Ling Yun was not aware of the invigilator's actions at all.
At this time, he was sleeping soundly in his dream, kissing the Duke of Zhou and chatting and laughing happily to stimulate his literary thoughts.
How to promote literary thinking?
One bowl of tea moisturizes the throat, two bowls relieve the loneliness, and three bowls of tea search the dry intestines. There are only five thousand volumes of text. This is to promote literary thinking.
At that time, there was a smile on the corner of my mouth from time to time, and I was full of thoughts.
After half an hour, Ling Yun opened his eyes, yawned and stretched.
He looked at the test paper and found that it seemed to be inconsistent with the position where he had placed it. He suspected that it had been tampered with, and his vague consciousness suddenly woke up.
In a panic, I took down the test papers and drafts from the desk, checked them back and forth, and found that they were not lost or damaged, and then I breathed a sigh of relief.
I sighed to myself, luckily it was okay.
After thinking about it carefully, it should be that the invigilator passed by and started to read it. Otherwise, with how firmly he pressed the test paper, it would not be like this in the autumn breeze.
After he figured out the reason, he stopped worrying about it. Instead, he turned his mind back to the test questions and continued to read and answer the questions.
By the beginning of the Shen Dynasty, he had already completed the drafts of the four books and four questions. When the last word was added, it heralded the completion of today.
Ling Yun did not rush to make progress, but stopped writing to check for omissions and fill in the gaps.
At dinner time, the waiter brought the food.
However, he did not eat directly, but put the rice into the small pot with great interest and cooked it into porridge to drink.
When he thought about having porridge, he realized that he had forgotten to bring some millet, so he had to make do with the rice in the examination room.
As far as the conditions of Gongyuan are concerned, they are indeed better than the previous exams.
After drinking a bowl of porridge, he was satisfied and continued to review the questions he had completed today.
The reason is that at this time, it is too early to go to bed.
He had no plans to do the questions at night. First, he had designated a plan for himself. Four questions on the first day, three questions on the second day...
And there are only candles at night. If you accidentally get the wax oil dripping from the candle on the test paper when you are doing the questions, it will be a big loss out of a small gain!
The neatness of the test paper symbolizes the examiner's impression score.
Don’t underestimate it. In ancient times, examiners required the neatness of test papers. If the paper was opened, it would give the examiner a sloppy image. Even if the test paper was made into a flower, it might not catch the eye of the examiner.
Furthermore, some careless people dozed off while writing the test paper at night because they did not take a nap.
If he accidentally tipped the candle over and ignited the test paper, he was destined to miss the provincial examination.
Ling Yun first browsed through the questions, then compared the answers, and then thought about it.
Think about this question and see if there is another perfect answer. If so, change it. If not, continue to the next question.
I have to say that the examination room was extremely quiet, not even the sound of cicadas.
If you are tired or tired, take a nap, close your eyes and rest your mind, recharge your batteries, and you will not be affected at all.
However, during dinner time, there would be some noise, which was the sound of the guards walking back and forth.
The candidates present are not allowed to make any noise. Those present are all people who have been in the examination room many times, so they naturally understand this.
The sky gradually darkened, until Ling Yun couldn't see the test paper clearly, and the movement of Ling Yun's hand stopped.
I packed up the paper, ink, pen and inkstone, picked a safe location, and placed them neatly in two piles.
He took out a handkerchief in his bag, dipped it in some water, wiped his hands and face clean, then leaned against the wooden board and closed his eyes to rest.
It is said to be a rest, but it is not the case. Even if I close my eyes, my mind is filled with the topics of the four books I wrote today.
If any idea comes to Ling Yun's mind, he will write it down in the place where he placed extra paper, ink, pen and inkstone.
This is the cleverness of Ling Yun. He did not put all the paper, ink, pen and inkstone together, but put them in two places. This made it easier to record down what came to mind when he couldn't sleep at night and was thinking about a problem.
The next day, Ling Yun began to read the topics of the Five Classics. Before entering the state, his thoughts were somewhat blocked. After entering the state, his thinking speed could be described as flowing clouds and flowing water.
By almost five o'clock in the afternoon, the five questions on the Five Classics were basically completed, with only a few minor changes and polishes needed.
When Ling Yun wrote the last word, he shocked himself.
On the second night, sounds began to appear around Ling Yun.
Puzzled, he listened carefully and realized that the voice came from his brother across the wall.
I don't know if it was because he couldn't answer the test questions, but the brother sighed against the bare wall. The sighs kept coming and gave him a headache.
The noise at night was even worse, with snoring and sighing intertwined together. A sigh and a snoring made Ling Yun's scalp numb.
I thought to myself, could this be the legendary symphony of destiny?
That night, Ling Yun was shaken by the two intertwined sounds, causing him to toss and turn and unable to sleep at night.
So on the morning of the third day, he was not as energetic as before, but instead looked depressed, and his whole person looked extremely haggard. I really want to thank this sigh brother, it is really touching my ears!
Ling Yun, who was hung up and tired, had no choice but to stand up and stretch his muscles, and then wiped his cheeks with cold water, which restored his energy a little.
It's a pity that I had finished the test questions two days before, otherwise I would have been really worried that I wouldn't have enough time.
The next task is to transfer the answers on the draft to the test paper.
Ling Yun handed over the answers very slowly, one stroke at a time, and there was no room for sloppiness.
Before noon, when the ink on the test papers had dried, I saw him tiptoeing and carefully checking the nine test papers again.
Looking at the neat and comprehensive test paper, Ling Yun smiled happily, this was his result.
Roll up the nine test papers and put them away until the sound of the cloud board sounds, which means that the paper can be handed in.
The rural examination is different from other examinations in that papers can be submitted in advance.
Just wait for the sound of the cloud board in the examination room, write the word "Submission" on the door of the room, hang it on the wall, and a guard will come to lead the candidates to hand in the paper.
Besides, there will be guards guarding the two walls, both front and back. As long as you hang up the hand-in papers, within two minutes, guards will naturally find the candidates and take them out to hand in the papers.
As a result, Ling Yun, who showed up the plaque, was ushered out of his cell by the arriving guards.
Then the guard began to put away his test papers and took him all the way to the invigilator's position.
Along the way, countless candidates from Lingyun looked at him, their gazes seemed to devour him. A chill ran down their backs, and their speed sped up a lot.
In the minds of the candidates, they all speculated that this brat knew that he would fail the exam and deliberately jumped out first when it was time to hand in the paper to mess with their mentality?
Thinking about it like this, I couldn't help but feel indignant and muttered in my heart: Looking at such a young age, I didn't expect to be so vicious-hearted. It's really too much!