Cui Xian naturally has plenty of time.
After he finished writing two drafts of eight-part essays, he took a break and ate some cakes to satisfy his hunger.
Under the guidance of the officers, he went to the toilet again.
Then go back to the exam paper and start transcribing.
The font of the draft paper does not matter, but the content of the test paper needs to be copied in "Guan Ge style".
This was not a big problem, as Cui Xian knew how to write. In the previous six months, he had often practiced in Mr. Donglai's courtyard.
The only thing to pay attention to is that some words, allusions, and idioms must be carefully avoided when referring to the current emperor.
This is not a big problem. After half a year of hard study, Cui Xian has made up for the gap in this area.
But Cui Xian still wrote very carefully.
There cannot be any typos or ink splashes, and you cannot write outside the red lines. Even the font size has to be controlled almost exactly, without any room for error.
Once these problems arise, no matter how good the article is, your ranking will lag far behind others.
Wait until the two eight-part essays are copied.
Cui Xian blew away the ink carefully, then checked himself again to make sure there were no mistakes. Then he stood up and struck the gong.
It’s still early and not many people have handed in their papers.
Seeing Cui Xian stand up and hand in his paper, many candidates raised their heads and looked at him sideways.
You handed in the paper so early?
Is it possible that he just gave up?
Tsk.
The examinees had subtle expressions, but they could not care about others at the moment. They lowered their heads again, scratching their heads and thinking hard.
The clerk came over and took away Cui Xian's test papers and straw paper. He also told Cui Xian not to stay in the examination room and go to the entrance of the examination room to wait for the cards to be released.
then.
The clerk took Cui Xian's test paper and presented it to Ye Huaifeng.
There are not so many rules for the county examination. Basically, as soon as the candidates hand in their papers, the county magistrate will start marking them on the spot.
The front of the examination room.
The old teacher noticed Cui Xian handing in the paper, and when he saw the clerk handing the paper to Ye Huaifeng, for some reason, he actually felt a bit of malicious expectation.
He wanted to see what expression the young county magistrate would have when he saw these two eight-part essays that could be called "masterpieces of the world"?
Ye Huaifeng did not notice the teacher's abnormality.
He was anxious to see what his younger brother had written!
Therefore, as soon as the clerk brought Cui Xian's test paper, Ye Huaifeng couldn't wait to open it and start reviewing it.
At first glance, Ye Huaifeng's pupils began to dilate.
At the second glance, Ye Huaifeng's face began to turn red.
The Third Eye…
The county magistrate held the test paper in his hand, stood up suddenly, trembling, his face filled with shock and stunned, and he was speechless.
When the old teacher saw this scene, he suddenly felt subtly relieved.
The examination room was quiet at this time.
The county magistrate suddenly stood up, looking extremely excited, which made the candidates look at him blankly, somewhat puzzled.
What's going on?
No one knew that County Magistrate Ye had only one sentence in his mind:
My little brother, you are so powerful!
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