After Song Mu finished writing the poem "The Proud Fisherman", Du Feiying and two great scholars from the Western Border Army came in person.
After careful investigation by the two great scholars, it was finally and thoroughly verified that Song Mu was not someone else or a monster pretending to be someone else.
After reaching this conclusion, everyone was curious about what Song Mu encountered in this desert, and what he had experienced in the past five years.
Song Mu just repeated the excuse. Although everyone found it a bit unbelievable, they finally acquiesced to the result.
After all, in their view, it took Song Mu so long to finally return to the Wen Dynasty, and what he went through was no longer important.
The important thing is that the Wen Dynasty finally has another Hanlin. What is even more exciting is that this Hanlin is less than 30 years old.
Looking at the entire Wen Dynasty, there are only a handful of Hanlins who can achieve this level of strength, and they are undoubtedly not famous figures in this Wen Dynasty.
The Song Mu in front of him was the famous number one scholar in the Wen Dynasty.
For a moment, everyone felt a little dazed. At this moment, they looked at Song Mu more cautiously, as if they had seen a strong man in the future.
Song Mu's sudden return may bring many differences to the Wen Dynasty, and may even bring unprecedented changes.
It's just that Song Mu now has no idea about these speculations and expectations. At this moment, he only thinks about how to return to his hometown as soon as possible and see the people he longs to see.
After bidding farewell to everyone, Song Mu embarked on the road back to the Wen Dynasty alone.
Among the officials of the Wen Dynasty, news about Song Mu's return also began to spread on a small scale.
But at this time, Song Mu had already appeared on the official road outside Shiyang City.
This time, Song Mu was very low-key. The green robe he was wearing was a bit white, and he was riding a variegated old horse, walking leisurely on the official road.
Others were inevitably attracted by Song Mu's tall figure. Although they couldn't see clearly his face under the bamboo hat, they could see the broad knife on the side of the saddle. Many people regarded this burly man as the traveling figure of the Wen Dynasty. A chivalrous man.
Song Mu walked leisurely on the official road, and could already see Shiyang County in the distance. When he reached a paddy field, he suddenly stopped his horse.
It was autumn, and the rice in the paddy field had been harvested. Only the farmer was gathering the straw, pulling it back one by one to pile up haystacks.
There is also the little baby walking around in the field, laughing and jumping to pick up the ears of rice, and occasionally the farmer woman shouts. The field is a leisurely scene, and it seems that from the faces of these people, it can be seen that this year is a good harvest year.
Song Mu's tall figure also attracted the attention of several children at this moment. They all stopped their movements. At that moment, some children came around and looked at Song Mu's dress and the broad knife on the saddle.
When Song Mu stood aside and took out a piece of candy from his arms, broke off a small piece and put it into his mouth, the children's eyes widened involuntarily, and the little baby unconsciously put his fingers into his mouth.
But immediately they saw the tall uncle in front of them break off a piece of candy and reach out to talk to the children.
"Whoever can endorse it can get a piece of this candy."
All the children rolled their eyes, but none of them took a step forward. Their eyes fell unconsciously on the candy bar in Song Mu's hand.
Not long after, a little girl with pigtails timidly raised her hand, looked at Song Mu and said submissively.
"Uncle, can I memorize any book?"
When Song Mu saw a little girl coming forward, he immediately raised his eyebrows, but nodded with a smile. The girl grabbed her little yellow braid, looked at the crowd with some hesitation, and then said softly.
"At the beginning of man's life, his nature is good..."
Not long after, the little girl happily got the piece of candy the size of her finger. She quickly thanked Song Mu and ran away in a panic. When the children next to her saw this, they immediately rushed towards Song Mu with cheers. Everyone raised their hands and recited.
Although they were all of varying ages, and although they struggled with reciting, no matter how young or old they were, Dougouerlang could actually recite a few sentences, but most of them were the "Three Character Classic". For a while, the sound of reading was loud in the fields.
Song Mu smiled and finished sharing the candy in his hand, and many farmers nearby also looked over.
Although he was a little confused, he didn't say anything.
Song Mu smiled under the bamboo hat, then led the horse forward. After walking for a while, he stopped in front of a field ridge and spoke to an old man who was busy picking up straw in the field.
"Uncle, how is the harvest this year?"
The old man just worked hard and picked up a bundle of straw before speaking.
"This year is going to be a good year, God bless."
Song Mu smiled and nodded, but the other party let out a soft sigh. Then he suddenly put down the straw in his hand, took off his straw hat, straightened his back and looked at Song Mu, with some doubts seeming to flash across his face.
Immediately he said to Song Mu.
"This scholar looks...familiar, hiss."
Saying this, the old man took a few steps forward, while Song Mu just smiled and said.
"Why did uncle say that?"
The old man took a few steps forward and looked at Song Mu who was wearing a shabby robe and had a slightly aged face. He suddenly sighed again, shook his head and murmured.
"It's so similar, oh, so similar."
With that said, he cupped his hands towards Song Mu and spoke.
"The figure and appearance of Master Xiu Cai are very similar to one of our heroes and talents from Shiyang County, but, alas, God was not kind and allowed him to die young."
Song Mu was speechless, but the other party cupped his hands and Song Mu pointed forward.
"Master Xiucai, go forward. There is the Jinshi Archway in Shiyang County. That is the archway for the number one scholar in Dawen. The hero I am talking about is the number one scholar in Song, Mu and Song Dynasty in our Shiyang County."
"It's just that God is not merciful. Our number one scholar died on the battlefield out of twenty. It's really... Well, it took a lot of effort for our Shiyang County to produce such a great talent."
After the old man finished speaking, he sighed and continued working. Song Mu also sighed slightly when he heard this. Song Mu basically understood the situation of his own death.
When the bad news spread, His Majesty issued an order to build a tomb for himself in Shiyang County, and also granted him the title of Shiyang County Count.
There was even a posthumous title of Wen Zhen given to Song Mu, but after some weighing, it was not used.
It's just that his death caused an uproar in the literary dynasty, and some people even sighed with regret, saying that there was Wang Bo in the Tang Dynasty, and Mu in the Song Dynasty in literature.
However, Song Mu was a bit dumbfounded when he heard this, and this time he came back and proved himself again.
Prove that you are still alive.
Song Mu sighed slightly and continued to move forward.
After passing through the tall archway and looking at the dates of his birth and death engraved on the side of the archway, I sighed slightly.
Soon Song Mu led his horse into the city and headed home on a familiar road.
Thinking back on the ten years it has been since I arrived in this world, the journey home is always filled with emotion.
Song Mu walked forward slowly. At this moment, he passed through the bustling street and saw the familiar alley entrance.
Leading the horse and strolling inside, the alley today is very peaceful, it seems like another ordinary day in Shiyang County, nothing special.
When Song Mu walked further, he finally saw a short and sturdy man at the door of Song's house, sweeping the floor carefully with a broom. There was a brushing sound, and the bluestone alley was swept clean.
Song Mu showed a warm smile and stood still slightly at this moment.
The figure with his back to the man seemed to feel something was wrong behind him, and he suddenly paused, then slowly turned around.
Song Liangda saw his nephew, whom he had not seen for seven or eight years, appear in front of him again. At this moment, the setting sun happened to shine on Song Mu, and the tall figure seemed to be emitting golden light all over his body.
The broom in Song Liangda's hand suddenly fell to the ground. At this moment, he took a few deep breaths, and then struggled to squeeze out a sentence from his throat.
"Jing Zhao..."
Song Mu had a smile on his face, as if he was back when he was seventeen years old. He stepped forward and said with a smile.
"Second uncle."
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