After leaving Zhang Chang, Fang Zhengyi chatted happily with the three examiners.
The chat mainly focused on parenting, although the examiner’s sons were basically older than him...
But Founder's advanced concept of 21st century fancy torture of chicken babies has obviously been well received by the three examiners.
Talking about making up classes is just childish!
Like composing a hundred poems a day, writing twenty articles, and endorsing two books to lay the foundation.
He ran shirtless for ten miles in the snow to exercise his willpower.
Practice piano and paint for three hours every day to cultivate your sentiments.
Before the age of fifteen, he gave 300 public speeches to develop his ability to speak in court.
The three examiners were fascinated by the various cases.
I thought to myself, no wonder Fang Zhengyi was able to pass the Jinshi examination at the age of ten! He was so good at squirting at the court meeting!
With such a strict family tradition, it is not surprising that I can pass the Jinshi exam. I can do it too!
Two examiners said excitedly on the spot that they wanted to have another one and train them again!
The remaining one is going back to do experiments on his grandson...
After all, there is such a secret technique, and it would be a great pity if I couldn’t practice it until I heard about it today!
My son has grown up, it’s hard to beat him!
Realizing that too much time had passed, a few people simply said hello and then returned to the examination room to continue invigilating the exam.
Fang Zheng smacked his lips and seemed a little unfinished.
I haven’t talked about Quantum Wave Speed Reading and Right Brain Development Guide yet.
You guys get so excited after just talking about something superficial, you are really hot ass!
Shaking his head regretfully, he returned to the examination room.
Fang Zhengyi on Zhang Chang's side was too lazy to care anymore. Judging from his state, his mentality had already collapsed.
It's not appropriate for me to go wandering around anymore. Now the other examiners are still looking at me. If I score twice, I'll have to be examined by other examiners.
There is no rush to screen reporters, it only takes nine days.
The main problem now is how to kill time, invigilating exams is so boring!
Fang Zhengyi didn't know what to do.
See the scenery? There isn't much to see, that's all there is in the Gongyuan.
Read candidates' articles? He's not interested!
Catch cheating? It’s too difficult to cheat! Probably not easy to catch.
Then I can only observe the candidates and the examination room in my free time.
At this time, most of the candidates in the examination room are in a state of deep thought, but it is obvious that there are still a few people who are messing around.
Click your fingers, touch the inkstone, play with the pen, or lean against the wall and take a nap.
80% of them realize that there is no hope of success, so come and experience the process.
Fang Zheng couldn't help but admire those candidates who were showing off their skills, especially the way they looked like they were scratching their heads and couldn't hold back a word! Ye Qing is back!
Some things and some people can resonate with each other even after thousands of years of time and space.
It must be said that it is a great performance art that transcends time and space!
But after watching Fang Zhengyi for a while, he soon got tired of it.
These people's ranks are too low and they can't even write!
Then he began to observe aimlessly among the rows of dormitories. This observation actually revealed something!
Examination houses are usually divided into base numbers, small numbers, old numbers and seat numbers in private.
The number houses are arranged in a row, the old number is the number in the middle, and the small number is the number that is undersized, making it even more uncomfortable to be in it.
Due to measurement errors during construction, small cells are naturally prone to appear in the cells at both ends.
As for the bottom number, also known as the bad number, it is obviously next to the toilet.
Dozens of people use the same toilet, and there is no flushing toilet. You can imagine the impact of this location on the exam!
As for the seats, they were temporarily built with mats when there were not enough examination seats. This did not happen in this rural examination.
Countless candidates hope to draw the old number and avoid the bottom number and the trumpet number.
What’s interesting is that the probability of candidates sitting in the bottom number wearing patches is surprisingly high!
Founder glanced at more than 30 rows of dormitories, and among them, there were more than 20 rows of candidates with the lowest number wearing single clothes with patches!
But according to previous observations... the proportion of children from poor backgrounds in the entire Gongyuan is not high. At first glance, they should only account for about 20%!
The probability of having a poor kid in the bottom number is so high, so there is only one possibility. There is something fishy in the lottery selection! If you have connections at home, you can get a slightly better seat, which will at least reduce the probability of choosing the bottom number.
But Fang Zhengyi didn't do much, he just smiled helplessly.
This is the reality. There can be no real fairness in the examination room. Competition inside and outside the examination room has always been connected.
Children from poor families are destined to have more obstacles than children from rich families.
Although everyone is on the starting line, some people ride bicycles, and some drive sports cars or airplanes.
Some people are even at the end...
As for those who rely on their legs, they can only get a glimmer of "equality" by putting in twice as much effort as others.
There is no exception in ancient and modern times.
After looking at a few more rows, Fang Zheng felt tired and prepared to go back.
It was already midday, the sun was high and the temperature was not low.
The official uniform was thick and hot, and Fang Zhengyi was still sweating even when he was leaning against the wall and trying to walk close to the shadows.
But that's not the most important thing... What's important is that there's a faint odor in the air...
Apparently someone couldn't hold it in anymore and started to take advantage of it.
Naturally, I would not choose to go to the toilet for convenience. There is a small bucket placed under each seat in the dormitory to serve as a urine bucket.
They are all solved directly in the keg, mainly to save time and reduce some trouble.
But the fishy smell will inevitably come out of it.
Fang Zhengyi had inquired about this, but fortunately he had already done some mental preparation in advance.
But when he got to the examination room, he couldn't help but feel regretful. If he had known better, he shouldn't have accepted this bad job!
The toilets in Gongyuan are not as good as those at home! When I went to Jianjiang, I didn't use the toilet for a long time. When I got home, I wanted to hold the cute toilet and kiss.
Damn sanitation in ancient times! There is always no escape! Now I have to suffer this crime again...it's uncomfortable!
On the way back to the office, Fang Zheng took a few turns and looked at a few more rows.
I happened to catch a glimpse of a reporter sitting in the bottom seat.
He remembered that this person's name was Qin Shan, a very ordinary reporter in the newspaper office, and a bit silent.
At this moment, his face was red and he was struggling with something, and he didn't notice Fang Zhengyi who was not far away at all.
After struggling for a moment, he leaned over and took out the small bucket from under the seat and placed it on the seat. He knelt on the board facing the wall and carefully unbuttoned his belt.
Fang Zheng was stunned when he saw it, and felt a little angry!
You fucking have to pee in the dormitory right next to the toilet!
Besides, how inappropriate would it be to put the food prepared for you with the urine bucket! ? Reporters from Banshan newspapers can’t be so unhygienic!
After Qinshan finished urinating and put the keg under the table with a happy expression on his face, Fang Zheng walked over angrily and said angrily in a low voice: "Qinshan! What the hell is wrong with you? Why don't you go to the toilet?!"
Qin Shan raised his head in surprise, and when he saw it was Fang Zhengyi, he blushed on the spot!
Unexpectedly, Fang Zhengyi saw all of his private operations...
He lowered his head and murmured: "Master Fang... isn't everyone like this?"
"The toilet is just across the wall from you! Can't you just hang up the sign and go there?"
Qin Shan raised his head, his eyes full of doubts, and asked tentatively: "Sir... you don't know, right?"
"Don't know? What don't I know?" This time it was Fang Zhengyi's turn to be confused.
Seeing this, Qin Shan couldn't think about anything else and quickly explained: "Sir, you must not go to the toilet."
"The test papers will be taken away. The examiner will think that the candidate lacks perseverance or is too unlucky and may put a shit stamp on the paper."
"No matter how good the answers are in such a paper, the examiner will not read it... It is equivalent to wasting the exam in vain!"
"Hey, I'm just afraid that something like this might happen...so I definitely can't go!"
Clam? Fang Zheng was stunned.
I have inquired a lot about common things about the imperial examination, but no one has ever told me about such unspoken rules.
It's so inhumane to poop and cause the rolling paper to become useless. What a big deal! ?
You can't just let people pull it into a bucket! Can I still stay in the examination room?
"What's a shit stamp? Why don't I have one?!" Fang Zhengyi's face was full of questions.
"It's just a small seal with no words on it. It prints a black mark on the paper. It's called a shit stamp. It's an unwritten rule... The examiner should prepare the seal by himself." Qin Shan couldn't figure it out. Why didn't Fang Zhengyi know about this? Didn't this rule exist when he took the provincial examination?
"Well, keep writing."
Fang Zheng turned around and left, thinking about this so-called shit in his heart.
I didn't expect that there would be such unreasonable things in the examination room...
But if you think about it carefully, it shouldn't be so strict. Examiners are also human beings, so it's impossible not to understand the candidates!
You can't stamp someone else's test paper just for going to the toilet!
It would be more convenient at night...but the exam would start again at dawn.
This day is definitely not going to be good... After nine consecutive days of exams, how many candidates are left? Candidates can get by if they don't eat, but if they don't eat much for three days and sleep in a corner, will they be okay?
Fang Zheng asked himself, he couldn't stand it!
The exam tests talent, not the capacity of the large intestine or the tightness of the anus. What the hell!
After nine days, haven't all my reporters been ruined? !
Although I don’t want them to pass the exam, since they have entered the exam room, let’s help them to the end!
If you don’t dare to go to the toilet, you won’t dare to eat. So wouldn’t my heart-warming offensive of abalone, beef jerky, and instant noodles be in vain?
Fang Zheng rushed back angrily, preparing to ask Zhang Dongxiang about the situation in detail.
On the way back to the office, I was sweating again. When I entered the room, I was already sticky and felt extremely uncomfortable.
Zhang Dongxiang was at leisure. After the exam started, he just made a brief inspection before returning to the public room. At this moment, he had a cup of tea in front of his desk and was reading a book leisurely.
Seeing Fang Zheng running back, he couldn't help but frown and said, "Why are you running back here if you don't want to invigilate the exam?"
Fang Zheng didn't answer, but instead asked: "Hey! Third uncle, where can I take a bath in the Gongyuan?"
"Taking a bath?" Zhang Dongxiang was happy when he heard this.
"Ah, yes, take a shower!" Fang Zheng replied.
"Master Fang... what kind of bath are you taking? You can go home in three days and simply wash up! There is no such condition!" Zhang Dongxiang took a sip of tea and said lightly: "It's only been three days. Is it possible that you still have to take a bath?" Bath every day?”
"What else? You don't want to take a shower?" Fang Zheng blinked.
"Uh... take a break every five days, of course you should take a shower every five days! Hiss... you don't have mysophobia, do you?" Zhang Dongxiang asked doubtfully.
On weekdays, it is normal for colleagues to wash once every five days, but now that the weather is hot, they wash once every three days. In addition to washing their faces and feet, they only do a simple scrub on their bodies.
Very few people take a bath every two days, and they are not royalty. Why are you so particular about it?
As for once a day, isn’t that pure mysophobia?
"..." Fang Zhengyi was speechless. He could understand that the common people didn't take a bath, but you, the court ministers, didn't take a bath either. This was unexpected.
"It's so hot, why don't you wash yourself if you sweat?"
"Just wipe it with a damp cloth and it'll be fine. I say Master Fang, this is Gongyuan, not your home! Who didn't come here like this?" Zhang Dongxiang looked unhappy and put down the book in his hand.
He looked at himself like he was looking at the plague. What was going on?
Fang Zheng thought to himself, no wonder he always smells something strange when he goes to court! It turns out you old guys don’t take showers!
"What's the matter with you coming back? If nothing happens, go back and invigilate the exam!" Zhang Dongxiang picked up the book again, his expression slightly irritable.
"Yes! I want to ask what happens with that shit stamp? Why do candidates get stamped when they go to convenience stores?"
Zhang Dongxiang put down the book again and looked suspiciously up and down at Fang Zheng.
"What's there to ask? It's always been like this! Don't you understand the rules of the provincial examination?"
"And don't call me shit-prick, just call me prick. It's indecent!"
Fang Zheng showed his disdain. Is it okay to urinate in the dormitory? Pretending!
"I know what the rules are for the provincial examination, but there are no explicit rules for this! Does doing this count as cheating on the emperor?" Fang Zhengyi said calmly.
"Be careful!" Zhang Dongxiang's expression gradually became serious: "How can this be considered as bullying!"
"This is the rule for all previous examinations! It has been like this since I took the provincial examination, and it is still like this now!"
“When selecting an official through the imperial examination, it is not only the talent of the candidates, but also the quality of the candidates!”
"Everyone in the court has endured this, isn't it the same for you? Everyone has to suffer this!"
"Besides...the examiner does not completely understand the difficulties faced by the examinee...the examiner will not stamp the candidate if he or she has acute abdominal pain."
Fang Zhengyi frowned and said, "What a joke! Does such hardship and patience have any meaning?"
In my previous life, I was educated through hard work, and now I’m going to do this again in this life!
The matter of enduring hardship has no meaning in itself, but it seems that there are always people who are willing to whitewash the ability to endure hardship as a virtue.
"If all the gentlemen in the court have gone through such hardship, then this rule should be abolished. You know the taste of hardship better than anyone else. How can you encourage unhealthy tendencies and torment candidates one after another?"
Hearing what he said, Zhang Dongxiang's expression unexpectedly softened, his tone became much smoother, and he patiently replied: "A scholar must work hard on his mind and body, and talent and patience are both indispensable... This is just a game. It’s just a small test, it’s nothing at all. If you can’t bear this little pain, how can you achieve great things in the future!”
"Do you understand?"
Fang Zhengyi pondered for a moment.
"I understand, tightness can accomplish great things!"
"..."
