In the first three days, Cui Weizhen had a solid foundation and outstanding literary talent. These three subjects were not difficult for him. The only thing that made him uncomfortable was the environment.
The sun was scorching the earth like an oven, and the room was stuffy and hot. Coupled with the steaming smell of the hut, the whole person was filled with an indescribable smell.
Cui Weizhen immediately put on the mask. After being filtered by mint grass and orange peel, the air was finally much fresher. He then wiped his temples with cooling oil. His heavy head was cleared, and his whole body seemed to be alive.
He was well prepared and could still continue to answer the questions. He was also prepared after the unlucky experience he had last time. The worst thing was that the candidates next door were already anxiously walking around the room, and the table was banged.
It's like demolishing the house.
Anxiety is spreading, and the candidates opposite are also affected, and they are too impatient to answer the questions.
He started looking at the other side in a daze.
This candidate wears a strange mask on his face, and wipes his forehead with something from time to time. He can smell a cool smell from a distance. He is not affected by the hot weather and stench at all.
Add some points and it seems to be more manageable.
In the evening, he started cooking the fragrant noodles again at noon. However, because there were often government servants passing by with buckets of rice, he left the bowl of noodles unfinished and vomited it out when he felt nauseated.
Pitiful……
The man poured the noodles away and cleaned up the mess with a dark face. He probably noticed the prying eyes and looked up. His sharp eyes were like those of a wild wolf in the dark, which made people tremble with fear.
Seeing that the person opposite him finally lowered his head, Cui Weizhen's expression relaxed slightly - no one would feel comfortable being stared at all afternoon, and he didn't know whether the person opposite him was here for an exam or a show.
After nightfall, his thinking was unclear, so he did not intend to continue answering the questions. Instead, he turned off the light, darkened his clothes, and simply scrubbed his body, then applied talcum powder. Sure enough, he felt relaxed.
Putting on new clothes, she lay down on the hard bed. She couldn't sleep for a while. She thought of Ye Zhenzhen uncontrollably in her mind. She was used to holding her to sleep, but now she was not used to feeling empty in her arms, and she didn't know what she was doing.
Are you sleeping now?
The aimless associations were quickly cut off, and he forced himself to fall asleep. It was a bit cold in the middle of the night, but fortunately he was covered with a cloak, so he slept soundly. When he got up the next day, he bit some mint, rinsed his mouth, and continued to start.
Do the questions.
I finished the scripture and meaning part yesterday and started arithmetic today.
Arithmetic is considered a partial subject, but nowadays we need practical talents, and arithmetic is gradually included in the scientific examination content, mainly from "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic". His arithmetic is pretty good, but compared to Ye Zhenzhen, it is still a bit behind.
Yes, Ye Zhenzhen's arithmetic is very good, especially her mental arithmetic ability, which even he can't match.
The reason why she discovered this specialty of hers was during the time when Man Tingfang and Rouge Fang took over. Boxes after boxes of ledgers needed to be clarified. Ye Zhenzhen was doing the accounting in the study. He was reading aside, watching helplessly as she didn't even use an abacus.
She only needed to read the account books to get the answer. When it came to complicated accounts, she would write a string of strange things on the piece of paper and get the result quickly.
According to her, what kind of Arabic numerals and formulas were those? Cui Weizhen was not ashamed to ask for advice, but he also learned a lot of knowledge. His arithmetic skills improved by leaps and bounds, and he was praised by his master.
The textbook for the two of them was "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic", and because the time was short, they only learned a small part of it. Coincidentally, the two arithmetic questions in today's exam happened to be what they had learned.
Before learning arithmetic with Ye Zhenzhen, he would also answer this type of questions, but it took too long and had to be done together for half a day. Now that he has the so-called mathematical thinking, he has clear ideas for solving problems and can quickly solve problems.
, it only took half a day to complete the two questions.
The remaining day and a half was enough for him to think carefully and write a poem of outstanding literary talent.
He was too absorbed in answering questions in the morning and it was already past dinner time. Now that he had plenty of time, he started cooking noodles.
As the saying goes, if you live in an orchid room for a long time, you will not smell its fragrance; if you live in an orchid room for a long time, you will not smell its smell.
After living in the smelly house for more than a day, he got used to the smell. Even though he was feeling disgusted, Cui Weizhen still ate the instant noodles with the dried meat without any expression.
After eating, he took small steps in the cell to digest his food. At the same time, he was thinking about how to write the poem. After gradually having an idea in his mind, he lay down on the bed and took a nap for two quarters of an hour before getting up and continuing to answer.
After getting up in the afternoon, he was inspired and started writing like a master. He picked up two poems and poems in his hands. After revising a few points, he neatly copied the poems and poems from the draft into the test paper.
On the third day, he checked the meaning of the scriptures on the first day and yesterday's arithmetic, found several errors, and then transcribed the answers. It was already noon.
After answering the three questions, he started to have lunch.
He had been eating noodles for the past two days, and the steamed buns and sesame seed cakes had not been touched. He had no intention of cooking noodles, so he ignored the smell next to them and ate them with jam, which did not taste very good.
There are three flavors of jam, apple jam, peach jam and citrus jam. The latter one is sweet and sour and appetizing. He especially likes it. With sesame seed cakes and steamed buns, he ate half a jar at once, making his stomach full quickly.
Looking expressionlessly at the government servants walking around carrying the buckets, Cui Weizhen wiped his mouth calmly, feeling that he was invulnerable to water, fire, and bullets.
What is mysophobia?
Eating with gusto next to the smelly horn is the highest level.
After eating, Cui Weizhen was in the mood to observe others. The neighbors were as anxious as ever. They were either stamping their feet or pounding the table, and the papers were turned over with a clatter. The man opposite him was no longer as leisurely as observing others on the first day, and was sweating profusely.
He was writing furiously, and it looked like he hadn't finished his arithmetic yet. He was scratching his head and ears anxiously, and his hair was a mess.
Tsk.
No matter how much attention is paid to the image of a scholar, once he enters the room, his image will be gone, and he will be worse than a farmer digging in the fields.
Cui Weizhen had the weapon of talcum powder, so he was not afraid of being sweaty and hot. The man opposite him had already stripped down to his tunic, with the skirt open, revealing a piece of white ribs.
If he hadn't been worried about the final bottom line, he might have gone shirtless.
Cui Weizhen shook his head and looked away, checked the test paper again, went back to bed and lay down for half an hour before getting up. He did not dare to sleep more for fear that if he could not sleep at night, it would affect tomorrow's test.
At a quarter of the hour, collect the test papers.
Many candidates who had not finished answering were wailing. The man opposite was still writing furiously, but the selfless government officials took away the test paper. Cui Weizhen took a look and saw that there was still a poem on the paper that was not written.
This time in the provincial examination, this dear friend may be in danger again.
