At the head of Wu Festival was a poor scholar in his forties.

The people who came here to participate in the examination today are quite wealthy, and they are also dressed brightly and neatly. This person is also strange, he is also a lifter, once he is lifted, naturally someone will send money, houses and land to attach to.

But he was dressed in very tattered clothes, and his whole body was dirty, and he looked very bad. He looks stupid, and he is a person who reads dead books and reads roundabouts.

In the process of queuing, Wu Jie also talked to him, and only then did he know that this person's surname was Qiu, and he was a member of the Jurong family of Yingtianfu, and he had been in the capital for ten years. In the past ten years, I have participated in the meeting three times, but I have not been successful, and I have not waited for an official position. His family has small assets, but unfortunately it is not easy to live in the capital, and after ten years, he will toss a little meager net worth. Now he is living in a dilapidated temple, living on the rice issued by the Tribute Academy.

Wu Jie took the exam for the first time this time, and he didn't know what the rules of this exam were different from the township exam, so he followed him behind and watched carefully.

Finally, Qiu Juren squeezed to the ruler-headed table on the side of the high platform, verified his identity, and interrogated his origin. Then the official took out the scroll, glued cinnabar with a silver mold and covered it on the seam of the scroll, threw it over, and shouted: "Go to the back and search your body, hurry up." ”

Qiu Juren hurriedly picked up the papers, put them in the examination bag hanging around his neck, and dragged the huge examination basket to the back.

There were still two officials waiting for them behind, and when they saw that Qiu Juren was poor and destitute, they despised it in their hearts, and their movements became rude.

Immediately stretched out his hand and dragged it violently, kicking it over.

Qiu Juren was caught off guard, and immediately fell to the ground, and just as he was about to scream, one of the officials grabbed him by the collar from behind and pulled him down, and immediately pulled off his robe.

The other soldier was even more fierce, and when he heard Qiu Juren calling, he pulled out his bright knife: "Don't scream, otherwise you will be driven out." ”

In the cold sword light. The man picked up his robe with the tip of his knife and cut his undergarment with it.

This knife is estimated to have been used harder, leaving a bloody wound, which made Wu Jie's heart chill.

As for the other lifters, their faces also changed color at the same time.

The official who wielded the knife glared at everyone, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Grandpa has been standing here for a day, and he has long been impatient, and he is thought that you are the master of the people. If you can get here, you have to listen to us. ”

After speaking, he yelled at Qiu Juren again: "Stand up!" ”

Qiu Juren snorted with shame on his face, slowly straightened up, and raised his two hands above his head.

The two officials crouched down. He carefully searched the clothes and shoes that the Qiuju people had taken off, and refused to leave any of them behind.

Not long after searching, a servant shook his hand and scolded Qiu Juren: "You are also from the rich place in Nanjing, why do you still raise a group of pig-headed lice, like an ant's nest?" ”

The people waiting in line behind all laughed quietly, and Qiu Juren blushed: "It's cold, I can't find firewood and hot water, I haven't taken a bath for more than a month, so I'll come and catch it." ”

After speaking. He squatted down naked, and kept catching lice with his hands, and every time he caught one, he pinched it with his fingernails, making a crunch sound.

At this time, not only did the two officials take a step back in shock, but even Wu Jie was terrified: too sloppy!

A servant was angry and anxious, and couldn't help but sarcastically say: "Good Master Qiu, stand up and walk forward." Go to the exam room. Don't get in the way. ”

In this way, Qiu Jucai has completed the whole set of procedures. It's time to enter.

But another official shouted: "Slow, this Master Qiu has disgusted our brothers enough, and he just left, how can he be worthy of our hard work?" ”

After speaking, he pointed to the place where Qiu Juren was three points below the umbilicus: "Check if there is any entrainment under his ball and spring bag?" ”…,

"Yes." The official who had spoken earlier lifted his knife and stretched out the tip of the knife, provoked the work of the Qiu Juren, and looked at it for a long time before letting him go.

Originally, the weather was agitated by the cold knife, and the Qiu Juren actually reacted and swelled.

He looked thin and thin, but the thing was big, at least half a catty, and its momentum was very impressive.

Seeing this scene, including Wu Jie, my heart was cold and I felt the same way.

These two officials are really filthy, and if he does the same, he will be greatly insulted.

Next it was Wu Jie's turn, and he did the same and handed over his identity card.

The identity check was a civil servant with an official position, and when he saw Wu Jie's name, he was immediately shocked: "Ouch, it turned out to be Wu Shizhen of 'Yang Liu'an, Xiaofeng Wanyue', I heard that you were going to enter the examination room, I have been waiting for a long time, and today I finally saw your face, slack, slack." ”

This scribe had a reputation for showing off his talents, but after taking a few township examinations, he gave up the idea of the imperial examination and sought an errand in the Gongyuan.

A while ago, Wu Jie and Xiaoge Lao Sai Shi shocked the entire capital.

The scribe admired Wu Jie's poems to the ground, and liked the song "Yulin Bell" the most.

As he spoke, he stood up and arched his hand.

Wu Jie hurriedly returned the salute.

The scribe smiled and said, "If Mr. Wu Shizhen doesn't come to this meeting, it will lose a lot of color." He turned back to the two officials and scolded: "You two vulgar villains, don't be rude to Mr. Shizhen later." ”

Both officials shouted at the same time: "It turned out to be Mr. Shizhen, although our brother is a rough billet, but he also knows a few words and knows the name of Mr. Shizhen." Others say that Mr. is a poet and immortal in the sky, how dare we ordinary people blaspheme, that is to be punished. ”

The meaning of the words is that they naturally respect Wu Jie, a cultural giant. As for the poor sour hill man just now, who cares?

It was said playfully, and everyone laughed quietly.

Wu Jie also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that such a thing as reputation is easy to use on any occasion, at least today there is no need to be humiliated.

The scribe spat even more: "You finally know how to respect Sven." ”

He was still not at ease, and personally led Wu Jie to the stage, saying: "Offended, there is a system in the examination room, and you need to remove your clothes and search for them, and the national law is like this, so we are helpless." ”

Then he introduced the rules of the examination room, saying that the rules of the examination room are extremely strict, and there are strict prohibitions on before, after, and outside the test. The entrainment of soldiers is particularly strictly guarded, and strict searches are carried out when entering the venue. In order to prevent entrainment, it is stipulated that scholars must wear dismantled clothes, single-layer shoes and socks, leather clothes must not have faces, and felt blankets must not have lining; It is forbidden to bring wooden cabinets, wooden boxes, double-decker benches, and cotton bedding; The inkstone is not allowed to be too thick, the pen tube must be hollowed, the wax table must be hollow through the bottom, and the cakes and cakes must be cut.

"Mr. Shizhen doesn't need to take off his clothes, just search for it."

"Yes." The two servants stepped forward and carefully touched Wu Jie's sleeves and collar, and when they saw that there was nothing abnormal, they stepped aside.

Wu Jie was about to go in with the examination basket, but the scribe smiled and said, "Slow, there is one more case." ”