.
Ever since he entered that mysterious state yesterday, Song Mu felt as if he had grasped something. Now that he was writing, he really fulfilled the saying that he had read more than ten thousand volumes and wrote like a god.
Trickles of small characters continued to appear on the paper. Song Mu's hands became faster and faster. The article gradually appeared, and a solution to the classic meaning was quickly completed.
After finishing it, Song Mu immediately felt a small amount of talent pouring out of the paper, and the literary energy poured into his body, making his already full literary energy swell a little more.
Now the literary energy accumulated in Song Mu's body is already very large. They fill Song Mu's whole body, strengthen Song Mu's body, and keep Song Mu energetic at all times.
However, the literary spirit is not as good as the literary power after all. As long as I use it to write poems and fights, I will be like a balloon inflated by the literary spirit, and everything will be released in an instant.
These loose literary styles could not support Song Mu in writing a war poem.
Song Mu now understood the huge difference between Wen Qi and Wen Li. Once Wen Qi condensed into Wen Li, it was like gas compressed into liquid. The volume seemed to become smaller, but the energy contained in it became larger.
To be admitted as a scholar is to condense the literary spirit into literary power, so that the power of poetry can be truly unleashed.
Thinking of this, Song Mu had already made a conclusion in his heart. No matter what, after passing the examination as a scholar, he could really let go and fight. Otherwise, he would be like today, almost losing his life.
If you must fight, then write original poetry. Then you can defend yourself against the enemy without having to draw out the literary energy in your body.
After simply thinking about these, Song Mu devoted himself to reading again. Whenever he felt inspired, he immediately started writing.
Another chapter of scriptures was finished, and when Song Mu was writing the policy, Li Moer came back.
Song Mu didn't realize how she came back, but when he reached for the scissors and picked up the oil lamp, he saw a figure appearing in front of him.
However, Song Mu just glanced at it and immediately lowered his head and continued writing. His thoughts had just arrived but he must not be interrupted.
Li Moer seemed to be used to Song Mu's indifferent attitude, and she just stood aside and watched. She seemed to be somewhat interested in Song Mu's article, and kept watching as Song Mu continued to write.
After about half an hour, Song Mu finally stopped writing, and the article he wrote was already full of literary energy.
After incorporating the Wenqi coefficient into his body, Song Mu stretched with satisfaction, then raised his head and looked at Li Mo'er beside him.
"Miss Mo'er, are you back?"
Li Mo'er just looked at Song Mu's article intently and responded after a moment.
"Young Master Song is really a weirdo. The articles he wrote today can all be seen as somewhat literary."
Song Mu smiled, took the teapot and poured two glasses of water, picked up a cup and took a sip, while Li Moer said to Song Mu again.
"In addition to classics and policy theory, the college examination will also test poems and poems. Don't you want to write about them?"
"Of course I can write, but poetry focuses on accumulation and the flourishing of artistic conception."
Li Moer grinned, then turned his head and spoke.
"Young master seems to have written a good Qingming poem, and now Ouyang Hong uses it like a treasure."
Song Mu paused, now knowing where Li Mo'er had gone, and Li Mo'er didn't seem to hide it, so he spoke immediately.
"There may be chaos in the city in a few days. Well, Mr. Song, remember to protect yourself."
Song Mu was stunned for a moment, then smiled dumbly.
"Does this count as caring about me?"
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