Ranked before Wu Jie is a poor scholar in his forties. "《"/《"/

Those who came here to participate in the exam today were rich and dressed neatly. But this person was also strange. After all, he was a juren. Once he passed the imperial examination, there were naturally people who gave him money, houses and land to rely on him.

But he was dressed in a very ragged body, dirty all over, and looked very miserable. He looked foolish, and he was a man who had been reading books and reading them all.

While queuing, Wu Jie also talked with him. Only then did he realize that this man's surname is Qiu, and he was from the people of Jurong, Yingtian Prefecture. He has been in the capital for ten years. One is to continue taking the exam, and the other is to see if he can take the position of an official position from the Ministry of Personnel. In the past ten years, he has taken the imperial examination three times, but he has not won the official position. His family has little assets, but unfortunately it is not easy to live in the capital. After ten years, he has spent all his meager wealth. Now he is living in a dilapidated temple, relying on the tribute rice paid by the tribute court to live.

Wu Jie took the imperial examination for the first time this time. He didn't know what the rules of the exam were different from the provincial examination, so he followed him and paid attention to it.

Finally, Juren Qiu squeezed to the ruler table beside the high platform, found out his identity and interrogated his origin. Then a yamen runner took out the paper, stuck cinnabar with silver mold on the cracks of the paper, threw it over, shouted, "Go to search behind, hurry up."

Juren Qiu hurriedly picked up the paper, put it into the test bag hanging around his neck, and dragged the huge test basket to the back.

There were still two yamen runners waiting behind him. Perhaps seeing Juren Qiu was poor and despised, he became rude in his heart.

Immediately reached out and dragged it hard, kicked it over.

Juren Qiu fell to the ground without any warning. Just as he was about to shout, a yamen runner grabbed his collar from behind and pulled it off immediately.

Another soldier was even more fierce. When he heard Juren Qiu shouting, he pulled out his shiny knife: "Don't shout, otherwise you will be driven out."

In the cold sword light, Juren Qiu was picked up by the man with the tip of his knife and cut his underwear.

This knife probably used a little harder, leaving a bloody wound, which made Wu Jie feel cold.

As for other juren, their faces also changed color.

The yamen runner who used the knife glared at everyone and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Grandpa has been standing here for a day and has long been impatient. He is thought that you are juren. If you enter here, you must listen to us."

After saying that, he shouted at Juren Qiu again: "Stand up!"

Qiu Juren snorted with shame and anger, stood up slowly, and raised his hands high.

The two yamen runners squatted down and carefully searched the clothes and shoes that Juren took off, and refused to leave a trace of them.

Not long after searching, a yamen runner shook his hand and cursed at Juren Qiu: "You guy came from a rich and sensual place in Nanjing. Why did you raise a group of pig-head lice, like an ant nest?"

The juren who were waiting in line behind laughed softly. Qiu Juren blushed: "The weather is cold, and I can't find firewood and hot water. I haven't taken a shower for more than a month. I came here to catch it."

After saying that, he squatted down naked and kept catching lice with his hands. Whenever he caught one, he pinched his nails and made a crisp sound.

Not only did the two yamen runners take a step back, but even Wu Jie was frightened: It’s so sloppy!

A yamen runner was angry and anxious, and couldn't help but sarcastically said, "What a great Master Qiu, stand up, walk forward and go into the examination room, don't block the way."

In this way, Qiu Juren has completed the entire program and is ready to enter.

But another yamen runner shouted: "Slowly, this Mr. Qiu is so disgusting to our brothers. Just leave like this. How can we be worthy of our hard work?"

After saying that, he pointed to the three-pointer below Qiu Juren's navel: "Check if there are any entrainments under his balls and spring bags?"

"Yes." The yamen runner who had spoken before raised his knife and stretched out the tip of the knife, took up the job of Qiu Juren, looked at it for a long time before letting him go.

The weather was originally stimulated by the cold knife, and Qiu Juren actually reacted and expanded.

He looked dry and thin, but the thing was big, at least half a pound of weight, and its momentum was amazing.

Seeing this scene, including Wu Jie, I felt a chill in my heart and felt it empathy.

These two yamen runners are really dirty. If he does this, the insult he will suffer will be great.

Next, it was Wu Jie's turn. He followed suit and handed over his identity certificate.

The person who checked his identity was a civil servant with an official position. When he saw Wu Jie's name, he was shocked: "Oh, it turned out to be 'Yang Liuban, the morning breeze and the waning moon, Wu Shizhen, I heard that you were going to enter the examination room. I have been waiting for a long time. Today, I finally saw your face, neglect, neglect."

This clerk had a reputation as a scholar, but after taking the provincial examinations for several exams, he lost his idea of ​​imperial examinations and found a job in the Gongyuan.

A while ago, Wu Jie and Xiaoge Lao competed in poetry, shocking the entire capital.

The clerk admired Wu Jie's poems so much that he loved the song "Yu Lin Ling".

As he spoke, he stood up and bowed.

Wu Jie quickly returned the gift.

The clerk smiled and said, "If Mr. Wu Shizhen doesn't come in this test, he will lose his beauty." He turned around and scolded the two yamen runners, "You two vulgar people, don't be rude to Mr. Shizhen later."

Both yamen runners shouted at the same time: "It turns out to be Mr. Shizhen. Although our brothers are rough, they can also recognize a few words and know the name of Mr. Xu. Others say that Mr. Xu is a poet from heaven who descends to the earth. How dare we ordinary people blaspheme? He will be punished."

The words mean that they naturally respect cultural giants like Wu Jie. As for the poor Qiu Juren just now, who cares?

This was said playfully, and everyone laughed quietly.

Wu Jie also breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that fame is easy to use in any occasion, at least you don’t have to be humiliated today.

The clerk even spitted: "You finally know how to respect gentleness."

He was still worried and personally brought Wu Jie to Taiwan, saying: "There is a system for offending the examination room and needs to be removed from the clothes and searched. If the national law is like this, we are helpless."

Then I introduced the rules of the examination room, saying that the examination room is extremely strict, and bans are strictly imposed before, after, inside and outside the venue. The entrainment of scholars is particularly strict, and strict inspections are carried out when entering the venue. To prevent entrainment, it is stipulated that scholars must wear disassembled clothes, single-layer shoes and socks, leather clothes must not have a face, and felt blankets must not have inside: it is prohibited to carry wooden cabinets, wooden boxes, double-layer benches, and cotton bedding must not be too thick when putting on the table. The pen tube must be hollowed out, the wax table must be hollowed out, and the cakes and cakes must be cut open.

"Mr. Shizhen doesn't need to take off his clothes, just search it."

"Yes." Two yamen runners walked up and carefully touched Wu Jie's sleeves and collars. Seeing that there was nothing wrong, they stepped aside.

Wu Jie was about to get in with the exam basket, but the clerk smiled and said, "Slow down, there is one more thing."

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