Rise From the Humble

  Chapter 84 Being transported by shit

  The word "Ding Chou" on the red paper was like two loud slaps on the faces of the experienced uncle and others who surrounded Zhu Ping'an.

  Crack.Crack.

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  Uncle Zhu Shouren twitched the corners of his mouth, staring blankly at the list, unable to look back for a long time, as if he had to regard the word Ding Chou as another word to finish the calculation.

  The other students and scholars are almost like the uncle Zhu Shouren, all of them are shocked by the word "Ding Chou".

   "Ahem, cough, I'm afraid there is something wrong with the list."

  A failed student who looked away from the first-class list, with red eyes, muttered to himself. Apart from problems with the list, he really couldn't think of any reason for Zhu Ping'an to be on the top list.

   "Maybe it's because I made a mistake when grading the test papers."

  Another student who couldn't accept the result thought of the second reason why Zhu Ping'an was on the first-class list.

   In fact, it’s just that these people don’t want to accept this result. The imperial examination is notoriously strict, and the county examination is the most basic part. Although it is a little more relaxed than the government examination, mistakes are not allowed in the grading. The county examination has a set of strict rules to prevent cheating, one of which is to re-transcribe the candidates' answer sheets, in case the candidates leave marks on the test papers, or the marking personnel recognize the candidates' papers that they are familiar with. The examiner did not read the original volume, but was copied by the scribes from other counties with a red pen and cinnabar. After several people checked and checked, there would be no mistakes such as writing wrong seat numbers. Moreover, a test paper has to go through the hands of multiple examiners, and the results will be announced after repeated reviews.

   But no matter what, these people didn't think it was Zhu Ping'an's strength at all, but attributed it to other reasons. In the end, after everyone's lively and active discussion on the spot, a unified reason for Zhu Ping'an's ranking on the first-class list was unified: this foodie who was bitten by a snake and heard birds singing, this exam, he got lucky!

  So, in addition to the titles of being bitten by a snake and hearing the singing bird, the rice bucket, and the firewood house, Zhu Pingan also has the title of a shit-lucky boy.

  The six people who were on the second list were okay, and the other people who were not on the list all gave strange looks to Zhu Pingan, a young man who was lucky.

   It's not that we have no talents, but that our luck is bad.

  The scholar student who failed the ranking let out a long sigh of unwillingness, packed up his things, and embarked on the return journey.

Uncle Zhu Shouren also sighed that it was a trick of good fortune, and slowly walked back to the inn with the crowd. He had been poor for decades and had not been ranked second in high school, and Zhu Pingan was lucky enough to be on the top list. Shit luck is indispensable, and I don't need to worry about it too much, after all, I even passed the government test. It's impossible for Shi'er's **** luck to continue, and his road to the imperial examination this time will stop here, um, yes, it must be.

Zhu Pingan, who has not had a chance to speak since the announcement of the list, looked at the crowd who left sighing at his own **** luck, and couldn't help but slowly stretched out his right hand facing the backs of the crowd, as if wanting to call them back .

  However, in the next second, the style of painting changed, and Zhu Pingan turned his palm up, four fingers together, and the **** extended abruptly, comparing a modern popular, but ancient, unknown iconic vertical **** movement.

   At this time, everyone dispersed, and the list of predecessors was also sparse. Zhu Pingan slowly walked to the front of the list and checked it carefully. There were more than 1,300 people participating in the first round of the county examination. There were more than 700 people in the second list, 50 people in the first list, and the first person in the case. List A and List B are ranked in no particular order, they are arranged in a circle, and Zhu Pingan is located in the core of a small circle in List A. The head of the desk also only has the seat number "Jiazi". Judging from the seat number, it should be the person sitting in front. It is quite far away from me, so it has no effect at all.

  Backing back to the inn, the students and scholars in the lobby congratulated Zhu Pingan on the first place in high school in a playful tone.

  Zhu Ping'an thanked them one by one, as if he didn't hear their banter.

  True gold is not afraid of fire, Zhu Pingan doesn't bother arguing with them, it's meaningless, not to mention that these people may wait for you to argue with them, and then step on you to show off. But the first county test is actually a very basic test, and 70% of the people can get on the list, and there will be a second, third, and fourth test in the future, waiting for the big waves to wash the sand and the fire to refine the gold, and Let them toss and wait until the results come out later, without having to do it themselves, their faces will be swollen by themselves.

   It will be very interesting to look at their expressions when the time comes.

  Everyone looked at the back of Zhu Ping'an leaving indifferently, and the ridicule became more intense, and they regarded Zhu Ping'an's indifferent leaving as shameful and disheartened.

   "Look, look, he doesn't dare to argue, he must be ashamed."

   "I'm ashamed, I'm afraid there is a ghost, maybe I will give the county lord some benefits."

"Shh, Brother Wang be careful, what spare money does this poor foodie who lives in a firewood house have? The county lord is famous for being upright in the county. He, this exam is just a dog. Shit luck, just watch, tomorrow's exam will definitely beat him back to his original form"

   "Oh, yes, hehehe, how can **** luck last long. Let's see how he ends up in the exam."

The atmosphere in the lobby became lively. The students and scholars who stayed here were either young students like Zhu Shouren, or those who were on the high school list in this exam. Everyone drank some water and wine, and their emotions were high. I don’t know who suggested that it is better to follow the example of the top students. For those who open the market, let's also open a market to gamble on some good luck, and see if the lucky boy who was bitten by a snake and heard a bird singing can make the high school list in the next game.

  I offered a hundred coins and bet him that he would not win.

  I'll pay you a tael of silver, betting he won't win

  In the end, the handicap couldn't be opened anymore, and the students and scholars in the entire inn lobby placed bets one after another, but they all bet that Zhu Ping'an would not win.

  So, everyone looked at each other and smiled, as if they were heroes, they toasted each other tacitly, and drank together.

   Zhu Pingan returned to the room, unaware that he was once again the object of ridicule by everyone. He packed up his things, sat at the desk, opened the laws and previous cases, and looked at them with relish in the sunlight shining through the window.

  The second exam is to test the table judgment, which is to examine the students' ability to distinguish right from wrong and write various official documents. It can also be seen that Lao Zhu's imperial examination reform really wanted to select truly educated, knowledgeable, and capable practical talents for the country. But it is a pity that stereotyped essays severely limit the realization of this goal.

While commenting on legal precedents, Zhu Pingan ridiculed Comrade Zhu’s good intentions. Dreams are plentiful, but reality is skinny. When I dream back at midnight, I will definitely cry.

  (end of this chapter)