Enter the Public Vehicle Department.

The environment inside is still OK, the road paved with stone slabs is flat and open.

There are many green plants on both sides of the road, and there are rich environmental facilities: a library, a dormitory, and a lecture hall...

Overall, it is almost the same as the university campus.

There were groups of students inside, some holding books and shaking their heads under the shade of trees, some pointing to objects and writing academic articles, while others were fighting for disagreement...

The ages are uneven, the youngest are in their twenties, and the older ones have gray hair and trembling when walking.

Royal rice is not delicious!

Xiahou An couldn't help but sigh at it.

When he arrived at the registration office, the registered servant glanced at Xiahou An. Seeing that he was dressed in an ordinary manner, he muttered angrily on the spot: He is a poor man again!

When Xiahou An heard this, he didn't care about him. He was poor, but he was poor. Anyway, he was poor.

The assistant officials began to register.

"Name."

"Xiahou An."

"Hometown."

"Qiao County, Pei State."

"Can there be local official documents?"

"No."

“…”

After the process was completed, the servant pointed to the rear: "Go inside to test the knowledge."

There were three people sitting in the hall.

A middle-aged official wearing a soap suit, two of them looked at old age.

Xiahou An stepped forward and bowed, and there was still basic politeness.

"Young man, have you ever done an article?"

The soap official picked up the official voice and could tell from his bulging belly that this guy was not very good at catching some oil and water.

Xiahou An shook his head.

The current scene has made him find some of the feelings he felt when looking for a job interview in later generations.

"You can know the words and poems, and the chapters..." asked the old man on the left.

Xiahou An shook his head again.

"Have you ever recited the Thirteen Classics?" The old man on the right also spoke.

What are the Thirteen Sutras?

Xiahou An had never heard of it, let alone Demon King Dong did not ask himself to prepare these things!

"What will you do?"

Looking at the boy's confused expression, the middle-aged official looked a little unhappy.

Although the Public Vehicle Bureau takes in all students, not everyone accepts them. If you don’t have some basic knowledge, you can only say sorry.

Of course, if you are rich, it's another matter.

However, seeing the young man in front of him dressed, he was not the children of rich families, so they were too lazy to provide guidance.

Xiahou An thought about it and answered very seriously: "Apart from rote memorized articles, I seem to know a little bit more of the others."

"Hmph, ignorant child!"

The two old men's faces suddenly became stern.

The boy's words seemed to be connoting them.

The middle-aged official also acted like a bureaucrat, waved his hand to see him off: "You go back first, if there is any news, we will notify you."

Is this the end?

Xiahou An stood up and left in wonder.

However, when he had just walked out of the hall, he heard the official scolding the officer at the registration office: "I'm blind, don't have any cats and dogs in the future, and I don't have so much spare time to chat with him!"

The servant was submissive and nodded quickly to say yes.

Xiahou An turned his head.

The middle-aged official happened to face him. He thought Xiahou An would have an angry expression after hearing this.

Who would have thought that this young man was neither happy nor sad in his eyes.

"You better not beg me!"

The boy said so.

The middle-aged official was stunned at first, and then he seemed to have heard the funnyest joke in the world, covering his big belly and laughed so hard that he leaned back and forth.
Chapter completed!