Chapter 135 The Unlucky Child
The closer you get to the Dung No., the stronger the smell becomes, and the buzzing of flies and mosquitoes becomes clearer.
The smell is simply unbearable.
"vomit..."
There was a sound of vomiting. Zhu Ping'an looked around and saw the pitiful and unfortunate child sitting in the cell near the feces. At this moment His face was pale, his eyes were lifeless, and he was leaning against the corner to vomit.
I really wanted to vomit...
When the unlucky child saw Zhu Ping'an coming with the Chu Gong Ru Jing card, he was like a little girl who was cornered by a seven-foot man late at night, and his whole body trembled. one time. Those dull little eyes seemed to be filled with accusations, Damn, 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 too much about the feces scene. In short, it feels sour under the high temperature, mosquitoes and flies are flying around, and going to the toilet is a kind of torture.
Hearing that Zhu Ping'an was a small toilet, the man next door to the Shit No. could not wait to stretch out his finger and give Zhu Ping'an a hundred likes. Zhu Pingan finished solving the problem, washed his hands, and came out of the dung room. When he saw the grateful eyes of the poor and miserable child next to the dung room, he was a little confused 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 smoked and perform abnormally. As the saying goes, when heaven is about to entrust a person with a great responsibility, he must first suffer his will, strain his muscles and bones, and starve his body. His body is empty and his behavior is chaotic; I hope he can achieve good results... but judging from the way he rolled his eyes in confusion, it is probably 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-part essay question has been drafted. What Zhu Ping'an did next was the postscript. It was very simple and did not take time. It didn't take long to complete it and write it down on the straw paper. superior.
After finishing the scripture questions, Zhu Pingan continued to do the second eight-legged question. The title of the second question is: A gentleman is superior and a villain is inferior. From a sentence in The Analects of Confucius, Confucius said: "The superior person is superior, the villain is inferior." "It 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 just depends on your writing style.
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 neatly copied the carefully crafted eight-legged essay in regular script. Grass
After writing all the drafts of the three questions, Zhu Ping'an stretched and moved his body slightly. Writing at his desk in such a depressing environment was really hard on his body. kind of harm < br>
After moving your body, look at the Mingyuan Tower, do some distance vision, and let your eyes do some exercises. In ancient times, I had myopia, but I didn’t have glasses to wear it.
“Hey, what about you, you’re not allowed. Look left and right! "A nearby patrol officer saw Zhu Ping'an always looking elsewhere and couldn't help scolding him.
Uh
I’m just looking forward, okay? ! Although he thought so in his heart, Zhu Ping'an still retracted his eyes obediently. The ancients did not understand the theory of eye protection, and the theory with him at this juncture was purely because longevity people drank arsenic because they thought they would live longer.
In the eyes of the yamen servant, Zhu Ping'an withdrew his eyes obediently, turning his ears to other things and only 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 servants successively brought meals and water to each candidate's room. A large bowl of rice, one meat and one vegetable, and a bowl of boiled water are 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, has an excellent texture and tastes good. He always eats vegetables, but today he eats vegetables with rice. During this time, Zhu Ping'an felt that his mouth seemed a bit spoiled. Thanks to this bowl of rice, he could fill his stomach.
After finishing the meal, someone came to clear away the tableware and gave the candidates a clean and tidy answering room.
After eating, Zhu Ping'an inexplicably thought of the examinee in the toilet room and wondered how he had eaten for lunch.
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 scourge... In this environment, can It would be strange to eat it in the stomach.
After the unfortunate child finished vomiting, he was deeply worried. Damn it, if everyone had lunch, wouldn’t the feces room become active again... So he vomited again. .
After dinner, Zhu Pingan began to copy the second question. Halfway through the copy, he heard three drum sounds, followed by three more cloud board sounds, and then heard the inspector 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. There was not much content in the eight-part essay, and it didn't take long for the second question to be finished. Then I copied down the scripture together.
After copying all the test questions, Zhu Pingan checked carefully again. At this time, some candidates had already handed in their papers and headed to the waiting area, waiting for the cards to be released to the tribute courtyard. Zhu Ping'an ignored the person who handed in the paper and continued to carefully check the paper. He checked it twice. After confirming that it was correct, he stood up and signaled for inspection to hand in the paper.
When the examinee came, he asked Zhu Pingan to take off the buoy with his name on his test paper and write his seat number. After that, the examiner accepted Zhu Pingan's test paper and sent it to Zhu Pingan. An exit card.
After Zhu Pingan received the playing cards, he went to the waiting area under the guidance of the stewards to wait for the cards to be released. At this time, the first batch of people who handed in their papers had been released. Zhu Pingan and his group waited for about a quarter of an hour before they were allowed to leave 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 are finally 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 shocking. It was like being dragged down by a group of strong men and rubbed against him in the woods. I tried it a hundred times but didn't seem to pay a penny.
What a snot and tears.
"Brother Zhu." Fatty Xue Chi walked over with tears in his nose.
Along with the fat man came a fishy smell.
"Let me go, are you taking a bath in the toilet?" Zhu Ping'an took two steps back and regarded the fat man as a scourge.
These words seemed to touch the sad part of Fatty. Hearing this, Fatty's nose and tears turned into a river.
"Brother Zhu, I was assigned to the excrement number, wuwuwu, it's been a whole day I vomited all day long."
The fat man had snot and bitter tears, waving his fat hands, complaining bitterly that the examination was unfair and he was assigned to a bad number, resulting in him only exerting one of his abilities. (End of this chapter)