I really don't want to be a rebel [infrastructure]

Upon seeing it, Luo Shixing was very surprised. In his impression, the image of the county magistrate should be that kind of middle-aged man with a big belly.

It turned out that the county magistrate was surprisingly young. He looked only in his twenties, with many braids tied on his head, and there were stones of various colors as decorations in the middle of the braids.

In addition, the county magistrate is also good-looking, with a high nose and deep eyes, with a little bit of teeth that are unique to southerners, but it is not a defect on his face.

After all, Youdao is a beauty who is three-pointed, and he is just right.

In addition, his complexion is not a fair-skinned beauty in the broad sense, but closer to chocolate. Coupled with his pair of dark amber eyes, he looks handsome and good-looking.

This is probably the second beauty Luo Shixing has seen since arriving here, or a handsome guy is more appropriate, a black-skinned handsome guy.

After seeing Luo Shixing, the county magistrate, who was originally sitting slack, immediately sat up straight, and even leaned forward slightly to stare at Luo Shixing seriously, uttering a series of sentences that he didn't understand.

Luo Shixing looked at Wei Siwen in a daze, Wei Siwen said a few words to the county magistrate, then turned to Luo Shixing and said, "The county magistrate is asking about your identity."

Luo Shixing hastily saluted obediently: "Luo Shixing, who is a junior student, has met the county magistrate."

The county magistrate obviously understood elegant words, and said in a very awkward tone: "There is no need to be too polite."

Although the pronunciation of the words was not quite right, Luo Shixing understood the other party's efforts to speak Chinese!

He immediately became close to the county magistrate. Anyway, in such a strange place, people who speak the same language will be considered as one of their own even if they are not of the same nationality.

Anyway, the culture of the Han nationality has never been distinguished by blood. As long as you learn our culture and agree with our mainstream views, then no matter what ethnicity you are from, you are all one family!

The smile on Luo Shixing's face became more real. The county magistrate looked at him with a smile, and obviously liked him. He even reached out to touch his head, and flicked the two little ears of the tiger hat on his head.

If it was someone else, Luo Shixing would probably have slapped that dishonest paw off, but this is the county magistrate, so he is in charge, so... forget it, he will bear it.

He not only endured, but also kept smiling.

Hey, life is not easy, Mao Mao secretly sighed.

The gifts Luo Shixing brought over were also very down-to-earth. The county magistrate had received many gifts, but most of the local people knew that he liked Sinology, so the things he brought were all collected from the Central Plains.

Pens, inks, papers and inkstones are the most, and books are the most precious, but all the books given are treasured by him.

Although it was not the first time that Luo Shixing came to the door directly carrying pig's trotters and ribs, it is also very interesting to combine Luo Shixing's identity as a post-scholar.

Of course, the county magistrate is not short of these things. If someone else came to the door with these things, he probably would not have looked at these gifts, but if it was this child, he couldn't help but look at them.

There is no need to look at the cured pork ribs, just let someone take them down. What interested him was the pig's trotters wrapped in banana leaves.

No one eats this food even if they are here, or people with the status of county magistrate don't eat it very much.

But after the banana leaf was opened, the unique aroma came out, and the bright pig's trotters looked very attractive. The only pity was that the pig's trotters were already a little cold.

In order to let the county magistrate understand, Luo Shi slowed down his speech and said, "Have someone take it down and grill it with fire or charcoal. It will be delicious when the skin is crispy."

The county magistrate understood, turned around and ordered someone to take it down, and then asked enthusiastically, "Is this what you do in the Central Plains?"

His words were also mixed with one or two local dialect words, Luo Shixing turned to look at Wei Siwen.

Wei Siwen quickly translated: "The county magistrate asked you if this is a unique practice in the Central Plains."

Luo Shixing: ...

How does this make him answer?He doesn't know if this method is unique to the Central Plains, but the seasoning used is indeed local.

Wei Siwen already wanted to nod according to Luo Shixing's head.

Anyway, the county magistrate seems to have never seen this way of eating, so it should be regarded as the way of the Central Plains.

After all, the county magistrate likes it, as long as the county magistrate is happy, it will be easier for him to get things done when he is happy.

Luo Shixing actually understood this truth, so he said slowly: "This is my family's secret recipe. After arriving here, I found many unused seasonings, so I simply modified it. It tastes a little different from the original one, but I feel it is better than before. It’s more delicious, it’s a combination of the Central Plains and the local area.”

He had a different idea from Wei Siwen. It was one thing for the county magistrate to like sinology, but he definitely loved his hometown more.

Otherwise, he would speak eloquently, as if he could still write a few words, and he could have left here to go to the Central Plains to study and continue his studies. It is not difficult for him to become a small official as a foreigner, and it is better than living in the local area.

But he didn't leave, and he seemed to have great ambitions to build his hometown, so he couldn't just show off the things of the Han nationality in front of him.

Sure enough, the county magistrate was even happier after hearing this, and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, our place is very rich in spices."

Luo Shixing nodded vigorously, and then began to talk about what to hear: "Of course, Beidai County is an outstanding place. I found a lot of good things in the mountains, but I haven't gone deep into the mountains. If I go further inside, there may be better things. I can't bear to come back!"

The county magistrate asked with a smile on his face, "So you won't come back?"

Luo Shixing tilted his head and thought for a while and said: "I want to stay for a while longer to look for it. I have read many records in books, and the predecessors have been here before, and have seen many things. As the saying goes, you can find it on paper. Zhong Jueqian, I know that this matter has to be done, I will continue to look, and then record everything I find."

When the county magistrate heard this, he repeated: "What is done on paper is always shallow, and I never know that this matter has to be done. It is... what do you mean?"

His Sinology can only support him to understand relatively simple sentences and meanings, and his communication is fine on weekdays, but once he encounters some idioms in poetry, he is a little confused.

Wei Siwen on the side looked surprised: "I have never heard of these two lines of poems, I think they were written by the lynx cat himself!"

Luo Shixing was at a loss for a moment, then lowered his head and thought for a while and couldn't help closing his eyes: Gan, these two lines of poems belong to Lu Fangweng!

Lu You, Lu Fangweng, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty...he was born five or six hundred years away from now.

Hey, it’s not good to memorize too much of these poems. When I need to have a conversation with the humanities, I just want to say a few words to make myself appear less illiterate.

Wouldn't something happen if I said this?

Luo Shixing smiled awkwardly: "Ah, I just... just said it casually, I just want to say that even if you memorize the things recorded in the book, you may not be able to use them. You will only understand this when you encounter them in real life. For example, Zanthoxylum bungeanum and ginger, I have seen the description of their plants in books before, and I have seen pictures, but if I didn’t meet them and distinguish them, I’m afraid I still don’t know them.”

Changing the subject, changing the subject crazily, you can't let these two people's attention stay on those two lines of poems!

However, the county magistrate's attention was not something he could divert, so he repeated it twice and said with some admiration: "No wonder Wei Siwen said that you are a fairy boy of the Tang Dynasty, oh, a child prodigy, you can compose poetry at such a young age, it's amazing. "

His series was a combination of Chinese and dialect again, but Luo Shixing understood the word prodigy, and couldn't help turning his head to look at Wei Siwen.

Wei Siwen knew there was something going on when he saw the county magistrate's posture, and quickly said to Luo Shixing, "Why only two sentences? Let's finish writing."

Luo Shixing's expression twisted for a moment and he coughed lightly: "I didn't write this, I heard it from someone else."

Before the county magistrate had anything to say, Wei Siwen stared and said, "Nonsense, I've read all the books and never heard of these two sentences!"

Wei Siwen is the censor, well, everything from the prince's clothing, food, housing, and transportation to whether the boots worn by the courtiers can't escape their sharp eyes. When quarreling, they have to quote classics and refute them until the other party is convinced.

Regardless of the level of poetry, their reading volume is definitely the most abundant group in Datang.

Luo Shixing: Gan, why is Wei Siwen a censor?

If it was another person, he might have been fooled.

Wei Siwen winked at Luo Shixing crazily, and he couldn't explain it too clearly in front of the county magistrate: this county magistrate likes this one.

Usually the county magistrate would write some doggerel, and Wei Siwen was forced to write several poems, but Wei Siwen's own poetry writing skills are average, and most of the time he puts together things, so he can please the county magistrate, otherwise How could he do so well here as a criminal?

If Luo Shixing completes this poem, what they asked for will basically be fulfilled!

The value of a poem is not comparable to that little pig's trotter ribs!

Luo Shixing understood what Wei Siwen had conveyed, and after a long silence, he forced a smile and said, "Then...then let me think about it."

Before time travel, when he read various novels, he never disdained those Wenchaogongs. What is the difference between stealing and taking things that are not his in exchange for money, status and fame?

It's just that he didn't expect that there would be a day when he would need to copy other people's poems in exchange for something.

He bowed his head in thought with a blank expression, still struggling in his heart, but the two adults thought he was thinking and didn't bother him.

The county magistrate even held his chin and looked at him with interest.

Luo Shixing finally raised his head, smiled, blinked and said, "I've made up my mind."

Wei Siwen said quickly: "Wait a minute, I'll go find a pen and ink, and you write it down."

Luo Shixing waited there quietly. After Wei Siwen brought the brush and ink over, he was still a little unfamiliar when he picked up the brush, and the first word he wrote was very distorted.

But in the back it's pretty good.

Wei Siwen patted his thigh and said, "Oh, it's a pity that you have regular script."

In his opinion, Luo Shixing's regular script has begun to take shape, which is very good at this age. Many youngsters at his age are not stable with pens.

Luo Shixing was also somewhat satisfied when he put down his pen. His handwriting was actually not as good as before, but his body's ability to control the pen was a little stronger than before.

The county magistrate can't tell whether a character is good or bad. He only has one standard when he sees characters: whether he can understand them.

If someone came to write a Feibai book for him, no matter how well written it was, he would still find it ugly if he couldn't read it.

It happened that he could understand regular script, picked up the paper and said happily, "Very good, very good, this is a poem to encourage learning, right?"

Luo Shixing forced a smile and said, "Yes, it is to encourage everyone not only to study more but also to practice more."

The county magistrate liked Luo Shixing more, because he could understand the poems written by this kid, and they were also catchy, unlike Wei Siwen, who sometimes wrote poems with some allusions, but he couldn't understand them and had to explain them.

Wei Siwen who was on the side wondered, this poem is quite good, even those who have never read the book can understand the meaning after listening to it.

But this poem is a little too old, especially the line "Young and strong work begins with old age", if it is said by an experienced old man in his tens of years, it is still a bit convincing. Luo Shixing is only nine years old, and he has to wait for the new year He was only ten years old after his birthday. What does such a young child know about "youth is the best when you are young"?

But this child did write the poem under their noses, and Wei Siwen had never heard of it, otherwise such a poem could not be unknown.

Could it be that Luo Shixing, a child prodigy, has opened up the wisdom of his previous life?