Zhao Qianci squatted there for about fifteen minutes before finally feeling like he had emptied his bowels.
He stood up shakily and fastened his belt.
I took a step to go out, but found that my legs were numb and I couldn't use any strength at all.
He gritted his teeth and endured the discomfort, moving his body away from the latrine, because he had almost thrown himself in when he swayed.
That's a very serious matter; we must avoid it.
I finally managed to get out, clinging to the wall for support, but I couldn't move any further once I stood at the entrance to the outhouse.
Now, my feet and legs hurt terribly whenever I move them.
When the constable asked him what was wrong, Zhao Qianci shook his head and said, "It's nothing, my leg just went numb."
Okay, alright, the constable understands.
The feeling of recovering from numbness in the legs and feet is indeed unpleasant.
When Zhao Qianci had recovered enough to walk, he felt abdominal cramps again and had no choice but to go back to the outhouse to squat.
After going back and forth like this several times, the constables began to feel sorry for him.
"Grandpa, this won't do. Did you bring any medicine with you? See if you can walk now. If you can, go back and take some medicine quickly."
If all else fails, I'll come with you to this toilet.
Zhao Qianci wiped the sweat from his brow, feeling that his clothes smelled terrible.
Once I was sure I could still walk by holding onto the wall, I took a deep breath of the "stinky air" and, with the greatest willpower of my life, moved back to the exam room.
Without even washing my hands, I rummaged through the medicine kits my granddaughter had prepared. They were all unpacked and wrapped in small paper packets.
Products include hawthorn pills, domperidone, cold capsules, enteritis pills, amoxicillin, etc.
Zhao Qingyan had the symptoms indicated on the packaging of each medicine. Zhao Qianci quickly found the Enteritis Pill and took three pills.
Without water, it just choked.
After sitting on the bed for a while, I took out my water pouch and drank a few sips of water, which finally dispelled the feeling of the medicine stuck in my throat.
Half an hour later, Zhao Qianci went to the outhouse again. An hour later, he went again, and only then did his stomach finally calm down.
Because of an upset stomach, I dared not eat anything.
After drinking some water, I lay down on the small bed where I had to curl up to sleep.
The next morning, Zhao Qianci ate an apple and a few small cakes, which solved his breakfast problem.
I didn't dare touch anything else; I just looked at the various foods in the basket.
He pulled his outstretched hand back, going back and forth several times. Remembering the embarrassing situation of squatting in the outhouse yesterday, he decided to give up and not eat it.
He took out the medicine and choked on three more pills, then poured water down his throat.
Why can't we just give the water and medicine in the same way?
No, that's really true. This old man is just that amazing.
When the test papers were handed out, Grandpa Zhao was afraid that something might happen to him today, so he answered the questions as quickly as possible, and his previous leisurely demeanor was gone.
After finishing the questions and handing in the paper, the old man had plenty of time left. With nothing to do and a craving for food, he finally restrained himself and decided to go to sleep—sleep is healthier.
However, before going to sleep, he sprinkled a little bit of snake and insect repellent powder around himself.
Fortunately, the examination rooms were all open-air, so the smell wasn't too strong.
The fever subsided quickly, and the old man, feeling fine, slept soundly until the world turned dark.
The young people next door, who had never smelled such strange odors before, felt uncomfortable and nervous because of the hot weather.
Its performance was more or less affected.
Wu Heping, who had previously stopped Zhao Qianci from eating less next time, felt like a million grass mud horses were running through his mind.
"This old man is a trap. It's like putting a sack over his head and cursing him to never pass the imperial examination."
Wu Heping cursed Zhao Qianci countless times in his heart.
The strange smell persisted, and Wu Heping felt like he was being poisoned. He bit his tongue several times, trying to stay awake.
I quickly copied the contents of the draft paper onto the exam paper, checked it carefully, tidied it up, rang the bell, and then dramatically fainted.
The official in charge of anonymizing the papers was startled. What was going on? Was he handing in his paper or not? Why was his head pressed down on the paper and not moving?
I nudged him and realized he had fainted.
They quickly summoned the constables, who first lifted Wu Heping's head and then covered up the examination paper.
Only then did the yamen runners open the door to the examination room and carry Wu Heping out, along with his examination basket and all his belongings.
Zhao Qianci, who was fast asleep next door, had no idea of the terrible things he had done.
When it was time for the examinees to go to the restroom, Zhao Qianci slowly woke up.
I shook my sleepy head, went to the outhouse, and went back to sleep, intending to sleep until the very last minute before handing in my exam.
Wu Heping was carried out, and the doctor in the examination room took his pulse and found that his symptoms were a bit strange. On the one hand, he had heatstroke, and on the other hand, he seemed to be poisoned.
In reality, Wu Heping suffered from heatstroke and allergies.
He was simply allergic to certain ingredients in the powders Zhao Qianci used.
Fortunately, the doctor was a calm person. He first gave Wu Heping medicine to relieve the heat, then fed him a lot of water, and then gave him a few acupuncture needles. As for what they were for, the constable did not know.
Perhaps because he had left the allergen, Wu Heping woke up half an hour later.
The first thing he did when he woke up was think that he was going to fail the exam, and he wanted to strangle Zhao Qianci.
"I'm going to sue that old man next door. He's disrupting the dormitory order. Yesterday he kept eating and eating, which affected our mood."
Today they made some strange-smelling things again. I felt disoriented after smelling them.
Those who disrupt the examination order must be severely punished.
Wu Heping was furious, so the constable had no choice but to relay his words to the education commissioner.
If someone reports it, then it has to be dealt with. When the officials came to call Zhao Qianci over to give a reply, Zhao Qianci was so asleep that he was drooling.
He was nudged but didn't wake up; he thought he was dreaming.
When the other person pushed him a second time, Zhao Qianci, still asleep, raised his hand and slapped the spot where he had been pushed.
The "smack" was incredibly loud.
The constables who were beaten were furious; this was utterly disrespectful to them.
But upon closer inspection, the person was sleeping soundly, and even smacking their lips as if they were eating something.
The constables had to call out Zhao Qianci's name to wake her up.
Zhao Qianci actually woke up when the slap was delivered.
He knew something was wrong as soon as he woke up. Who would dare to push him in this examination room? So he had no choice but to continue pretending to be asleep.
Sure enough, only after the constables patiently woke him up did he sleepily roll over and get up.
"Officer, is something the matter?" Zhao Qianci asked, rubbing his eyes.
He definitely learned that move from his grandson.
When other kids do this, it's cute; but when you, an old man, do it, it's an eyesore.
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