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Chapter One Hundred and Sixtieth Writing the Sacrifice(2/2)

"How can I be left out of such important things for the country and the people?"

There was also a child who was so enthusiastic that he pushed his way through the crowd to occupy a seat and write a memorial text.

Ning Caichen, who was next to Li Xiuyuan, also seemed to be infected. He squeezed forward, picked up his pen, splashed ink, and wrote a memorial essay without thinking.

Ning Caichen's literary talent is definitely one of the best among this group of scholars. I don't know if it has something to do with the fact that he often copies books for others.

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious. Every scholar here needs to leave a memorial text. There is no need to fight for it. Someone can come and add more words." The magistrate said.

The servant responded and left quickly. After a while, he moved a table from nowhere and added a place for the scholar's door.

"Now that you're here, let's try it."

Li Xiuyuan thought to himself, casually walked to a wooden table, pondered for a while, and began to write a memorial poem.

For a moment, there was only the sound of pen and ink in the thatched shed.

But Li Xiuyuan had just finished writing the memorial text, when a scholar came over angrily, took away the unfinished memorial text, and said, "What kind of memorial text are you writing? The Dragon King was so angry that it rained heavily.

The memorial text should be emotional and rational, but your memorial text is full of murderous threats. If the Dragon King sees this memorial text, he will definitely become even more furious. Please step aside and stand aside.

Watch and see how I write the memorial text."

After saying this, the scholar grabbed the ink pen again, took out a piece of rice paper, spread it on the table, and started writing by himself.

"Um?"

Li Xiuyuan frowned, what is this? A grab for position?

Looking at the scholar again, he seemed to be the scholar who had cow dung thrown at him before, but now his face was stained with rainwater, and he seemed to have found a place to wash off the cow dung.
Chapter completed!
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