493 Strong Play
As soon as Wan Changsheng left, Mei Niang became absent-minded.
"Uncle, you said it's already 20 today, why is it so cold? The capital is much colder than our Yong'an. I don't know if Ping'an and the others will be frozen. We can't even wear jackets in this weather. Sigh."
Sun Hongyu laughed and said, "Ping'an's mother, others may feel cold, but don't worry, Ping'an, he has practiced martial arts for so many years and is as strong as a calf."
Xier smiled and said, "Uncle, when my brother leaves the examination room, my mother will probably lose several pounds. Her beloved eldest son is the most fragile in the world."
Mei Niang pretended to be angry: "You are the most heartless one. When you were three years old, your brother helped you save your dowry every year. How old was he at that time? You are only eleven years old. Look at all the jewelry you have. Which girl has so many jewelry as you? They were all given by your brother."
Pingxuan raised his face: "Mom, I like my brother the most."
"Go, go, go, you little rascal, mother, when did I say that my brother was bad, uncle, did you hear me say it?"
Sun Hongyu said seriously: "No, I never said that."
Mei Niang was happy. She said that her uncle loved Xier the most, not Pingxuan. He was afraid that Xier would melt when he held her in his hands. Of course, he would do whatever she asked him to say.
"Mom, my uncle and I are going to the village, so we won't be home for the next two days."
Pingxuan hurried over and grabbed the corner of his uncle's clothes: "Uncle, Xuan'er is going too. Xuan'er is going to identify the medicine too."
"Xuan'er's mother, why don't I take both children away? You have a lot to do these days."
Mei Niang nodded quickly: "Thank you for your hard work, uncle. Ping An's two mistresses have made an appointment to come today, and I will go and get ready."
In the examination room, Ping An had already done several questions on draft paper. Even though it was draft paper, he tried his best to write each word well. These draft papers would also be collected together as supporting evidence, at least to prove that every question on the test paper was done by you yourself, and not plagiarized.
In fact, with this kind of inspection, the person has been stripped naked, and their clothes have been pinched bit by bit, so how can there be any paper hidden?
Even if there is paper, with so many books, who knows what questions will be on the test? Even if you copy what you think is right, how low is the probability?
Half a day passed and he moved his numb feet. It was still very cold today and the deerskin boots were of no use. He stood up, took out the ginseng wine from the examination basket and took a small sip. It was probably because the master and Awu took the cold weather into consideration and made the ginseng wine taste stronger than the north wind. After taking a sip, a wave of heat went from his throat to his lower abdomen, and then from his lower abdomen straight to the top of his head.
"Wow, my own wine is still the best."
Ping An shook himself proudly.
Dance?
How long has it been since I was born? Eighteen years ago, that’s eighteen years. In the past, there were very few people in China who couldn’t dance. At least they could do some aerobics.
But where would the Great Zhou have these? People would think that you are unstable.
In fact, he is a very good dancer.
The lunch served was steamed buns and hot water, or warm water to be precise. Ping An ate the steamed buns with warm water, and chewed some dried meat and small steamed buns. On the third and sixth days, he would chew some ginseng slices.
These are old ginsengs, and he is sure that he is the only one who owns them.
Ginseng that is three to five years old is not valuable, and one that is ten years old is just so-so, but one that is thirty to fifty years old is rare. The six pieces of old ginseng that Awu brought him were definitely the master's collection, and a part of his collection was wiped out after several major exams.
Of course he only eats two slices at most.
In the afternoon, after carefully checking what he had done in the morning and making sure there were no mistakes, he began to copy the questions.
Before copying the questions, the first thing to write is the title of the paper, name, age, place of origin, names of ancestors three generations ago, whether you are a good person, whether you have made any serious mistakes, etc.
Therefore, those who were in a death contract, even if their contract was later released, would not be able to take the imperial examinations within three generations. Qingshi, Fang Wu, and Wu Jun were all unable to do so, because their fathers were in a death contract.
People who are safe nowadays basically have long-term contracts of 20 years. He doesn't want to tie down other people's descendants with a permanent contract. There is no need to do so. Those who are willing to stay cannot be driven away. Besides, the long-term contract is restrictive enough. A teenager will be in his thirties in 20 years.
If you treat him well and he gets used to doing things around you, where can he go at his age?
In fact, many of the people in Master's medicine valley have long-term contracts, except for those bought from the pawnbrokers. There is no way to change their status because the government has already registered it. Once you become a slave, you will never be able to take the imperial examination for the rest of your life.
Of course, only a few people who could actually pass the imperial examination could reach this stage, even if they were of good family background. The imperial examination was a standard single-plank bridge.
At the end of the first day of the exam, Ping An was still in good spirits.
The next day, he started doing arithmetic.
Among the four major math questions, only one was relatively simple, and the other three were more difficult than the other. Ping An was very happy after doing the math. It was very likely that God was helping him in this exam, especially the last two questions. He estimated that few people could get them right. Fu An was not afraid of this, as he was still very good at arithmetic.
It only took half a morning to finish all the arithmetic problems.
He did not rush to check, but took a sip of ginseng wine to warm his stomach, then stretched his limbs and did some movements that he thought were cool.
Only then did I think over the questions over and over again, and naturally I got them all correct.
Don't rush to copy the questions, he wrote the poem first and copied it together in the afternoon.
There are three sessions in the imperial examination, each lasting three days. Unlike the provincial examination, after each session, the candidates can go home, replenish calories, wash up, and go again in the early morning of the fourth day.
He had to copy the arithmetic problems and poems today, and then do one of the policy essays or law problems first, so that he could ensure that he could go home early in the afternoon tomorrow instead of working until the evening.
Most candidates will work until the last quarter of an hour. The number of questions in the examination is not small, and the questions are quite difficult. It would be great if he could go home early and no one would squeeze with him.
Ping An only spent half an hour on the two poems. One was purely borrowed, and the other was partly borrowed and partly written by himself. I feel very satisfied with it, and I believe the examiner will also be satisfied.
At the beginning of the afternoon, Ping'an had copied all the papers for the day and admired them. Over the years, his handwriting had been forced to reach the master level by the two teachers.
Needless to say, the handwriting is clear, the characters are round and strong, and the paper is neat. He himself feels comfortable reading it, and every stroke is just right.
After hanging the papers up, he carefully put them away in the exam basket.
There was still an hour before dark, which was enough time for him to finish a policy essay. Over the years, the teacher had asked him to write countless policy essays, covering all aspects, including today's topic.
As the old saying goes, a strict teacher produces excellent students. This is true. When he was sixteen or seventeen years old, he was beaten by his teacher. Of course, it would not last more than a day before he was beaten by his grandfather. He was in his fifties and was still chased and beaten by his father. I am afraid he was the only one in the world who did this.
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