These five questions left Xu Mo speechless, both amused and exasperated.
"Brother, you should take a rest," Fang Heng advised.
Wen Zhiyun also said, "From a medical point of view, the eyes should not be used for a long time. If you use them for too long, your vision will become blurred, which is an incurable disease."
Xu Mo was still thinking.
The long banquet, which had been silent all along, slowly began to speak.
However, instead of offering advice, I offered a different perspective: "Brother, sitting and reading all the time will only make you irritable and restless. Why don't you go outside for a walk and see what's going on? You might gain a different understanding."
The world in books is indeed vast, but if you only stay in the book, you're just talking theory without practice.
There are many things that you still need to see with your own eyes and observe in a down-to-earth manner.
Xu Mo understood, quickly got up, picked up the two books, and left the dilapidated temple.
He was reading about people's livelihood, grains, and farmland.
The book can only give a general description, but there really are fields at the entrance of the village.
The New Year has just passed, and February has arrived. The originally sharp cold wind has become milder, and the wheat seedlings buried deep under the grass and grain are gradually sprouting and stretching out their slender bodies.
In another month or two, the people will compost their excrement into fertilizer, crush it, dry it into fine powder, and spread it evenly on the wheat fields, just waiting for spring to arrive, for the wheat seedlings to grow to towering heights and bloom with beautiful wheat ears.
The people planted wheat, and the wheat grew ears of grain. The wheat ears contained wheat grains, which fed the people. The people excreted their waste, which fermented into fertilizer and covered the wheat again.
This is what a cycle is all about.
Xu Mo took a deep breath of the fragrance of spring, returned to the dilapidated temple, and his inspiration flowed freely, allowing him to write with divine inspiration.
Jiang Sheng, an illiterate man who could barely read, watched in astonishment.
Soon, it will be mid-February.
The county-level examinations, which were conducted in full swing, have begun.
Fang Heng untied the old donkey early in the morning and transferred the well-fed horse to the flatbed cart.
"May you achieve your goal in no time." He patted the red-maned horse's rump.
Jiang Sheng pursed her lips, feeling that she should also say something auspicious, so after hesitating for a long time, she finally managed to say, "Success will come soon."
What kind of auspicious saying is this?
The brothers burst into laughter.
Xu Mo patted Jiang Sheng's head, "Don't worry, you'll definitely succeed."
The group boarded the donkey cart.
Perhaps calling it a carriage would be more appropriate, except that the horse's rear end is adorned with a flatbed cart, which is rather incongruous.
Jiang Sheng began checking the items Xu Mo needed for the exam.
The county examination, as the name suggests, was held in the examination hall of the county. Students from all over the county were competing against each other. They entered the hall before dawn every day and sat there all day, only leaving in the evening.
In February, the spring breeze felt like ice blades; even lying still, one felt chilly, let alone in the cold examination hall, where there was no fire, no food, and no hot water.
To ensure everything went smoothly, Jiang Sheng went to You Ran Ju to ask Manager Bai, and then began to tidy up after returning.
According to Manager Bai, during the reign of the late emperor, a notorious case of cheating in the imperial examinations occurred in Chongqing. After that, the bags that students brought into the examination hall were changed to hollowed-out bamboo baskets.
Even the handles of the writing brushes in the inkstones and paper must be hollowed out, and hairbands are strictly prohibited.
If it weren't so cold during the exam, the students would probably have been made to strip naked before taking the exam.
While clicking her tongue in amazement, Jiang Sheng prepared a hollowed-out bamboo basket with a calligraphy brush, a pot of water, and two pieces of dry food for Xu Mo.
There is also a chamber pot. Candidates are not allowed to use the toilet after entering the examination room; they can only relieve themselves on the spot.
Finally, there's a piece of paper proving your identity.
This thin piece of paper recorded Xu Mo's name, place of origin, age, and physical characteristics. It was his only proof of entry into the examination hall and a measure taken by the Dayu Dynasty to prevent proxy test-taking.
Jiang Sheng examined the paper one last time, repeatedly telling herself, "I can't lose it, I can't lose it."
Needless to say, they rode at breakneck speed all the way.
On the way, Chang Yan, under the pretext of curiosity, took Xu Mo's identity certificate from Jiang Sheng's arms, examined it repeatedly for a while, and then returned it.
Jiang Sheng quickly covered it in the small bamboo basket, saying, "I can't look at it anymore. Make sure to keep it safe and don't lose it."
But in this world, what you fear most often comes to pass.
Just as Jiang Sheng arrived at the entrance of the examination hall, she was accidentally bumped into.
When I got up, my identification was gone from the basket.
At the entrance of the examination hall, the county-level examination was about to begin, and Xu Mo's crucial ticket to the exam was gone!
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