The closer you get to the dung, the stronger the smoky smell becomes, and the buzzing of flies and mosquitoes becomes.

The smell was simply unbearable.

"Vomit ......"

There was a sound of vomiting, and Zhu Ping'an looked around, only to see the poor and sad unlucky boy who was sitting in the room near the dung, his face was pale at the moment, his eyes were blank, and he was leaning against the corner of the wall to vomit.

Don't want to vomit......

The unlucky child saw Zhu Ping'an walking with a Gong Jingpai, like a little girl who was blocked in the corner by a seven-foot man late at night, and the whole person trembled. Those godless little eyes seem to be accusatory, Nima, this stinks enough, you come again!

I'm sorry, brother, but I didn't mean to aggravate your miserable situation.

Zhu Ping'an could only express his apology with his eyes.

The dung scene will not be described, under the high temperature, the smell is unpleasant, mosquitoes and flies are flying, in short, going to the toilet is a kind of torture.

Hearing that Zhu Ping'an was a small toilet, the benevolent brother next door to the dung number couldn't wait to stretch out his finger and give Zhu Ping'an a hundred likes. Zhu Ping'an finished solving the problem, cleaned his hands, came out of the dung number, and saw the grateful little eyes of the poor and sad child next to the dung number, and was a little dazed for a while.

But it's also relieved to think about it.

In short, I hope that this unlucky and sad good paper will not be smoked out of order, the so-called heaven will descend on the people, must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skin, empty their bodies, and act chaotically; Let's hope he gets a good result...... However, looking at his smoked and rolling his eyes, it is estimated that it is a little difficult.

Returning to his own house, Zhu Ping'an returned the Gong Gong Jing card to the inspection officer, and continued to start his own college examination answers.

The first eight-strand question has been drafted, and Zhu Ping'an followed up with the post Sutra, which is very simple and does not take time, and it didn't take long to write it on the straw paper.

After the post question was completed, Zhu Ping'an continued to do the second eight-strand question. The second question is: The gentleman is sent to the villain. From a sentence in the "Analects", Zi said: 'The gentleman goes up, and the villain gives it.' That is, a gentleman is upward, and he is benevolent and righteous; The villain is downward, pursuing fame and fortune. Although I haven't tried to solve this question before, this eight-strand question is still quite standard, and there is no difficulty, it depends on your writing.

Zhu Ping'an stopped his pen, thought for a long time, and then after a moment of deliberation, he dipped the brush in ink on the inkstone, and neatly copied the conceived and refined eight-strand text on the scratch paper in small letters.

After the drafts of the three questions were all written, Zhu Ping'an stretched his waist and moved his body slightly.

After moving the body, look at the bright and distant building, farsightedness, let the eyes also do exercises, in ancient times myopia, but there are no glasses.

"Hey, what about you, don't look left and right!" A nearby official who was patrolling the field saw that Zhu Ping'an was always looking elsewhere, and couldn't help but reprimand.

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I'm just looking forward to it, okay?! Although he thought so in his heart, Zhu Ping'an still obediently withdrew his eyes, the ancients didn't understand any theories such as eye protection, and the theory with him at this juncture was purely because the birthday star drank arsenic and was too long-lived.

In the sight of the servant, Zhu Ping'an honestly and obediently withdrew his eyes, ignored foreign affairs, and only wrote eight strands of text in his heart.

After Zhu Ping'an retracted his gaze, he began to copy the first eight-strand text on the answer sheet, more carefully than copying it on scratch paper, trying his best to give full play to the maximum potential of his calligraphy, and copied it neatly in small letters.

After copying the first question, three more drums were heard, and then one after another, messengers brought food and water to each candidate's room. A large bowl of rice, a meat and a vegetarian meal, and a bowl of boiled water, this is the lunch of the college examination candidates.

The taste of vegetarian dishes is too light, the taste of meat dishes is too salty, and the rice grains are crystal clear and full, and the aroma is overflowing. I have always eaten with vegetables, but today I eat with rice, during this time, Zhu Ping'an felt that his mouth seemed to be a little nourished, thanks to this bowl of rice to eat his stomach.

After eating, someone came to clean up the tableware and gave the candidates a clean and tidy answer number room.

After eating, Zhu Ping'an inexplicably thought of the candidate who was in the dung room, and he didn't know how he ate for lunch.

The candidate who Zhu Ping'an couldn't see in the dung number vomited again the first time he saw the meal, and waved his hand as if he had seen a flood beast...... In this environment, it's strange that you can eat it in your stomach.

After the unfortunate and sad child vomited the paper, he was deeply worried, Nima, if everyone had eaten lunch, wouldn't the dung room be active again...... So he threw up again.

After eating, Zhu Ping'an began to copy the second question, and when he was halfway through, he heard three drums, followed by three cloud board sounds, and then heard the inspection inspection shout, "Transcription!" Just like a modern exam invigilator reminds candidates to pay attention to time and hurry up to write.

At this time, it was about one to two o'clock, and Zhu Ping'an leaned over and continued to copy the second eight-strand text. There is not much content in the eight-strand text, and it didn't take long for the second question to be fried, and then the post scripture was also copied down.

After copying all the exam questions, Zhu Ping'an checked it carefully, and at this time, there were already candidates who handed in their papers and went to the waiting area, waiting for the cards to be released from the tribute courtyard. Zhu Ping'an ignored the person who handed in the papers, and continued to carefully check the examination papers, checking them twice in total, and after confirming that they were correct, he got up and signaled for the inspection to hand in the papers.

After the examinee came, he asked Zhu Ping'an to remove the float with his name on his test paper and write the seat number, and then the examinee accepted Zhu Ping'an's test paper and issued Zhu Ping'an an an appearance card.

After Zhu Ping'an received the appearance card, he went to the waiting area under the guidance of the errand officer to wait for the card to be released. At this time, the first batch of submissions had been released, and Zhu Ping'an waited for about a quarter of an hour before they were allowed to release the cards out of the tribute courtyard.

The little official guarding at the door accepted a card and put a person, and Zhu Ping arranged for the team to hand over the card and walk out of the Jiangnan Tribute Courtyard.

Out of the Jiangnan Gongyuan, looking back at the gate, like a bird out of the cage, I suddenly felt relaxed and comfortable.

"Brother Zhu, you're finally out"

Before Zhu Ping'an could take two more breaths of relaxed air, he heard a howl like killing a pig.

You don't need to look, you can tell that it is the fat Xue Chi when you listen to the voice.

"Brother Xue" Zhu Ping'an raised his head and swallowed it into his stomach as soon as he said half of his words, because the image of the fat man in his sight was really shocking, it was like being pulled down by a group of strong men and rubbed against the grove a hundred times, but he didn't pay a penny.

What a handful of snot and tears.

"Brother Zhu" the fat man Xue Chi walked over with a handful of snot and tears.

Along with the fat man came a fishy smell.

"I'll go, are you taking a shower in the toilet?" Zhu Ping'an took two steps back, looking at the fat man as a flood beast.

This sentence seemed to touch the fat man's sad place, and when he heard the words, the fat man's snot and tears flowed backwards

"Brother Zhu, I was assigned to the dung number, woo woo, I vomited all day"

The fat man snorted a handful of bitter tears, waved his fat hands, and complained bitterly about the unfairness of the hospital test.

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