Nongmen Xianggong is a koi

Chapter 203
When the little man was still living in the inn, the little lady went to find all kinds of delicious food in different ways every day, so he could get a lot of light and eat a mouthful.

But now Mr. Xiao Lang goes to take the exam, and the exam lasts for several days, and the little lady stays in the inn all day long, and doesn't even take her out of the door, so he can't follow him to eat some good food.

After thinking about it, Xun Yuanbai approached Jiang Mixia to discuss, "Little lady, it's a very good day, why don't we go for a stroll, maybe we can see something interesting?"

Might be able to come across something delicious too.

"Actually, I'm not interested. If Master Xun wants to go, go first by yourself." Jiang Mixia was in a slumber.

"Hey, isn't it right? I saw that when Mr. Xiao Lang asked you to go, you were very happy. It was rare to see anything. Why are you not interested now?"

"Master Xun said it all. It was Jing Yun who called me, but now it's not Jing Yun who called me. Naturally, I'm not interested."

Jiang Mixia waved his hand, "Master Xun, go by yourself. If you have something good, bring me a copy and it will open my eyes."

Xun Yuanbai, "..."

How can this be treated differently?
Damn.

Is he so redundant?

Really angry! ——
In the tribute courtyard, candidates answer questions for the exam.

There are no other noisy sounds, only the crackling sounds of candidates grinding, turning paper, and writing.

This can be regarded as the first exam, with the essays "The Analects of Confucius", "The Doctrine of the Mean", "Mencius", one five-character eight-rhyme poem, and four classics and meanings.

It takes three days to finish answering these questions. If you are confident, if you review the questions, make a draft, and then copy them, it will take less than two days. But if you have to think hard about these questions, you may not even answer the questions at the end of the exam. not finished.

Song Jingyun obviously belonged to the type of people with a well-thought-out plan. After a little thought, he began to answer on paper.

In order to keep the handwriting correct, Song Jingyun's writing is neither fast nor slow, but because of the spring of Chinese thoughts in his heart, the writing speed is not slow.

On the second day, Song Jingyun was still writing hard.

In the dormitory diagonally opposite, there is a candidate named Zhang Zhenghao, who is full of sadness at this time, and there are already several balls of crumpled paper piled up on the desk.

These topics are not difficult just by looking at them. If I write them, I feel that there is something in my mind that I can write.

While he was worried and hesitant, a drop of ink from the brush in his hand fell on the paper.

The ink stains smudged across the paper, and the contrast between black and white was all the more disturbing.

Zhang Zhenghao crumpled the paper again, and even clenched two fistfuls.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Zhenghao raised his eyes and looked around to see what kind of state the others were in.

Seeing that many people had bad faces and stopped writing, I felt a little relieved, but when I saw Song Jingyun who was diagonally opposite, writing vigorously, I gritted my teeth.

It's fine for others to be just as good as him, but it would be too abominable for someone to be much stronger than them.

Moreover, it was already the second day of the exam, and the other party was still able to think so profusely, burying his head in writing, he must be determined to win.

As for himself, he still hadn't answered a single test question at this time, and this time Qiu Wei basically had no chance with him.

It's fine if you don't pass the exam, but someone else can stand out, but he has to lose his name. This feeling is more sad than letting him fail the exam alone.

Zhang Zhenghao gritted his teeth, looking at Song Jingyun with more hatred.

His eyeballs turned twice, and then he looked at the cool wind blowing from the west. Zhang Zhenghao suddenly came up with an idea. He just randomly wrote many passages from the Four Books and Five Classics on the crumpled paper, and then It is torn into small pieces of paper one inch square, and then rolled into a small paper ball like the belly of a thumb.

(End of this chapter)