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"Of course it's true, I wouldn't lie to you. Be good and we'll have dinner here soon!" Liu Qingxi was just doing her small part to help those she wanted to assist.
Her words fell into Liu Qinglian's heart, lingering there and becoming the foundation of her lifelong respect and trust in Liu Qingxi, even to the point of being willing to put in all her efforts for her.
Despite being a bit younger, Liu Qinglian was quite nimble when it came to work. She helped with the teaching affairs, cleared weeds, and even lent a hand when Liu Qingxi was repairing houses.
In Linyi County, where Ten Li Pu is located, the Imperial Examination held every three years was in full swing. Today marked the first stage of the Scholar Examination: the Provincial Examination.
The bustling streets were unusually quiet, with only groups of scholars lining up and moving forward slowly.
To accommodate the Provincial Examination, the main street of Linyi County had been closed to pedestrians since yesterday, requiring everyone to take detours.
These measures were taken to ensure the smooth conduct of the Imperial Examination and to prevent anyone from approaching the examination venue for cheating purposes.
Among the crowd stood a young man in white clothing, smiling confidently as he proudly stood among the people, as if everything was under his control.
The reliability of this era's examination system was comparable to modern college entrance exams. All candidates entering the examination hall had their belongings checked, including a thorough inspection of their clothing.
At the entrance of the examination hall was a separate room where candidates with food and writing materials had to go for another round of checks.
This included removing all clothing so that examiners could check for hidden notes or any writing materials.
As the young man moved forward with the line, it took half an hour before it was finally his turn.
The autumn sun seemed to unleash its last bit of heat, causing sweat to bead on his forehead, making his already pale face even paler.
"Next, Yang Yichen!" With the examiner's call, Yang Yichen stepped forward quickly and presented his belongings.
The official in charge meticulously examined each item; even his provisions were opened and inspected. The writing materials were especially scrutinized.
After about three minutes, they finally said, "You can proceed to the next round of checks!"
This is Yang Yichen's first time participating in the Imperial Examination, but he feels no turmoil inside, as if he is merely taking an ordinary test.
Meanwhile, Anan, who is watching from the end of the street, breathes a sigh of relief upon seeing his master enter smoothly. He was worried that due to physical reasons, Yang might not be able to endure it, which would delay him for another three years!
For his young master, dealing with these exams is not difficult at all; the challenge lies in his physical condition. It remains uncertain whether the frail Yang can hold on.
Time passes slowly, second by second, and the long line gradually shortens until everyone has entered the examination hall.
With a buzzing sound, the Crimson Door of the examination hall gradually closes, and the scene inside becomes invisible.
Each candidate is on high alert; after all, they have studied hard for many years just for this opportunity in the examination hall. If they miss it, it could mean another three years of waiting.
The examination hall is spacious and bright, established after the founding of Western Moon. Each candidate has their own designated space in different compartments, where they can eat, drink, and take care of their needs for three hours.
After the chief examiner distributes the test papers one by one, Yang Yichen does not rush to begin.
He spreads out the test paper and carefully reads each word, earnestly understanding every sentence without hurrying to write.
When he hears rustling sounds from those around him, he still does not start writing.
To be honest, the questions are not difficult. As long as he pays attention to Master’s lectures and completes the assignments given by his teacher after class, these should not pose any problems.
However, this is not his style; he prefers to think through everything before starting to write vigorously and completing this part in one go.
Three hours can feel long or short; for candidates in the examination hall, every minute and second is agonizing. This torment comes not only from the questions but also from the increasingly unpleasant odors that grow stronger as time passes.
Even with designated personnel cleaning at intervals, it does little to help.
The sun rises and sets repeatedly as time ticks away second by second.
In the past, Yang Yichen's complexion was pale, as if a gust of wind could knock him down. At this moment, however, there was no trace of the weakness he once displayed.
He wrote vigorously, his words strong and powerful, with a unique style that could only be achieved through ten or twenty years of practice.
Yet some things came naturally to Yang Yichen, as if they were innate.
When the Third Sun rose, the candidates lying on the hard wooden boards turned over and got up, starting a new day, which was also the last day of the Provincial Examination.
Some even burned the midnight oil, refusing to rest their eyes for a moment.
At noon, with the sun hanging high overhead, Yang Yichen exerted force on his wrist and completed his final stroke.
The answer sheet was clean and tidy, with clear handwriting, logical thought processes, and distinct viewpoints. Most importantly, within three hours, this nearly ten-thousand-word Strategy Essay showed no signs of smudges or ink stains.
Looking up at the sun, Yang Yichen quietly packed his belongings. It had been quite a challenge for him as a Young Master to live in such an unpleasant environment for over two hours.
"Sir, I am submitting my exam paper!" Yang Yichen called out loudly to the outside.
The supervising examiner nearby hurried over: "Are you sure you don't want to make any changes?"
Yang Yichen shook his head slightly, smiling confidently: "Thank you, sir. I take my leave!"
Amidst the envious gazes of others, he gradually walked out of the examination hall.
Meanwhile, candidates sitting nearby looked at each other in panic upon seeing someone submit their paper: "How did he finish? Is he done writing?"
"No way! I need to write faster; otherwise, I won't finish!"
"Who is this person? They're so impressive!"
In summary, there is no envy or jealousy towards Yang Yichen's actions.
Moreover, one can't help but scratch their head, pondering how to write the next line. Upon witnessing Yang Yichen's behavior, their trembling hands reveal their panic.
Stepping out of the gate after nearly three hours, Yang Yichen felt that the air outside was refreshing.
Although many people choose not to drink water and only eat dry rations to minimize trips to the restroom, bodily needs cannot be ignored, and the unpleasant odors are everywhere.
Of course, such harsh conditions also serve to test the candidates' physical endurance.
Simply having good grades and excellent essays is not enough; it does not effectively benefit the common people.
Waiting outside for over two hours, Anan was the first to see his young master, and the smile on his face said it all.
After all, how could this man, akin to a dark night demon, regard the Imperial Examination with any seriousness?
If it weren't for the rule that one cannot submit their paper before the third hour, perhaps Yang Yichen would have taken less than two hours.
"Young Master, you're out! I've prepared your clothes and food; please take some time to rest!"
Yang Yichen nodded slightly.
After such a long period of training and recuperation, his body was no longer as weak as it once was.
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