Chapter 277： I'm in the stink, I have a mask

Chapter 277 I am in a stinking number, I have a mask

After the ink was dry, Zhu Pingan collected the test paper, carefully put it into the test paper bag, and hung it on the wall on one side.

At this moment, the sky is already dark, and the night is as thick as ink, as if you can dip the ink into it by stretching out the brush. As the night fell on the examination room, there was also a howling north wind. The wind was so strong that the soldiers standing outside were shivering with cold.

Of course, along with the howling of the north wind, there is also the peculiar smell next door, and the one who suffers the most from this is the stinking horn.

There was the sound of a friend vomiting in the distance. In the silent night, it was very obvious. It must be the same unlucky child as himself.

So what if you are in a stinking account, just make a mask yourself.

Zhu Pingan tightened the rabbit fur coat on his body, pulled the bag on the kang with his hands, and found a cotton pillow cover from it. This is a pillow cover made by his mother Chen at home, and it is used to make clothes The leftovers are made of cotton cloth.

Take this pillow cover out of the luggage, then find a small knife, cut the pillow cover into two oval cotton cloths according to the size of your face, overlap the two oval cotton cloths, and then use a small knife Four long straps were cut, and then four small holes were pierced on both sides of the overlapping oval cotton cloth, and the four long straps were tied through the small holes.

Well, a simple double-layer mask is made.

Zhu Ping'an put on this simple mask, well, the effect is not bad, almost no smell.

In the dead of night, it is a good time to sleep, but it is best to read the second four-book essay topic before going to bed, and sleep while conceiving.

The title of the second Four Books and Eight-legged Essay is relatively simple: "The year is cold, and then the pines and cypresses will wither after knowing."

This is the twenty-eighth chapter of "The Analects of Confucius. Zihan". This sentence is also a sentence that everyone often sees and says. After reading the question, Zhu Ping'an put the test question into the test paper bag and hung it on the wall, then tidied up the dormitory, blew out the candles, and thought about it. Quietly fell asleep.

In fact, this topic is not difficult at all. In winter, I realized that the pine and cypress trees are the last to lose their leaves. Zhu Xi used only two sentences to comment on this chapter. "The villain is governing the world, and he is no different from a gentleman, but when he faces interests, and when things change, then the gentleman's defense can be seen." "Scholars see righteousness when they are poor, and loyal ministers are known when the world is chaotic. If you want to be a scholar, you must practice virtue."

So, this question is also a question of expressing one's ambitions. It is about from multiple angles that the pines and cypresses will not wither in winter, their indomitable integrity and quality, and then express their ideological realm as high as the pines and cypresses.

Soon, Zhu Pingan conceived a stereotyped essay, and then fell asleep quietly.

In the early morning, everything was silent, and the morning sun far away in the sky slowly looked down on the examination room, casting a faint light to wake up the sleeping candidates.

In fact, before dawn, Zhu Ping'an had already gotten up early to wash up.

Not for anything else, just because this time is the coldest time of the day, and there is still morning frost outside at this time, because it is cold, the smell next door is still very weak; because it is early, most candidates have not yet woken up.

So, the smell of the stink horn is the lightest time of the day at this time.

Yesterday one day. He only ate food once, and at this time Zhu Ping'an felt extremely hungry in his abdomen, and his stomach had already grumbled several times.

"Thus, when heaven will send a great mission to man, he must first suffer from his will. Toil his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, empty his body, and disturb his actions. Therefore, his heart and patience have benefited what he can't do."

Zhu Ping'an is wearing a mask. Gently recited this sentence in "Mencius" silently, took out the piece of meat that had been cut by the inspecting soldiers from the bag, forked it with an iron bar, roasted it on the charcoal fire, and then pulled the mask off. Put the piece of meat into your mouth, then quickly pull off the mask and put it on.

Just like that, chewing hard.

As for cooking noodle broth like yesterday, please excuse me for not being able to do it. Yesterday was because it was the first day, and I was almost the first one to come in. The toilet next door has hardly been used yet, and there is no peculiar smell, so I can cook a hot noodle soup. As for today, I can’t.

If you do it like yesterday, you will have to vomit.

So, Zhu Pingan roasted some dried meat and put it in his mouth, wearing a mask to chew to satisfy his hunger. After roasting, put it into the mouth of the mask to refuse, and then swallow it, the speed is very fast, and you eat a lot.

The soldiers who invigilated the examination outside were almost stunned. After coming back after changing shifts this night, they found that the owner of the dormitory he was in charge of had put on such a strange dress and covered his face with a rag. I ate so happily early in the morning that I couldn't stop my mouth.

During the shift break last night, I heard that the candidate in another row of stinking numbers had already vomited, especially in the evening when he went to the toilet intensively, the unlucky child had already vomited and passed out. The president (the examiner in ancient times was also called the president, that is, the president who checked the papers) read that his life was at stake, and he had already been ordered to send him to the Mingjing Building. Of course, the exam must be invalidated.

But the master of our invigilator, not only did not vomit to death, but was alive and kicking.

So, no matter what others think about this stinking boss who is invigilating the exam, I am convinced anyway.

In such a short period of time, Zhu Ping'an had already stuffed about a catty of jerky into his mouth, and his stomach was no longer hungry, but he still had to stuff more.

A candidate who got up early in the morning couldn't help the feeling of gushing out of his stomach. He put on a coat and went from his dormitory to the toilet to take a rest.

Accompanied by the invigilator, the exam pass on the way to the toilet, I am extremely glad that he was not assigned a stinking number. Think about it, how many candidates like myself go to the convenience. Then there is the gloating over the candidates who are assigned to the stinky number, hehe, the candidates who are assigned to the stinky number have to be smoked to death.

Thinking of this, the examinee couldn't help feeling a sense of happiness.

Sure enough, only comparison can produce happiness.

When the examinee passed by his schadenfreude account, a scene that subverted his outlook on life appeared.

In his heart, the candidate who should be spitting out the stinky name is holding an iron bar and sticking the barbecue at the moment. It is sizzling and eating with relish.

vomit

For some reason, the examinee, who was going to the bathroom, couldn't help retching when he saw this scene.

Uh, did you come here to spit at my door?

Zhu Pingan glanced out upon hearing the sound, then shook his head speechlessly, threw the dried meat on the iron bar into the charcoal brazier, let it burn to ashes, and began to tidy up his house.

At this time, the sky gradually brightened.

Wearing a mask, Zhu Ping'an packed up the things in his room, washed his hands, rearranged the wooden board with pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and began to continue his journey of leaping into the dragon's gate in the examination.

When the candidate who vomited came out of the toilet, Zhu Ping'an had already written the second stereotyped essay he had conceived last night on the draft paper with a splash of ink.

Still in a stinking account, you can still write and think! The examinee who went to the toilet was almost blinded by Zhu Pingan.

(end of this chapter)