Chapter 275: I’m in a bad situation, I have a mask
After the ink was dry, Zhu Pingan collected the test paper, carefully put it into the test paper bag, and hung it on the wall on the side.
It was already dark at this time, and in the dark night, it seemed as if endless thick ink was heavily smeared on the sky, and not even a little starlight could be seen. The north wind also began to howl, and the sharp spring cold gradually began to spread in Huishigongyuan.
Raging wildly.
Along with the howling north wind, there is also the peculiar smell next door. The worst thing that suffers from this is the stench.
The sound of someone vomiting could be heard in the distance. In the silent night, it was very obvious. He must be an unlucky kid like me.
It doesn’t matter if you are in a bad situation, just make a mask yourself.
Zhu Ping'an tightened the rabbit fur jacket tightly, pulled the luggage on the kang with his hands, and found a cotton pillow towel. This was a pillow towel made by his mother Chen at home to make clothes for himself.
Made from leftover cotton scraps.
Take this pillow cover out of your bag, then find a small knife, cut the pillow cover into two oval pieces of cotton according to the size of your face, overlap the two oval pieces of cotton, and then use a small knife to
Four long straps were cut, and then four small holes were punched on both sides of the overlapping oval cotton cloth, and the four long straps were tied through the holes.
Well, a simple double-layer mask is made.
Zhu Pingan put on this simple mask. Well, the effect was pretty good. There was almost no smell.
It's a good time to sleep in the dead of night, but it's best to read the second four-word essay question before going to bed and think about it while sleeping.
The title of the second four-book and eight-part essay is relatively simple: "As the years get colder, you will know that the pines and cypresses will wither."
This is Chapter 28 of "The Analects of Confucius". This sentence is also a sentence that everyone often says. After reading this question, Zhu Pingan put the test questions into the test paper bag, hung it on the wall, and then
I cleaned up the dormitory, blew out the candles, and fell asleep quietly while thinking.
In fact, this question is not difficult at all. In winter, I realized that pine and cypress trees are the last to lose their leaves. In fact, it is nothing more than talking about the indomitable integrity of pines and cypresses. Zhu Xi used two sentences to annotate this chapter. "The villain is ruling the world.
, may be no different from a gentleman, but when faced with interests and dangers, and when things happen, the gentleman's position can be seen." "It is difficult for a scholar to see integrity, and when the world is chaotic, he knows his loyal ministers. If you want to learn, you must practice virtue."
Therefore, this question is also a question about expressing one's ambitions. It is about describing the unyielding integrity and quality of pines and cypresses in the winter from multiple angles, and then expressing that one's own ideological realm is as high-spirited and upright as pines and cypresses.
Soon, Zhu Pingan composed an eight-part essay and then fell asleep quietly.
In the early morning, everything is silent. The sky is bright and the night is about to disappear. The dawn light slowly wakes up the sleeping candidates.
In fact, Zhu Pingan had already gotten up early to wash up before dawn.
For no other reason than that this is the coldest time of the day. There is still morning frost outside at this time. Because of the cold, the smell next door is still very light; because it is early, most candidates have not yet gotten up.
Therefore, the smell of smell is the lightest time of the day at this time.
Yesterday, I only had one meal. At this time, Zhu Pingan felt extremely hungry and his stomach had growled several times.
"Therefore, when Heaven is about to entrust a person with a great responsibility, he must first strain his mind and will. His muscles and bones will be strained, his skin will be starved, his body will be depleted, his actions will be disturbed, and his actions will be disturbed. Therefore, tempt his heart and forbearance, and he will benefit what he cannot do."
Zhu Ping'an wore a mask. He quietly recited this sentence from "Mencius", took out the pieces of meat cut by the inspecting soldiers from the bag, forked them with an iron bar, and grilled them on the charcoal fire.
, then pull open a corner of the mask, put the piece of meat into your mouth, and then quickly pull off the mask and put it on.
Just like that, chewing hard.
As for cooking the noodle broth like yesterday, I apologize that I can’t do it. Yesterday was because it was the first day and I was almost the first one to come in. The toilet next door was almost not yet in use and there was no smell, so I could cook it.
A meal of hot noodle soup is out of the question today.
If I do it again like yesterday, I will have to vomit.
Therefore, Zhu Ping'an heated the dried meat and put it in his mouth, wearing a mask and chewing it to satisfy his hunger. After roasting it, he put it in his mouth with a mask and swallowed it. He was very fast and ate a lot.
The soldier who was proctoring the exam outside was almost dumbfounded. He just came back from his shift that night and found out that the master of the dormitory he was responsible for had put on such a strange outfit and had a rag covering his face. Moreover, why did he suddenly
I ate so happily so early in the morning that I didn’t stop talking.
During the shift break last night, I heard that the candidate in the other row had already vomited. Especially during the intensive toilet breaks in the evening, the unlucky child had already vomited and passed out. Mr. President, the Ancient Examiner
Also known as the president, that is, the president was thinking that his life was at stake when grading the exam, and someone had already sent him to the Mingjing Tower. Of course, the exam must be cancelled.
But our proctor, not only did not vomit to death, but he was jumping up and down.
Therefore, no matter what other people think of this bad guy who is proctoring the exam, I am convinced anyway.
In such a short time, Zhu Ping'an had stuffed almost a pound of dried meat into his mouth. His stomach was no longer hungry, but he still had to stuff more. In extreme cases, he would be 100% full.
A candidate who woke up early in the morning couldn't help but feel the gushing feeling in his stomach. He put on a coat and went from his dormitory to the toilet to rest.
Accompanied by the invigilator, I was walking on the way to the toilet. I was extremely glad that he was not assigned to the bad number. Think about it, how many candidates like me had to go to the toilet for convenience. Then I expressed my regret for being assigned to the bad number.
The candidates were so gloating about their misfortune, haha, the candidates with the bad grades should be tortured to death.
Thinking of this, the candidate couldn't help but feel a sense of happiness.
Sure enough, comparison can create a sense of happiness.
When this candidate passed by his stinky sign that was gloating about his misfortune, a scene occurred that overturned his outlook on life.
The examinee who should be vomiting in his heart was currently holding an iron bar and inserting a barbecue into it, making a sizzling sound and eating with gusto.
For some reason, the examinee who was going to the toilet couldn't help but retched when he saw this scene.
Uh, did you come here specifically to vomit at my door?
Zhu Pingan glanced outside when he heard the sound, then shook his head speechlessly, threw the dried meat on the iron bar into the charcoal brazier, let it burn to ashes, and began to clean up his dormitory.
At this time, the sky was gradually getting brighter.
Wearing a mask, Zhu Ping'an packed up the things in his room, washed his hands, arranged the wooden board with pens, ink, paper and inkstones again, and began to continue his journey of leaping through the dragon's gate.
When the examinee who had vomited came out of the toilet, Zhu Ping'an had already copied the second eight-part essay he had conceived last night on the draft paper with a splash of ink. He wrote it quickly and without adding any points, and finished it in one go.
Even though he was in a bad cell, he was still able to express his thoughts. This candidate who went to the toilet was blinded by Zhu Pingliang. To be continued