At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

Xie Yuheng took a piece of ribs and put it in his mouth, listening to the noise.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, Qiu Wei was so talented that some of them almost burned themselves while cooking.

But after a while, there were inspections of academic affairs and soldiers to maintain order, and the Gongyuan became quiet again.

As for the man who burned himself, he was carried to Qingfeng Tower for treatment. If you asked how his test scores were calculated, you would be happy to mention that Linyuan's specialty is zero duck eggs.

The afternoon sun is warm and the autumn breeze is suitable for making people feel sleepy.

Although I went to bed early last night, after half an hour of queuing for body searches and other necessary matters, I was inevitably a little tired. Many candidates took a nap at their desks after meals, including Xie Yuheng.

When Xie Yuheng woke up again, he was awakened by a loud sound of water.

Xie Yuheng rubbed his sore temples, and a strange smell came faintly from next door.

Helpless, I could only pick out a stick of styrax from the examination basket and burn it, and the spicy aroma drifted out along Xie Yuheng's cell. Some candidates who had already picked up their pens and read the exam questions were refreshed when they smelled this fragrance.

Only the eldest brother next door was embarrassed and cursed in his heart. He didn’t know whose son he was, how pretentious he was!

Xie Yuheng exhaled a breath of turbid air and waited until he could no longer smell the peculiar smell. Calm your mind. Fang used the cover of the test basket to move the questions out of the space.

After meditating, I feel like I have divine help when writing, and my thoughts well up. He finished all four "Zhouyi" questions in one breath, and the setting sun shone in the room.

Xie Yuheng was drinking cold brewed Longjing while making one or two revisions on the manuscript paper.

Xie Yuheng had a satisfied smile on his face, and his lips and teeth were filled with the fragrance of Longjing. There are many kinds of tea in the world, but she only loves Longjing.

The two footsteps were getting closer and closer. Xie Yuheng raised his eyebrows and put away the manuscript paper. It was only the first day, why did someone go to the latrine?

Therefore, when Qin Dongliu passed by, he turned his head to take a look at the manuscript of Jiangling Marquis. Even a glimpse was enough for him, but he only saw the kid brother calmly drinking tea.

"What are you doing, probing your head!"

The soldiers behind him immediately scolded him and stared at Qin Dongliu with unkind eyes.

Qin Dongliu immediately nodded and bowed to the soldiers, and went to the latrine with a look on his face.

When he entered the venue, he saw the rumored child prodigy in a row of dormitories and was excited for a while.

If I lend Gong's name and get a glimpse of some ideas for solving problems, wouldn't it be a sure profit? Anyway, that's all. He doesn't want to be among the best, as long as he wins the exam, that's enough.

Who would have thought that this little kid wouldn't do anything, just drink tea, drink, drink, drink! Drunk to death!

Qin Dongliu gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. He didn't notice that the soldier behind him had a long gun under his arm, took out a small notebook, and was writing quickly with a charcoal pen.

After the two of them turned back, Xie Yuheng took out another piece of manuscript paper with the title folded. There were three or four book questions in the letter. Except for two mandatory questions, she chose one of the remaining two. She chose the question "The Doctrine of the Mean".

Xie Yuheng lazily supported his head with his arm, while stroking the warm tea cup with his other hand, thinking silently in his heart: 'Being generous is why it can carry things; being clever is why it can cover things; being long-lasting is why it can become something. ’

Xie Yuheng narrowed his eyes slightly. If he could use the most concise word to represent the spirit of Confucianism, it would be 'sincerity'. Sincerity, sincerity, self-cultivation, ordering the family, governing the country and bringing peace to the world.

After some thinking, I already have a solution to the problem. But he stopped busy writing, and then looked at the remaining two. After all the thoughts were sorted out, the setting sun had already cast a golden light on Gongyuan.

Listening to the sound of water next door, Xie Yuheng rubbed his eyebrows, sighed helplessly, and began to write.

Until night falls quietly, the candidates all around have begun to eat cakes and cook.

The air was filled with the smell of burnt food from time to time. Xie Yuheng lit two candles to illuminate the small dormitory, and then he wrote hard at his desk.

I really can't stand it. The man next door who is the reincarnation of a buffalo should have finished his studies and handed in his papers earlier, and he would have been freed earlier!

Most candidates stop writing after dark. Only the homes of wealthy businessmen and high-ranking officials can afford luxuries such as candles.

Ordinary people often use oil lamps for lighting, and they often describe oil lamps as "like a bean", which shows that their lighting effect is ordinary.

Looking at the candlelight next door spilling on the ground, Brother Buffalo was filled with jealousy. But he still moved his butt over there silently, and corrected his manuscript paper with the help of a little candlelight.

I really want to cut a hole in the wall!

The little person pauses from time to time to cut the candle. By the time the moon rose above the willow branches, Xie Yuheng had finished all the questions, and there were faint sounds of snoring around him.

Take off the board to make a bed and untie the flying bird ruby ​​from the waist. I extinguished the candles, went into the space to wash up, and had a meal before I came out.

Covering her belly with a silk quilt, the little person fell into a hazy sleep.

This night was a wonderful one, with people snoring, grinding their teeth, talking in their sleep, and even some people fell down in the middle of the night and hit themselves on the head.

Being woken up again, Xie Yuheng fell silent. There were walls on both sides of the dormitory, and she was really curious about how she could fall through it while sleeping.

Reluctantly, I reached into the space and dug around, took out a pair of earplugs, and then went back to sleep.

After sleeping until three o'clock in the morning, Xie Yuheng opened his eyes and felt for a moment that he was lying in a coffin, with back pain.

Without shaking your head, it is really easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.

After checking the questions I did yesterday several times, I made some slight modifications. After carefully copying it and putting it away, Suzaku went into the space to avoid the buffalo brother next door.

It wasn't until noon on the third day, when the person in charge of the examination and political affairs was beating the gong, and the examination officers were collecting papers from each dormitory, that Xie Yuheng completely escaped the torture of Brother Buffalo.

After the first session, the candidates can have one night to change their clothes, tidy up their bedding, change their pens, ink, food, candlesticks, etc., and wait until they enter again early tomorrow morning. The same process will be followed for the second session.

The third exam, which includes five articles on classics, history and current affairs, is the most difficult of the three.

It not only examines the historical knowledge of the scholars, but also examines each person's unique views on practical affairs.

In addition, there is a limit of three hundred words per article. This is not the composition of later generations. The more words, the more difficult it becomes.

On the contrary, only by writing everything you want to express within the prescribed range can you be considered outstanding.

Xie Yuheng also spent nearly two days answering, carefully choosing his words and sentences to be as concise and comprehensive as possible.

It was night, Xie Yuheng was lying on the wooden board, and from an oblique angle, he could see scattered stars in the sky.

The snoring of the candidates, mixed with the sounds of grasshoppers and crickets, played an autumn night tune in the ears.

The stars were flowing, and when Xie Yuheng was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard the sound of two footsteps approaching from far away. Confused, he opened his eyelids slightly.

I saw a soldier with an unhappy look on his face holding a torch, followed by a cowering candidate, heading towards the latrine.

Xie Yuheng closed his eyes, opened them immediately the next second, and sat up quickly.

The general dodged the wooden thorn in the candidate's hand, and the wooden thorn sank into the wooden board. He didn't dare to think about what would have happened if he hadn't avoided it.