After two days and two nights of non-stop reviewing, all the answer sheets of nearly 40,000 people were reviewed.
To be honest, if Confucianism and Taoism had not enhanced the five senses, so many answer papers would never have been completed in two days.
Even so, many of the internal and external examiners were exhausted, and they all went to their official rooms to rest, leaving only a group of chief and deputy examiners gathered at the examination room.
They can't rest now. The results will be released at 10:00 tomorrow. Before that, they have to open the envelope and determine the winner and their ranking based on the total score of the candidates.
But at this step, you only need to record the votes according to the evaluation of different colors, and then summarize the rankings, no need to worry about it.
"Comrades, please wait for a while longer."
Zhu Tianlu spoke loudly.
"It is a great honor for us to select talents for our country. Your Majesty's words are serious."
"Your Majesty is in control of the last level. If you say it's tiring, it's the most tiring thing for you."
"..."
All the examiners complimented him one after another.
Only Sun Boheng did not speak.
When the room was quiet for a while, Sun Boheng stood up, clasped his fists and said, "I'm not too tired, but it's inevitable that I'm a little tired. Sir, why don't you take out your favorite test papers for each subject and let me look at them, so that you can refresh yourself."
"
As soon as these words came out, before Zhu Tianlu could speak, everyone's eyes lit up and they responded one after another.
"Master Sun's words are very much in line with my wishes!"
"It's very, very good. Kuijuan refreshes and refreshes the mind, it's like a good medicine!"
"..."
Zhu Tianlu didn't think much about it, but said humbly: "Kuijuan is a joint decision made by us. How dare I make a decision with just one word? But I do remember a few good works."
At that moment, Zhu Tianlu whispered a few words about official matters, and three papers were pulled out.
First of all, there is the volume of poems and poems, "Wu Yi", which caused all the visions in the sky.
There is no doubt about this, and everyone has already expected it.
After passing it around, I couldn't help but admire it.
"The vision of that day is still lingering in my mind. I am really lucky to be the examiner of this provincial examination."
"Yes, the two saints read together and the heroic spirit is revived. This alone is enough to make my Daqing writing style last for three hundred years!"
"I can't wait to open this volume, haha."
"..."
Next is the final chapter on classics and meanings.
"Yes, he is mature and prudent, and has the style of ancient times."
"The writing style is concise and the words are rigorous, and it reads as if it were written by a great Confucian."
"..."
Then, there is the final paper on the policy thesis.
Sun Boheng remained calm. When the paper came into his hands, he immediately realized what he was thinking.
It cannot be said that the answers to this paper were not good.
If it focuses on the topic of "How to improve people's livelihood", this paper is very well written.
For example, farmers are encouraged to reclaim wasteland, taxes are reduced or exempted in famine-stricken areas, canals are opened to facilitate north-south transportation, etc.
All in all, in the provincial examination, it is very valuable to have such a vision, and it is not too much to be rated highly.
Sun Boheng passed the paper on and was not in a hurry to attack.
Now we only know that "Teaching War and Guarding Policy" was not chosen by Zhu Tianlu, but it does not mean that it was completely deposed.
Let’s wait and see when the names are opened.
If the candidate's grades in the other two subjects are too poor, then that's it, otherwise...
Soon, the refreshment session ended, and after some compliments, everyone started unpacking, taking names, and keeping score.
A separate counting officer will transcribe the candidates' scores that have been continuously summarized on the same piece of paper, then sort them according to the total number of votes, and transcribe them again for the convenience of the chief and deputy examiners.
After everyone checks and has no objections, the top 100 people will be the winners of this provincial examination.
In the early morning of the next day, it was finally Sun Boheng's turn to check the rankings.
He didn't read anything else. After reading it, he probably wouldn't have much different opinions from others. He only read the policy papers.
In about the time it took to burn an incense stick, Sun Boheng stood up.
There are only one hundred copies of the paper, and there is no "Teaching War and Defending Strategies" in it.
In other words, the candidate who wrote "Teaching War and Defending Strategies" was not on the list of successful candidates.
"Sir President, I would like to ask you to remove the deceased."
Sun Boheng bowed his hand.
Although he was a fourth-rank official and Zhu Tianlu was a fifth-rank official, he was a third-level official in the capital and the same examiner was under the chief examiner, so he had to call himself a lower official.
Pull out the remains?
Everyone looked over one after another.
Although it is said that fellow examiners do have the authority to remove papers, it is no different these days than in the past. After one exam, there are tens of thousands of test papers. When do you have to look through them?
Zhu Tianlu's heart tightened at this moment.
He thought of the "Teaching and Defending Strategies".
Could it be that this is what Sun Boheng is looking for?
Speaking of which, with Sun Boheng's temperament, if he were to see that paper, he would be like a treasure.
No, we can't let him pull out his vagina.
But when Zhu Tianlu wanted to speak out to dissuade him, all the fellow examiners spoke out one after another.
"It's good to be young. You're still so energetic now..."
"Haha, that's fine. I happen to have the idea of exerting the body, but my body is not strong enough, so Master Sun will do it for me."
"..."
Everyone has the authority to pull out the relics. These people just made a few remarks because of Sun Boheng's background.
Little did he know that this put Zhu Tianlu in trouble.
After holding it in for a long time, Zhu Tianlu could only comfort himself. The answer sheets of tens of thousands of candidates, including hundreds of thousands for the three subjects, could not have been reviewed by Sun Boheng by such a coincidence.
"This is a matter within the authority. Since Mr. Lu has such a taste, you can do whatever you want."
Zhu Tianlu nodded.
"Thank you, sir."
Sun Boheng thanked him, left his seat, and started searching among the tens of thousands of answer sheets that had been neatly stacked.
The others ignored him and continued checking.
Time passes slowly.
A fellow examiner handed the paper and directory to the next person. While stretching, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Sun Boheng standing there motionless.
Looking at the slightly trembling back, he seemed a little excited.
"Master Sun, what's going on?"
The fellow examiner asked aloud.
Everyone looked over together.
"Hehe, hehe..."
Sun Boheng turned around and walked over with a sneer, raising the paper in his hand: "The examiner is really knowledgeable and insightful. He actually rated a Ding Mo. I admire you, I admire you."
Ding Mo?
All the officials looked at each other.
The examiner's golden letter Ding Mo, that's eighteen negative votes. What inhuman things were written in this paper that the examiner actually gave Ding Mo a rating?
"Master Sun, it is true that it was rare in the late Ding Dynasty in previous years, but this year there is an additional subject of poetry and poetry, and there are too many unsightly works."
Someone frowned and said, "I alone sent a dozen of them out. This is not a rare thing."
As soon as these words came out, everyone nodded in agreement.
These people all gave Ding Mo more or less negative votes on their poems and poems answer sheet. Although they only had twelve negative votes, which were not as harsh as those of the examiner, it was enough to show that the poems and poems section was unsatisfactory.
"It makes sense. Unfortunately, this is a policy issue."
As soon as Sun Boheng finished speaking, Zhu Tianlu's expression suddenly changed.
He already knew which paper Sun Boheng was talking about.