Fang Zhengyi had inquired about this, and fortunately he had prepared himself mentally in advance.
However, when he really entered the examination room, he couldn't help but feel regretful. He should not have taken this crappy job!
The toilet in the Imperial Academy is not as good as my home! When I first went to Jianjiang, I didn’t use the toilet for a long time. When I got home, I wanted to hug the cute toilet and kiss it.
Damn the sanitary conditions in ancient times! I can never escape from it! Now I have to suffer this again... It's so uncomfortable!
On the way back to the public housing, Fang Zheng turned a few corners and looked at a few more rows.
I happened to catch a glimpse of a reporter sitting in the bottom seat.
He remembered that the man's name was Qin Shan, an ordinary reporter in the newspaper and a rather silent person.
At this moment, he was struggling with something with red ears, and didn't notice Fang Zhengyi who was not far away.
After hesitating for a moment, he leaned over, took out the small bucket from under the seat and placed it on the seat. Then he knelt on the board facing the wall and untied his belt.
Fang Zheng was stunned when he saw it, and felt a little angry!
You pee in the cell even though it's right next to the toilet!
Besides, how can I put the food I prepared for you together with the urine bucket?! Reporters from Mid-Levels Newspaper can’t be so unhygienic!
After Qin Shan finished peeing and put the bucket under the table with a look of satisfaction on his face, Fang Zheng walked over angrily and said in a low voice: "Qin Shan! What the hell is wrong with you? Why don't you go to the toilet?!"
Qin Shan looked up in surprise, and when he saw that it was Fang Zhengyi, his face turned red on the spot!
I didn't expect that my private actions were seen by Fang Zhengyi...
He lowered his head and stammered, "Master Fang... isn't it the same for everyone?"
"The toilet is just across the wall from you! Can't you just hang up a sign and go there?"
Qin Shan raised his head, his eyes full of doubt, and asked tentatively: "Sir...you don't know, do you?"
"Don't know? What don't I know?" This time it was Fang Zhengyi's turn to be confused.
Qin Shan saw this and didn't care about anything else. He quickly explained: "Sir, you must not go to the toilet."
"If you go to the exam, your paper will be taken away. The examiner will think that the candidate lacks perseverance or that going to the toilet is unlucky, so they may put a shit stamp on the paper."
"No matter how well you answer such a paper, the examiner will not look at it...it's like the test is in vain!"
"Hey, I'm just afraid that something like this might happen...so I absolutely can't go!"
Huh? Fang Zheng was stunned.
I have inquired about a lot of common things about the imperial examination, but no one has ever told me about such unspoken rules.
It is so inhumane to make the toilet paper useless because of pooping. What kind of thing is this?! ?
You can't let people poop in the bucket! Can you still stay in the examination room?
"What is a shit-stick? Why don't I have one?!" Fang Zhengyi's face was full of question marks.
"It's just a small seal without any words engraved on it, which leaves a black mark on the paper. It's called a shit stamp. It's an unwritten rule... The seal should be prepared by the examiner himself." Qin Shan couldn't figure out why Fang Zhengyi didn't know about this. Was there no such rule when he took part in the provincial examination?
"Well, keep writing."
Fang Zheng turned and left, thinking about this so-called shit-stick in his mind.
I didn't expect that there would be such unreasonable things in the examination room...
But if you think about it carefully, it shouldn't be that strict. Examiners are also human beings, it is impossible for them not to understand the candidates!
You can't just stamp someone's test paper just because someone goes to the toilet!
It’s convenient at night...but I have to take the exam again at dawn.
This day is definitely not easy to endure...How many candidates are left after nine consecutive days of exams? If a candidate doesn't eat, he can get by, but how can he survive if he doesn't eat much for three days and sleeps against the wall?
Fang Zheng asked himself, I can't make it!
The exam tests your talent, not the capacity of your large intestine or the tightness of your anus. What the hell is that!
After nine days, weren't all my reporters ruined? !
Although I don’t want them to pass the exam, since they have already entered the examination room, I will help them to the end!
If you don’t dare to go to the toilet, you won’t dare to eat. Then wouldn’t all my preparations of abalone, beef jerky and instant noodles be in vain?
Fang Zhengyi rushed back indignantly, ready to ask Zhang Dongxiang about the situation in detail.
I broke out in a sweat on the way back to the public housing unit. By the time I got into the house, my body was sticky and I felt extremely uncomfortable.
Zhang Dongxiang was quite free. After the exam started, he just made a simple inspection and then returned to his public housing. At this moment, there was a cup of tea on his desk and he was reading a book leisurely.
Seeing Fang Zheng running back, he couldn't help but frown and asked, "Why are you running back if you're not going to supervise the exam?"
Fang Zhengyi did not answer, but asked first: "Hey! Third uncle, where can I take a bath in the Imperial Examination Hall?"
"Bath?" Zhang Dongxiang laughed when he heard this.
"Oh yes, bathing!" Fang Zheng answered.
"Master Fang... what kind of bath are you taking? You can go home in three days. Just wash up! I don't have the conditions!" Zhang Dongxiang took a sip of tea and said lightly: "It's only three days. Do you have to take a bath every day?"
"What else? You don't want to take a shower?" Fang Zheng blinked.
"Well... if you have a day off every five days, of course you should bathe every five days! Hiss... you don't have mysophobia, do you?" Zhang Dongxiang asked doubtfully.
Normally, it is normal for my colleagues to wash once every five days. But now that the weather is hot, they wash once every three days. On weekdays, apart from washing their faces and feet, they just give their bodies a simple scrub.
There are very few people who take a bath once every two days. You are not a royal family, so why are you so particular?
As for once a day, isn't that pure mysophobia?
"............" Fang Zheng was speechless. He could understand why common people didn't take baths, but he didn't expect that you, the ministers in the court, didn't take baths either.
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