The closer we got to the Dung Horn, the stronger the incense smell became, and the buzzing of flies and mosquitoes became clearer.
The smell was simply unbearable.
"vomit……"
There was a sound of vomiting, and Zhu Ping'an looked around and saw the poor, miserable child sitting in the cell near the feces cell. His face was pale at the moment, his eyes were dull, and he was leaning against the corner to vomit.
I really want to vomit...
The unlucky child trembled when he saw Zhu Ping'an coming with the Gong Ru Jing Pai, like a little girl who was cornered by a seven-foot-tall man late at night. Those dull little eyes seemed to be filled with accusations, Damn, this is stinky enough, here you go again!
My dear friend, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to make your miserable situation worse.
Zhu Pingan could only express his apology with his eyes.
I won’t go into details about the feces scene. In short, it’s so sour under the high temperature, mosquitoes and flies are flying around, and going to the toilet is a kind of torture.
Hearing that Zhu Ping'an was a small toilet, the man next door to the Shit No. could not wait to stretch out his finger and give Zhu Ping'an a hundred likes. Zhu Ping'an finished solving the problem, washed his hands, and came out of the dung room. When he saw the grateful eyes of the poor and miserable child next to the dung room, he was a little confused for a moment.
But I feel relieved when I think about it.
In short, I hope that this unfortunate and miserable good man will not be suffocated and perform abnormally. As the saying goes, when heaven is about to entrust this person with a great responsibility, he must first strain his mind, work his muscles and bones, starve his body, and deplete his body. What he did was random; I hope he can get good grades... but judging from the way he rolled his eyes in confusion, it might be a bit difficult.
Returning to his dormitory, Zhu Ping'an returned the gongjingjingpai to the inspection yamen officer, and then continued to answer questions for his own college examination.
The first eight-legged question had already been drafted, and what Zhu Ping'an did next was the postscript. It was very simple and didn't take time. It didn't take long to finish it and write it down on the straw.
After finishing the scripture questions, Zhu Pingan continued to do the second eight-legged question. The title of the second question is: A gentleman is superior and a villain is inferior. From a sentence in "The Analects of Confucius", Confucius said: "The gentleman is superior and the villain is inferior." "It means that a gentleman goes up and understands benevolence and righteousness; a villain goes down and pursues fame and wealth. Although I have never tried to solve this question before, this eight-legged question is quite standard. It is not difficult. It just depends on your writing style. The writing is finished.
Zhu Ping'an stopped writing, thought for a long time, and then deliberated for a while, then dipped the brush in ink on the inkstone, and neatly copied the carefully conceived eight-legged essay on the draft paper in small regular script.
After finishing all the drafts of the three questions, Zhu Pingan stretched and moved his body slightly. Writing at his desk in such a depressing environment was really harmful to the body.
After moving your body, look at the Mingyuan Tower, do some distance sighting, and let your eyes do some exercise. In ancient times, myopia was caused by shortsightedness, but there were no glasses to match it.
"Hey, I'm talking about you, don't look around!" A nearby patrol officer saw Zhu Ping'an always looking elsewhere and couldn't help scolding him.
Well
I'm just looking forward, okay? ! Although he thought so in his heart, Zhu Ping'an still retracted his eyes obediently. The ancients did not understand the theory of eye protection, and the theory with him at this juncture was purely because longevity people drank arsenic because they thought they would live longer.
In the sight of the yamen servant, Zhu Ping'an withdrew his eyes obediently, turned his attention to other things, and only focused on writing eight-legged essays.
After Zhu Ping'an withdrew his gaze, he bent down at his desk and began to copy the first eight-part essay on the answer sheet. He was more attentive than copying it on the draft paper. He tried his best to maximize his calligraphy potential and copied it neatly in small regular script.
After copying the first question, three more drums were heard, and then guards successively brought food and water to each candidate's room. A large bowl of rice, one meat and one vegetable, and a bowl of boiled water are the lunch for college examination candidates.
The vegetarian dishes are too bland and the meat dishes are too salty, but the rice is crystal clear, has an excellent texture and tastes good. He always eats vegetables, but today he eats vegetables with rice. During this time, Zhu Ping'an felt that his mouth seemed a bit spoiled. Thanks to this bowl of rice, he could fill his stomach.
After eating, someone came to clear away the tableware and gave the candidates a clean and tidy answering room.
After eating, Zhu Ping'an thought of the examinee in the dung room inexplicably and wondered how his lunch was.
The examinee in the dung room that Zhu Pingan couldn't see vomited again as soon as he saw the food, waving his hands as if he saw a savage beast... In this environment, it is strange that he could eat it in his stomach. Woolen cloth.
After the unfortunate child finished vomiting, he became deeply worried. Damn it, if everyone had lunch, wouldn't the shit room become active again... so he vomited again.
After dinner, Zhu Ping'an began to copy the second question. Halfway through the copy, he heard three drum sounds, followed by three cloud board sounds, and then heard the inspector shouting, "Quickly copy!" , just like modern exam invigilators remind candidates to pay attention to time and write quickly.
At this time, around one to two o'clock, Zhu Pingan leaned over and continued to copy the second eight-part essay. There was not much content in the eight-part essay, and it didn't take long for the second question to be finished. Then I copied down the scripture together.
After copying all the test questions, Zhu Ping'an began to check carefully again. At this time, some candidates had already handed in their papers and headed to the waiting area, waiting for the cards to be released to the tribute courtyard. Zhu Ping'an ignored the person who handed in the paper and continued to carefully check the paper. He checked it twice. After confirming that it was correct, he stood up and signaled for inspection to hand in the paper.
When the examiner came, he asked Zhu Pingan to take off the buoy with his name on his test paper and write his seat number. Then the examiner accepted Zhu Pingan's test paper and gave Zhu Pingan an appearance card.
After Zhu Pingan received the exit card, he was led by the guards to the waiting area to wait for the cards to be released. At this time, the first batch of people who handed in their papers had been released. Zhu Pingan and his group waited for about a quarter of an hour before they were allowed to leave the Gongyuan.
The clerk guarding the door collected a card and released each person. Zhu Ping arranged for the team to hand over the cards and walk out of Jiangnan Gongyuan.
After leaving Jiangnan Gongyuan, looking back at the gate, I felt like a bird escaping from its cage, feeling relaxed and comfortable all over.
"Brother Zhu, you finally came out..."
Before Zhu Pingan could take two more breaths of easy air, he heard a howl like a killing pig.
You don't need to look, just listen to the voice to know it's Fatty Xue Chi.
"Brother Xue..." Zhu Pingan raised his head and said half of what he said before he swallowed it, because the image of the fat man in his sight was really... it was so shocking, it was just... It was as if a group of strong men had dragged him into the woods and rubbed him a hundred times, but they hadn't paid a penny.
It’s really full of snot and tears.
"Brother Zhu..." Fatty Xue Chi walked over with runny nose and tears.
Accompanying the fat man was a fishy smell.
"I'll go, are you taking a shower in the toilet?" Zhu Ping'an took two steps back, looking at the fat man as a scourge.
These words seemed to touch Fatty's sadness. Hearing these words, Fatty's nose and tears all flowed back into a river...
"Brother Zhu, I was assigned to the excrement number, wuwuwu, I vomited all day long..."
The fat man burst into tears and snot, waving his fat hands, complaining bitterly that the hospital examination was unfair and assigned him to a bad number, resulting in him only exerting one of his abilities.
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