"Qiushui Dao Sect can't give you what you want, because the Dao Sect doesn't care about worldly affairs!" Cao Mutong said calmly.
"What a Taoist sect, what a person who doesn't care about worldly affairs!" Xu Que showed a sarcastic smile: "Using secular people to make money for them, and then selling these things to secular people at high prices, is this called not caring about worldly affairs? Is this called letting nature take its course?"
"How can you insult the Taoist sect? You have to know that if the Taoist sect hears this, you will become the Taoist sect's enemy!" Cao Mutong's expression showed a big reaction.
She thought Xu Que was crazy for daring to say such things!
Before Xu Que could refute Cao Mutong, Murong Yao smiled and shouted: "Little man, you said it very well!"
Cao Mutong turned his head in shock. Huang Qianying and Hu Ling'er also looked at Murong Yao in shock. Their first thought was that this is also a madman...
Xu Que smiled and turned his head. He did not expect that the first person to support him was Murong Yao!
"Little man, since you have the heart of a saint, do you have a way to deal with the people of the world?" Murong Yao asked with a smile.
"The heart of a saint?" Xu Que smiled and shook his head: "I'm not a saint, I'm just a layman, a layman who can't stand this kind of society. As for the method you said, I can only say that everything depends on man-made efforts!"
"Hey, little man, you have such a strong tone, how about you write a poem?"
Xu Que was speechless. He had been making trouble for a long time and was waiting for him here...
"Yes, husband, I haven't composed a poem for a long time. Why don't you write one tonight?" Hu Ling'er agreed happily.
"Yes, since you want to save the people, you should write a poem." Cao Mutong nodded, agreeing with the two women's proposal.
Xu Que smiled and turned his head: "I'll compose a poem, how about you help me go back to the sect and ask?"
"What are you asking?" Cao Mutong asked.
"When will the previous rent be paid?" Xu Que said casually.
Cao Mutong said nothing, rolled his eyes and turned away.
"Exactly." Xu Que said disdainfully: "I don't want to help the people on the other side of the river, nor do I want to pay back the money. I'll let you, the Qiushui Dao Sect, do all the erecting of the memorial arch."
"If you change the conditions, maybe I can still speak." Cao Mutong said without looking back.
"Okay, let's change the conditions." Xu Que smiled, very cunningly, and then said lightly: "The flood season of the Yellow River will come in a few days. Let your sect help the people on the other side and downstream to survive this disaster. , not too much, right?”
"It can't be done!" Cao Mutong said directly: "Although the Taoist sect has magic, it cannot resist natural disasters."
Xu Que rolled his eyes, he couldn't do anything, and he still practiced some shitty immortality!
"Mu Tong is right. Even our Qingyun Dao Sect cannot resist the water of the Yellow River." Murong Yao said.
"Haha, I just don't have that much money. If I had money, I would cover all the floods this time!"
The four girls looked at Xu Que, and their first thought was to brag.
"Little man, you will know when you see the river flood coming!" Hu Ling'er said.
"You mean, the dam I asked the refugees to build won't work?" Xu Que asked Xiang Hu Ling'er.
The four girls have also seen the dam built by Xu Que, but they dare not confirm it. After all, it is the flood of the Yellow River, which swallows up many lives every year!
"Be mentally prepared. After all, for thousands of years, no one can stop the flood, not even Ya Sheng!" Murong Yao reminded.
When he heard Murong Yao's words, Xu Que's eyes twitched. Is it true? How could Yashengdu exist... but it couldn't withstand the flood?
Xu Que turned his head and looked towards the south embankment. Although he couldn't see anything from here, he was still a little nervous at the moment. After all, the houses of 100,000 refugees were very close to the river beach.
"Are you still writing poetry?" Cao Mutong asked.
Xu Que ignored Cao Mutong's words. He was now shocked into a cold sweat by Murong Yao's words. If the dam failed to resist the flood, wouldn't he become a sinner?
"What's wrong with you?" Huang Qianying asked with concern.
"How high is the biggest flood you have ever seen?" Xu Que asked.
"The maximum height of the turbulent flood is more than four meters, and if there are overlapping waves, it can be five meters!" Murong Yao said.
"Five meters? Are you sure there is no higher one?" Xu Que was very confused. If the maximum was five meters, then the embankment would be completely enough. After all, he built it along the river bank.
The fourth girl thought that Xu Que had a mental problem. He is already five meters tall. Do you still want to be taller? Is it because there are too few people dying?
In fact, they didn't know what Xu Que was worried about. If it was the impact force, Xu Que wouldn't be worried at all. What he was worried about was that the water in the Yellow River would surge and then overwhelm the dam. He couldn't even imagine that scene...
"Why aren't you worried anymore?" Hu Ling'er asked looking at Xu Que's expression.
"It's okay. As long as it's not more than five meters away, Zheyang County is the safest place." Xu Que smiled.
"Are you sure?" Cao Mutong asked.
"Very sure!" Xu Que replied.
Cao Mutong didn't ask any more questions. She didn't want to hit Xu Que with words. Anyway, when the river flood comes, everything will be proven.
"Husband, please write a poem!" Hu Ling'er said with a playful smile.
"Okay, let's play the simplest one!" Xu Que smiled and took out the gold paper and gold ink, then put it on the stone table in front of him.
The four girls were very curious, what could the so-called simplest poem in Xu Gaokao look like?
Xu Que wrote:
"Plant a grain of millet in spring..."
When the five words fell, a little silver light spread quickly.
This surprised the four girls. These five simple words turned into silver light...
"Autumn harvests thousands of seeds..."
Another five words fell, and in the blink of an eye, the golden light was bright, and there seemed to be colorful lights.
The four women covered their mouths at the same time. None of them expected that Xu Que's so-called simplicity would actually kill a bunch of literati...
"There is no idle land in the world..."
In an instant, colorful light rippled, and the colorful rays of light were like daylight, directly illuminating the entire Xu Mansion.
"Farmers are still starving to death."
Xu Que signed the note, put away the pen, and threw the colorful gold paper into the air.
Wow!
The colorful rays of light came out in response and spread rapidly in all directions, illuminating the entire East City in this ray of light.
The people also raised their heads curiously and looked in the direction of Xu Mansion.
Xu Fan and Xu Hu, who originally planned to study hard, also ran out of the study room and looked up at the sky.
"Compassion for farmers: During the Great War, the weather is slowing down; sow a grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn. There is no idle land in the world, and farmers still starve to death."
"Eternally colorful! It's actually eternally colorful!"
“Easy to understand and beautifully worded!”
"This young master of the Xu family is truly a talent of all ages!"
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People on the street were talking about it and applauding constantly, because this poem not only touched the hearts of the people, but even a three-year-old child could understand it.
"Nephew Xu Xiaoxian is really a great talent!" Mo Dongsheng sighed while stroking his beard while sitting in the new county governor's mansion.
"Yes, if it hadn't been for Xu Que, I'm afraid the old city would have been breached in less than three days." Cao Wei agreed.
"Okay, we should get busy." Mo Dongsheng shook his head and smiled bitterly: "If you continue to inform us, the number of arrows will continue to increase, but there is no need to increase the number of boulders and rolling logs."
"Yes!" Cao Wei and Li Guan accepted the order.
"Old Yu, please continue to stay at the Sheriff's Mansion while I go to the old city to check." After Mo Dongsheng finished speaking, he stepped lightly and disappeared in front of Old Yu.
Mr. Yu showed a kind smile, bowed slightly, and then returned to his work station to continue working.
In Xu Que's small courtyard, the four women looked at Xu Que with shocked eyes.
Is this a simple poem from his mouth? But it's really simple, but no one can make it...
If this little man's words were told to the world's intellectuals, would this little man be beaten to death?
This kind of question disappeared in the minds of the four beauties in an instant. They thought it was better not to say anything, otherwise the world's literati would be pissed to death...
"So, are you satisfied now?" Xu Que looked at the four beauties with a smile.
"I still have something to do, so I'll go back and rest first." Huang Qianying said.
"Yes, I haven't practiced yet today. I have to hurry up and be promoted to Demon King!" Hu Ling'er stepped lightly and disappeared in an instant.
"Don't ask me, I don't know anything." After Cao Mutong finished speaking, he disappeared.
Murong Yao was trapped, why did everyone run away? What about advancing and retreating at the same time?
group……
Before Xu Que could react, Murong Yao disappeared without saying anything...
Xu Que secretly scolded N what the fuck...
