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Chapter 322 Poetry Officer (2)

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    When Feng Xia heard the hopeful words of these old people, the smile on her face became stronger and stronger.

    Especially when I heard that Zhang Daoling borrowed grain and rice from Hesong and supplied it to the people who were barely able to eat, I was even more impressed.

    So he took out the slip again and wrote:

    ""Poetry¡¤Han Style¡¤Homeland"

    You say you are hungry and thirsty, how can you satisfy your hunger?  Picking grass in the lake and picking mushrooms in the forest.

    "It's cold, why should I wrap myself up?"  Braid hemp for clothes, and mix rattan for belts.

    "Why should I protect my feet when walking on the road?"  Rubbing grass into shoes, tying wood into shoes.

    Yu said he was hungry and thirsty, so he had to eat to satisfy his hunger.  Friendly countries borrow food and there is no shortage of rice for cooking.

    "It's cold, so wear warm clothes and cover your body."  Weaving together coarse linen, we can wear cloth.

    "When I walk on the road, I wear cloth shoes to protect my feet."  The satin leather is low, and the animal skin is the help.  "

    After Feng Xia finished writing, he looked at the people around him. They were all wearing brand new cloth shoes.

    Even in other divine palaces, cloth shoes can only be worn by people with status.

    "But Zhang Daoling once purchased a large amount of cloth from Hesong Shenfu, and Ming Yansheng distributed it to the people and made cloth shoes.

    The so-called cloth shoes are Buna shoes. As for the soles and uppers, they are made from the skins of prey that were skinned during hunting.

    Zhang Daoling ordered people to gather all the prey skins together and distribute them to women, so that they could make cloth shoes with the skins and cloth.

    Especially deerskin and bearskin, which are the toughest and warmest, are the best materials for soles and uppers.

    "Can you give me a pair of cloth shoes?" Feng Xia asked an old man.

    The old man took a look at the shoes on Feng Xia's feet. They were also a pair of cloth shoes, but the fabric was much better than those on their feet.

    "Okay, please come with me." The old man replied with a smile.

    Then the old man took Feng Xia to Fengcheng, found Yansheng and received the cloth shoes.

    Yansheng immediately took out a pair of brand-new cloth shoes and handed them to Feng Xia. Feng Xia took them in his hand and looked at them carefully, then solemnly put them into his cage

    Zhang Yuluan quickly used his magic power to inform Zhang Daoling of the news of the arrival of the poetry collector.

    After Zhang Daoling received it, he was slightly surprised.

    "I didn't expect that Taiyu Immortal Court also had the official position of poetry collector. It seems that regimes that value etiquette, whether they are mortals or extraordinary ones, have almost the same official positions.

    Zhang Daoling is not planning to go back, because the poetry collector did not come to see the Lord God, so there is no point in him going back.

    "I just wrote back and asked to take good care of the poetry collector, and didn't mention anything else.

    Speaking of poetry collectors, we have to talk about the place where Zhang Daoling was born, the earth.

    On Earth, Zhang Daoling¡¯s country had a ¡®Zhou Dynasty¡¯ thousands of years ago. As a feudal dynasty, the Emperor of Zhou also established the position of ¡®Poetry Collector¡¯.

    This is a political system and a cultural system.

    These officials set up by the Zhou Dynasty to collect poetry are the oldest among all culture-related professions, and they are also the ones with the most cultural taste.

    They traveled around and collected folk songs to understand folk customs and political gains and losses.

    Most of the poems in the "Book of Songs" that are well-known to people in later generations are derived from this. They made great contributions to the spread and collection of ancient poems.

    Therefore, when Confucius compiled the Book of Songs, he said: "Three hundred poems can be summed up in one sentence, and the thoughts are innocent."

    The poetry of the poetry collectors is pure and clean.

    There is sympathy for the suffering people, yearning for a better life, praise for good officials, and criticism of bad officials.

    At the same time, their poems contain the most simple and honest voices of the people.

    For those beautiful women, they will boldly praise, describe, and even confess their feelings.

    This is not obscene obscenity, but an open and honest praise of a woman¡¯s appearance, virtuousness, grace, and temperament.

    It is this kind of openness and uprightness that is why Confucius said, "Thinking is innocent."

    Poetry should be clean and pure, simple and natural.

    Such poems are truly good poems, and truly good poems must be poems that are close to people¡¯s lives, nature, and all things.

    Just as Zhang Daoling was recalling his memories on Earth, a scream suddenly sounded in front of him.

    The river channel in front of us has been dug into a relatively dangerous place. This place is a broken valley.

    The so-called Duangu means that there is a difference between the upper and lower sections.A fault zone more than ten meters high.

    However, even though it is a fault zone, the swamp silt above slides from time to time into the swamp below.

    And this area is within a hundred miles of the surrounding area, which is the most suitable area for river excavation.

    So excavation of the river in this section is the most dangerous.

    Hearing the exclamation, Zhang Daoling immediately ran over, pushed aside the panicked crowd, and shouted to Fang Ju and Boya, who looked anxious, "What's going on?"

    When Fang Chu saw Zhang Daoling coming, he hurriedly said: "Shenjun, it's not good, Chunying and the others fell."

    Zhang Daoling looked up and saw that the wooden bridge built by the third song over Duangu had broken in the middle, and all the ropes tied to it to protect the safety of the river diggers had also slipped down.

    "How many people fell?" Zhang Daoling asked, looking down into the mud of Duangu swamp more than 20 meters deep.

    Fang Chu was stunned for a while, just counting: "There is ChunyingMourning QiWufang"

    Zhang Daoling didn't listen to him finish reciting, and jumped down into the deep valley, making people around him panic and scream.

    Immediately afterwards, Zhang Daoling's body was seen standing lightly on the swamp of the deep valley. His mind swept downwards and he immediately knew the number of people and their positions.

    I saw Zhang Daoling raise his hand and shoot out seven auras. The auras instantly submerged into the deep mud, and then entangled the seven people who were still sinking. He raised his right hand and pulled the seven people out.

    The moment the seven people were pulled out of the mud by the spiritual light, their hands and feet were still struggling subconsciously.

    When they found that there seemed to be no resistance around them, they quickly opened their eyes and found that they were hanging in the air.

    The seven people quickly opened their mouths and breathed rapidly. Even if mud entered their mouths and nostrils, they didn't care.

    Zhang Daoling raised his hand and sent the seven people to the crowd on the broken valley, and then his body slowly floated upward.

    However, at this moment, the swamp below suddenly splashed up with a splash of mud.

    ¡°Then a dark tail popped out of the mud in an instant, entangled Zhang Daoling¡¯s legs in an instant, and then violently pulled Zhang Daoling down.

    I saw Zhang Daoling's body being pulled down by the tail in an instant, and sank into the mud with a 'pop'.

    "God Lord!"

    "God Lord!"

    The faces of the people on both sides of Duangu changed drastically and they shouted in shock.

    However, at the next moment, Zhang Daoling, who had sunk into the mud, suddenly flew out covered in golden light.

    I saw him standing in the sky, his whole body spotless, his celestial light awe-inspiring, his eyes looking deeply at the churning mire of the broken valley below.

    "There are evildoers here, please return to the camp as quickly as possible." Zhang Daoling said to the people.

    The people looked at the dark quagmire below with fear on their faces, and retreated towards the camp one after another.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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