2187 The Real World 8
The boy Mo said innocently: "The yamen just now felt that the students were too young and their knowledge was not enough to come here, so the students asked this question."
Mr. Wang immediately came to his senses, and this brat is here to make a small report. He didn't say it outright, but he was in no hurry or slow, and the mystery was gradual. Just looking at him at a young age, he was so calm, he even knew how to ask questions. Take measure.
Even if this son is not successful today, sooner or later, he will succeed.
"This official knows, you go in." Mr. Wang said.
The kid Mo bowed his hands, returned to the place, took his things, and then walked towards the Gongyuan.
After he left, Lord Wang invited the head of the yamen to whisper a few words in his ear, and the head of the yamen headed towards the yamen who had just checked the boy Mo.
"Old Jiang, you should change your stinky mouth in the future. If these students are in high school, they will take revenge on you at that time, and you will feel better." The leading yamen warned.
Lao Jiang said indifferently, "Didn't I just say a little boy. Such a small child, when he is in high school, it will be more than ten years later, and by that time, he will have long forgotten such a person as me. "
The leader looked at him speechlessly, "Don't underestimate others."
"Haha, that little brat just came over to go through the motions. He really thought he could pass the Tongsheng exam. Don't worry about it." Lao Jiang didn't listen at all.
The head of the yamen saw this and said no more.
If this old Jiang doesn't get rid of this temper, sooner or later there will be problems.
Although these students have not achieved fame, it is impossible to guarantee that they will one day in the future. If you offend him, it is unknown whether they will hold you back in the future.
The boy took the sign and found the corresponding position according to the number on the sign. This position is in the middle, far away from the exit in the corner, so there is no need to smell the stench.
According to what his mother said, the boy looked up to see if there were any leaks in the roof, and then checked the wooden bed for rest. He said it was a bed, but it was actually just a shelf made of wooden boards. During the exam, it was used as a desk for the exam, and after the exam was over. , as a bed for rest.
With his height, he can only sleep well. If it were an older child or an adult, he would only be able to restrain his body all day long.
In the academy, he heard his classmates and seniors say that every exam is like fighting a battle. To put it more exaggeratedly, it is a trip through the gate of hell. During the exam, candidates are absolutely not allowed to leave the Gongyuan, and all activities are in the small dormitory.
Highly stressful exams, one after another, coupled with poor food and sleep, students with weak constitutions are prone to illness.
The boy Mo followed his mother's instructions, and after checking everything, he opened the basket and took out the cloth-wrapped rice ball. Except that the yamen had ruined most of the rice balls, these scattered rice balls in the package can only be less than a quarter of the whole.
The boy Mo was unwilling to abandon the kindness of his mother, and reshaped the scattered rice balls into a ball, and ate it slowly.
Seeing his delicious food, a candidate in the house opposite him swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
"Hey, hey, kid, is your rice ball delicious?"
The boy Mo raised his head and looked at the person opposite, a young boy of about ten years old in a brocade suit, who was staring at the rice ball in his hand.
"Do you want it?"
"The boy nodded again and again."
Boy Mo squeezed a new ball from the package and handed it over. The young man looked around and saw that no one was paying attention. He quickly ran in front of him, brought the rice ball, and devoured it.