The closer you get to the dung horn, the stronger the incense smell becomes, and the buzzing of flies and mosquitoes becomes clearer.
The smell is simply unbearable.
"vomit……"
There was a sound of vomiting, and Zhu Ping'an looked around and saw the pitiful and 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 Gongrujingpai, 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 it, 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 describe the excrement scene. Under the high temperature, the smell is unpleasant, and mosquitoes and flies fly around. In short, going to the toilet is a kind of torture.
Hearing that Zhu Ping'an was a small toilet, the guy next door to the shit room just wanted to stretch out his finger and give Zhu Pingan a hundred thumbs up. After Zhu Pingan finished solving the problem, he washed his hands and came out of the toilet. He saw the pitiful guy next door to the shit room.
The child's grateful little eyes were a little dazed 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 to perform abnormally. As the saying goes, when heaven is about to entrust this person with a great responsibility, he must first suffer his will, strain his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, and deplete his body before he can walk.
What he did was random; I hope he can get good grades... but judging from the way he rolled his eyes in confusion, I guess it's a bit difficult.
Returning to his dormitory, Zhu Ping'an returned the gongjingjingpai to the inspection 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 question. It was very simple and didn't take time. It didn't take long to finish it and write it down on the piece of paper.
After finishing the scripture questions, Zhu Ping'an continued to do the second eight-legged question. The second question was: The superior man ascends to the villain and the villain sends it down. It comes from a sentence in "The Analects", Confucius said: 'The superior man rises up and the villain sends it down'
." This 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 depends on you.
The writing is perfect.
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 then 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 vision, 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?! Even though he thought so in his heart, Zhu Ping'an still retracted his eyes obediently. The ancients didn't understand the theory of eye protection, and arguing with him at this point was purely for the birthday boy.
Arsenic is too long-lived.
In the sight of the yamen servant, Zhu Ping'an withdrew his eyes obediently, turned his back on other things, and concentrated on writing eight-legged essays.
After Zhu Pingan 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 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 officers successively brought food and water to each candidate's room. A large bowl of rice, one meat and one vegetarian, and a bowl of boiled water.
This is 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 and full, with an overflowing aroma. He always eats with vegetables, but today he eats with rice. During this time, Zhu Pingan felt that his mouth
I'm a bit spoiled, but thanks to this bowl of rice I can keep my stomach full.
After eating, someone came to clean up the tableware and gave the candidates a clean and tidy answering room.
After finishing the meal, Zhu Pingan thought of the examinee in the toilet 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 inspection 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. The eight-part essay did not contain much content, and it didn't take long for the second question to be finished, and then he also copied the postscript.
Come down.
After copying all the test questions, Zhu Pingan began to check carefully again. At this time, some candidates had already handed in their papers and went to the waiting area, waiting for the cards to be released out of the tribute courtyard. Zhu Pingan ignored the people who handed in the papers and continued to check the papers carefully, checking them twice in total.
After confirming that it was correct, he stood up and signaled for the inspection to hand in the papers.
When the examiner arrived, he asked Zhu Pingan to take off the buoyant sign with his name written 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 submitted the papers had been released. Zhu Pingan and the others waited for about a quarter of an hour before they were allowed to release the cards.
Out of 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 relaxed 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 he 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 is a fishy smell.
"I'll go, are you taking a shower in the toilet?" Zhu Pingan took two steps back, looking at the fat man as a scourge.
This sentence seemed to touch the fat man's sadness. Hearing this, the fat man's nose and tears turned into a river...
"Brother Zhu, I was assigned to the excrement number. Oooh, vomit, I vomited all day long..."
The fat man burst into tears and waved his fat hands, complaining bitterly about the unfairness of the trial.