I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 110 Master Jacques
Early in the morning, Jacques, who hadn't slept all night, jumped up from his camp bed the next second after the wake-up call sounded. He quickly put on his clothes and rushed out of the collective tent amid the shouts of other militiamen.

Jacques and other militiamen now live in the open space in the center of Bolas Fortress. The kitchen is inside the fortress, and the militiamen need to line up to go in for breakfast.

Today is a good day for most militiamen, because Prince Chris has specially ordered that the militiamen have no training today and no tasks to go out to work, so the morning is a rare leisure time for them.

While other militiamen were discussing where to go for fun, or going to the supply and marketing cooperative inside the fortress to buy some goodies to bring back for their wives, Jacques put down his bowl and went straight to the fortress gate.

Outside, quite a few people had gathered there. They were all surrounding a sign that announced the test results. A large piece of promotional paper with people's names written on it was pasted on it.

Many militiamen gathered there to watch the fun. They obviously didn't know many Chinese characters, but they would say you say a sentence, I read one, and then we would put them together and collectively recognize what the word meant, using the cunning of farmers to interpret the Chinese characters.

The militiamen read with great interest. Every time they finished a sentence, they would cheer. This behavior made them feel that they had become cultured people.

Jacques tried to squeeze in, but unfortunately he couldn't squeeze past the adults who were much older and stronger than him.

However, he tried for a long time, and finally made a burly man in front of him turn around angrily, raising his fist to hit the bastard who had been hitting his butt for a long time.

However, when the militiaman saw Jacques' face clearly and recognized who this ignorant boy was, he put down his fist, grabbed Jacques' shoulders with both hands, turned around and shouted loudly.

"Brothers, look, who's coming? It's our Master Jacques!"

The militiamen surrounding the sign quickly turned around. When they saw Jacques, they raised their hands and cheered loudly like the first militiaman.

"Master Jacques!?"

"It's really Jacques, Jacques from Mountain Peak Village. I know him. He's from the same village as me..."

"You rude fellow, quickly pull the master over here!"

The militiamen left the sign and turned around to surround the bewildered Jacques, pushing him in front of the sign with their well-intentioned enthusiasm mixed with a hint of teasing.

Master, what's going on? Am I the master?
Jacques couldn't believe it. He knew his own abilities. During the exam yesterday, he used the limited knowledge he had to write his name on three test papers.

Then, in the pinyin filling table on the Chinese test paper, I wrote down the only twenty or so Chinese characters I knew. In the simplest math test paper, I filled in the math problems on the first and second pages with addition and subtraction within 100.

Jacques had done his best by doing this. Not to mention the third test paper, the contents of the third and fourth pages of the first and second test papers were like a heavenly book. He could understand it, but he couldn't fill it out.

Jacques remembered the questions the teacher who taught the militiamen had taught them, including Chinese connected sentences and addition and subtraction within one thousand. He had learned all of these questions, but unfortunately, Jacques had forgotten them all.

How to do?
Jacques had no choice but to bite the bullet and peek at the answers written by his test-taker companions, that's what he thought at the time.

"Anyway, I just wanted to test my abilities. There were so many educated people here, I couldn't possibly do better than them. So, it's okay, it's okay to cheat... Leaving a large area blank on the test paper would be really embarrassing."

This is why Jacques cheated, he didn't want to lose face. Now the militia said he had become a master, but instead of being happy, Jacques was trembling with fear... No way, did I really get some good grades! ?
Jacques looked up at the top of the announcement paper tremblingly, and the first name he saw was not his own, but a name that said "Fuck you, Rem".

Jacques, who had studied Chinese, could tell that the name was very strange, but this was also a characteristic of many of the prince's followers. The names they seemed to use were not their real names, but code names.

Seeing this, Jacques felt relieved and continued reading.

"Here, here!"

At this time, a militiaman pointed his finger at Jacques, who followed his finger and saw his name at the end of the declaration paper. He subconsciously read it word by word.

"Jacques from the Peak Village of Beech Town, Jacques from the Isaac Centurion Corps, ah, this is me."

Jacques breathed a sigh of relief, scratched his head, and turned back to the militia.

"I ranked last in the exam, I'm not some master."

"look here……"

The militiamen laughed and shouted, pointing to a line of Chinese characters on the side of the declaration paper. Jacques turned his head and read the pinyin at the top of the Chinese characters word by word.

"Of all the names on the list, the first one will become the mayor of Beach Town, and the others... will become civil servants...

what! ? "

Jacques was stunned. The militia and he did not quite understand what a civil servant was, but that did not prevent them from understanding a civil servant as a master.

"Wuhu, Master Jacques, Master Jacques!"

The militiamen began to cheer loudly and make a fuss. They felt that calling Jacques "master" was not excessive. The latter already had 120 acres of land and was still a civil servant. If he was not the master, who was the master?
As for the other people on the list, the militiamen were not stupid either. They all knew that they were intellectuals following Prince Chris, not illiterate country bumpkins like them. The former were originally masters.

Now that Jacques has emerged among the country bumpkins, how can the militia not be happy? This proves the integrity of His Royal Highness the Prince, and further proves that they also have this opportunity, and the channel for class advancement is open to them.

Of course, the militiamen didn’t understand these principles. They only knew that they really had a chance, and that was enough.

In such a joyous atmosphere, Jacques felt uncomfortable. He lowered his head and thought for a long time, then turned and rushed out of the crowd, ran to the second floor of the fortress, and went to look for his teacher, the principal of the night school.

Jacques knew that half of his test scores were due to cheating, and he wanted to report himself and disqualify himself from the list.

Jacques was afraid and sad about his cheating. He always remembered that the teacher said cheating was bad. Jacques originally thought that cheating would not lead to anything happening. He just wanted to fill in the test paper.

(End of this chapter)