After writing the last word, Nan Yi stopped writing and sighed softly.
Although it is based on the text of "Luotuo Xiangzi" and is not completely original, Nan Yi still has to invest his emotions and pour his own emotions into the words.
When you have empathy in your heart, you will inevitably feel a little heavy and depressed.
The reason why Nan Yi chose to use "Camel Xiangzi" was mainly because he wanted to win by surprise and win the favor of a county governor. But at the same time, he also had some thoughts of writing a warning.
After all, technological innovation will certainly increase productivity. But the benefits falling into the hands of the people may not be many.
If this article reaches the eyes of the county governor, it may make the county governor think more about it when promulgating people's livelihood policies and pay attention to the real pain points of some people at the bottom.
If this is the case, then Nan Yi feels relieved that he has done a good deed more or less.
Thinking of this, Nan Yi got rid of the dull thoughts brought about by Luo Tuo Xiangzi, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and a smile appeared.
He no longer looked back at the previous text, put down his ink pen, closed his eyes and rested, waiting for the scroll to be finished.
Seeing Nan Yi's calm and relaxed appearance, an invigilator who walked around the classroom from time to time became curious and walked to Nan Yi intentionally.
Nan Yi's ears twitched slightly, knowing that someone was coming and standing next to him.
But he still didn't open his eyes and remained unmoved.
Anyway, after the test papers are handed in, they are sent to the County Correctional Superintendent for anonymity review. Regardless of whether the proctor next to him remembers his answer essay, it will not affect his score.
Nan Yi didn't bother to pretend to be restrained.
When the invigilator named Mo Rufeng saw this, he secretly praised Nan Yi for his good nature, but he didn't pay much attention to it. Instead, he lowered his eyes and looked at Nan Yi's examination paper.
After reading it for the first time, he was slightly surprised: it was actually a novel.
Second glance...
Mo Rufeng's eyes froze.
Mo Rufeng has been an invigilator for the year-end exam ten times and has seen many people's "Wen Fu" compositions.
Although the essay requirements state that there are no restrictions on format and style, there are very few students who actually use novels to answer the questions.
The main reason is that the exam time is limited. It is extremely difficult to write a good novel and story within an hour and meet the exam questions.
Mo Rufeng was curious. He just wanted to come over and take a casual look. Just like he had read many other candidates' articles before, he didn't take it seriously.
As a result, Nan Yi's "Wen Fu" composition was actually writing a novel?
Mo Rufeng thought to himself: This guy is really frivolous, but he just doesn't know if his novel has real material or is it just mediocre?
Curious, Mo Rufeng continued to look back.
Seeing that Nan Yi unfolded the novel from the perspective of the lower class people a hundred years later, he secretly praised his courage.
It should be noted that the written policy theory can directly deduce the hypothetical changes over the past century; the novel style describes the social scene from the side, but it must be convincing to be considered qualified.
And Nan Yi not only chose to write novels, but also took the perspective of the people at the bottom as the main perspective, trying to see the big from the small, how can he be so crazy!
Mo Rufeng's eyes froze, and his mind was unconsciously immersed in the story.
"Old Mo, the volume is closed."
At 7:30 in the evening, the other two invigilators saw that Mo Rufeng was looking seriously and shouted.
Mo Rufeng hummed, but his eyes were still on Nan Yi's test paper.
The other two people didn't say much when they saw this, and began to take care of themselves. After all the other candidates' examination papers were collected, they found that Mo Rufeng was still reading Nan Yi's examination papers. They couldn't help but be surprised: "Old Mo, are you still reading?"
Mo Rufeng tried his best to tilt his head and forced himself to speak: "Take it away quickly, put it in a bag and seal it."
Although the other two examiners were also curious, they focused on collecting the papers, so they picked up the Nanyi papers, mixed them with other papers, and put them into the bag.
Then, all the candidates were able to exit in an orderly manner.
After all the candidates left the classroom, an invigilator jokingly said: "Old Mo, you have read such a magnificent article and you are still fascinated by it?"
"I can't say it's a powerful article, but it's just a novel with strange ideas and it's really eye-catching." Mo Rufeng smiled bitterly, "If I hadn't had to rush back to the county government overnight, I would have stopped the student and asked him to tell him about the future. Tell me half of the story again."
Hearing that what Nan Yi wrote was actually a novel, the other two people also became a little curious.
But after all, I didn't see it with my own eyes, so I wasn't as itchy as Mo Rufeng, and he could continue to joke: "I'm not telling you, Old Mo, do you ever remember that student's name?"
"It's true that I didn't remember his name, but as long as he said he wrote a novel, he could easily find it." Although Mo Rufeng felt deeply regretful, his mind was not confused and he was still sober.
"Then let me talk to the local lecturer? Let him ask that student to write out the story tomorrow and send you a special letter?" The other person's eyes flickered, as if he wanted to take a look himself.
"That's all, there's no need to worry about it. After the subsequent examination papers are marked, I will go to the correctional prison to look for it and ask."
Mo Rufeng shook his head, not wanting to get involved with the candidates in private and talk about it.
So the three of them stopped talking, packed up all the test papers for the four subjects, and then, escorted by Wu Anzu, headed straight to the county government at starry night.
And teams like them are spread across all counties in Dali tonight.
In the third year of the Apocalypse, on December 25th, the night was like water and the bright moon was like frost, and the "year-old examination" was completed.
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When Nan Yi left the small courtyard of the school, a group of classmates immediately gathered around him and asked him how he composed the essay.
After all, everyone saw the way Mo Rufeng was attracted by Nan Yi's article.
Not only were the other two invigilators curious, but Nan Yi's classmates were also curious.
Nan Yi said modestly: "It's probably because of the strange ideas and tricky angles I wrote that the examiner was stunned for a moment. It's nothing."
Others want to ask more about the specific content. Nan Yi didn't want to answer, but just pushed Song Zhong, and then said: "It's late and the sky is dark. Let's go back and rest early."
After saying that, Nan Yi and Song Zhong walked out together.
Seeing this, the others had no choice but to put aside their curiosity and ask questions.
Before walking out of the crowd, Nan Yi glanced at Zhou Qing intentionally or unintentionally: the aura was still there, and the ink spirit was still in the ink pen carried by Zhou Qing.
Song Zhong could see that Nan Yi was just too disturbed and wanted to hide away from the crowd, so he had no doubts when he followed Nan Yi out.
After walking a few steps, Song Zhong smiled and asked, "Brother Nan wrote a novel?"
He knew Nan Yi's "Yi Ming" identity, so he could guess it better than other classmates. After all, except for novels and stories, it is difficult for people to be fascinated by ordinary article genres.
Facing Song Zhong, Nan Yi did not need to hide too much. He simply nodded his head and replied: "Yes, it is indeed a good novel. It wrote a story about poor villagers in the county a hundred years later. It used strangeness to solve the problem and correct the problem. The way to combine the questions may be a coincidence, just like the invigilator."
"Break it together to make it strange, and combine it to make it right?" Song Zhong savored it for a moment and sighed, "Brother Nan is indeed a great talent. His casual words can be regarded as good words and aphorisms."
Hearing this, Nan Yi's heart suddenly tightened. Looking at the dim sky around him, he had a vague illusion that he might be being watched.
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