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Close a window and turn off the noise and bustle outside the window; hold a pen and hold a bright future for this life.

Chen Sanlang reviewed his homework and was serious and devoted.

This state has been persisted until the government test starts.

It was dawn, and I got up and finished washing. Uncle Hua was busy organizing and getting some trivial matters done.

Put all the necessities in the test basket and carry them. The two left the inn and rushed to the test institute.

There were already crowds of people outside the examination institute, with scholars coming to the examination and family servants who were sent to the examination. The mansion examination is the second level of the boy examination, and both the specifications and rules have been improved. But overall, compared with the real provincial examination, it is still much more relaxed.

As for the specific requirements, they are different from the scenes in Chen Sanlang's memory. No wonder, time and space are different, and many things cannot be exactly the same.

"Good morning, senior Daoyuan."

He Weiyang came over and greeted him.

"morning."

Chen Sanlang smiled and replied with a gift.

After a pause, He Weiyang finally spoke and lowered his voice: "Senior Daoyuan, why do you have to offend Senior Qin? He is a student at Nanyang Academy, and many people want to give him face. Besides, he is still our guarantor."

He Weiyang didn't want to get close to Chen Sanlang, let alone give advice in person. But when he saw Chen Sanlang just now, he couldn't help but remember that he almost died of a life-threatening accident. Without Chen Sanlang, he might have been thrown into Jingjiang to feed the fish.

It can be said that this is a life-saving relationship.

He Weiyang felt that he should remind Chen Sanlang so that he could feel at ease.

Chen Sanlang said suddenly: "I want to give him face, but he doesn't want it. Then I can't just put my face on my face and stick it to others to play with - face is not worth it, but to me, it is very important. It is as important as the clothes I wear, I am a decent person. If I accept it, I can't tear it, defile it, and strip it naked, then am I still a person?"

He Weiyang was stunned by the argument, but after all, he understood it - what Chen Sanlang meant was that he was a backbone person.

Who has no backbone for scholars? But this backbone depends on how much, depending on the situation, and bow your head and bend down at will. What is it? It is easy to break even if you are very tough.

But when it comes to this, He Weiyang had to sigh and stop saying a word.

A quarter of an hour later, Qin Yushu came with a gloomy face. As a guarantor, he must be present to confirm all three levels of the boy's test, unless the person he guaranteed did not pass the exam.

Seeing Chen Sanlang, Qin Yushu wanted to accuse the officials on the spot: Chen Sanlang was disrespectful and ungrateful, and should be deprived of his qualification for the exam.

But in this way, although Chen Sanlang is going to be investigated and cannot pass the exam, he, Qin Yushu, is also in trouble.

The so-called guarantee, if something goes wrong, the guarantor will also be involved.

Qin Yushu was in high spirits at Nanyang Academy and was very popular with professors. He could participate in the provincial examination in autumn this year. At the critical moment, he was unwilling to let Chen Sanlang's rat shit do anything. Moreover, what this guy did was quite sensible. If he had a lawsuit, it would be a quarrel. It would be a big deal, and it would not be a good thing.

Forget it, let’s bear it, it won’t take long to slap. Good luck will eventually happen, and I don’t believe that Chen Sanlang will pass the mansion exam.

When the time came, a group of candidates began to line up to check and enter the venue.

The examination institute where the government examination was held was clear and broad, and the environment was quiet. The examination houses were divided into clear and clear.

Not long after, Chen Sanlang found his examination room, sat down and arranged things.

After experiencing the county examination and overcoming the terrifying situation, he is now calm and quiet, waiting for the exam to begin.

Most of the other candidates were like this, and they were a little uneasy, so they took out water from the exam basket and sipped in small sips to calm their emotions.

About half an hour later, the exam officially started. A minor official walked back and forth with the exam questions to ensure that every candidate could see and see clearly.

All the candidates here have rich experience in exams and are very experienced. When they see the test questions, they do not rush to start writing, but slowly think about them.

Remember the test questions, Chen Sanlang started grinding the ink, and after a while, he got the draft and wrote it.

The host of the prefecture was the prefect of Nanyang Prefecture. The surname Su was named "Ming" and the name was "Guancheng". He was born as a Jinshi. He was nearly fifty years old, with a tall figure, and had three standard long beards, elegant and powerful.

The prefect comes from the fourth rank official, whose official energy nourishes the spirit and its situation arises.

Prefect Su sat upright in the main seat, with a majestic look and scanning the entire examination room. There were two invigilators who accompanied the invigilator below, occasionally leaving their seats and walking around the examination hall corridor to show their inspection.

Time passed in a tense and orderly atmosphere. After noon, people handed in the papers one after another. Those who were bold and confident asked the prefect to interview on the spot - this was the same as the county examination, but with the rules, the first five people who handed in the papers were qualified, and there were no ones behind them.

The interview content is uncertain. It depends on the mood of the prefect, or the exam of poetry, or the possibility of reciting an article of a sage. As long as you pass the test and accept it on the spot, it is the identity of a child, which is different from Bai Ding.

Chen Sanlang did this test slowly, and when he handed in the paper, he was already 20 and lost the qualification for the interview. He didn't care. There were pros and cons on the spot, and the admission mainly depends on the level of the article itself.

After handing over the paper, I left outside the examination hall and looked at the sky, it was already setting sun.

He reached out and rubbed his temples, feeling tired.

Uncle Hua was waiting outside and quickly came up: "Young master, it's done."

"Cheng" is a good word, and you don't say "appear" because the words "appear" are not pleasing.

Chen Sanlang nodded.

"Return to the inn now?"

Chen Sanlang said "Yes": "Go back."

It is not only a mental job to do a writing job, but also a lot of physical energy. His body is weak and he is quite tired after one test. If the situation in the future is still like this and there is no improvement, he will be unable to bear it. The boy exam in the countryside is different, and it is a formal and strict imperial examination. There are three exams, each test for three days, which adds up to nine days.

Such intensive exams have high intensity and poor health, and will faint after taking the exam.

In each provincial examination, I was carried out of the court because of fainting, and it is common for candidates to lose their future.

Therefore, although the dynasty values ​​literature over military affairs, some knowledgeable scholars often practice some superficial skills to strengthen their physique.

Chen Sanlang was learning martial arts. According to the situation of the Xu father and daughter, what he learned was probably a profound martial arts and must be cherished.

Back at the inn, he lay on the bed, squinted his eyes and started to rest. As for dinner, Uncle Hua knew that he had a preference for his appetite and received the instructions from Mr. Chen in advance, and would not save it. He ran outside and bought a roast chicken, a pound of beef, a pound of mutton, and a few vegetables. He could almost fill up a seat and send it to the room.

Smelling the fragrance, Chen Sanlang's index finger moved and got up to eat.

"Uncle Hua, you can sit together."

Uncle Hua laughed and replied: "Young Master, this is not in line with the rules."

"There are no bullshit rules for me."

Chen Sanlang's mouth was greasy and actually became thick.

Uncle Hua felt warm when he heard this. He had been a housekeeper in the Chen family for so many years, and he could be said to have watched Chen Sanlang grow up. In recent years, the Chen family has begun to decline, and the slaves have scattered and made other plans, but Uncle Hua insisted on staying, which was loyal.

However, no matter how loyal the master is, if he is not kind, his loyalty will disappear in a cold way.

He didn't feel pretentious, sat down and had a meal with the young master.

Chen Sanlang asked: "Uncle Hua, you are from Mingyuan County."

Mingyuan County is adjacent to Jing County and is not far away.

Uncle Hua replied: "Yes."

"How many years have you not been back?"

Chen Sanlang asked again.

Uncle Hua's eyes showed a trace of remembrance, and his voice was inexplicably moved, and his voice was quiet: "The last time I went home was ten years ago... I haven't been back for ten years."

"I remember you said that you have parents and brothers there."

"Yes, haha, at that time, my family was poor, with many brothers and sisters, and I had no food to eat. The master saw that I was pitiful, so he paid for me. Without the master, I might have starved to death on the streets long ago."

Chen Sanlang sighed: "It's really not easy to be alive."

Uncle Hua was stunned and wondered why the young master sighed for no reason? The young master has never lacked food and clothing since he was young, so how could he feel so sad? What is even more confusing is that this sigh is heartfelt, and it seems very sincere and unpretentious.

Chen Sanlang suddenly stood up and walked out of the door.

Uncle Hua asked: "Young Master, where are you going?"

Chen Sanlang replied: "If you have food but not wine, you will be disappointed. I will get a bottle of wine."

When Uncle Hua heard this, he was shocked: When did the young master learn to drink?

Not long after, Chen Sanlang came up with a jar of wine. The wine was bought in the inn and it was not worthy of good wine. It was probably mixed with water, which made it look light.

Chen Sanlang didn't care, and put out two cups, and drank each other with Uncle Hua one by one, and drank each other. Three glasses of wine fell into his stomach, and the wine came to his heart. Looking at Uncle Hua's gray hair, Chen Sanlang suddenly said, "Uncle Hua, do you want to get married?"

"ah?"

Uncle Hua thought he heard it wrong: "Young Master, what did you say?"

"I'll ask if you want to get a wife."

"Oh, this..."

Uncle Hua's face turned red. He had been bachelor all his life and never tasted a woman's taste. On some quiet nights, he would inevitably have fantasy and dream about it, and hesitate: "I don't have much money, and I'm old, so it's a matter of marrying a wife..."

"No matter what, I'll just ask you if you want to."

"think."

Uncle Hua simply admitted: Which man is willing to be a bachelor all his life? No matter he is rich, poor, powerful, or ordinary, as a man, it is natural to find a woman.

Chen Sanlang laughed, walked over, patted Uncle Hua on the shoulder: "Okay, Uncle Hua, today I promise you that I must help you marry a good wife and return home in glory."

Uncle Hua's mouth opened wide, and he couldn't say anything for a long time: Is the young master drunk? He is talking nonsense...

Chen Sanlang drank the wine in the glass, his tongue became a little big, rolled up, and his accent was vague: "Uncle Hua, don't doubt, I will definitely do what I promised..."

As he said that, his body softened and he fell to the ground and went downstairs. After a while, a slight snoring sound came out, with a very rhythm.

He was indeed drunk.

Uncle Hua laughed and murmured: "Young master is still young, I'm not surprised to say something stupid. But what's wrong with me? I'm crazy with him? My wife knows, how do you explain it?"

He quickly helped Chen Sanlang to bed, and after sleeping, he fed another basin of water, wet the towel, and helped the young master wipe his face. He did all this, cleaned up the mess on the table, and left the room.

From then on, Chen Sanlang was sleeping soundly.
Chapter completed!