Due to the shortage of supplies in the military, the scale of the exam was restricted. With more than a hundred pens, only a hundred people could take the exam at the same time.

Soon, the second round of exams began, and another hundred people showed up.

Among the people in this second round, Jian Yong was among them.

When he arrived at the examination room, Jian Yong found that there was not a single scholar in the examination room for reference. Originally, he wanted to ask the people in front of him how the exam went when he came down, but he couldn't see anyone.

When he thought about it, this arrangement was right. People who had passed the exam in the province leaked the questions. Jian Yong understood it and said to himself that Liu Bei had arranged the exam in a perfect way.

Jian Yong was no different from the people who took the exam before. Jian Yong saw the test paper at first sight. When he picked up the test paper, he was surprised by the delicateness and whiteness of the paper and was also curious about the questions on the paper.

When answering the question, the Analects of Confucius in front of it was too simple, and Jian Yong couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.

I thought Liu Xuande would be able to come up with so many difficult questions after being busy for several days, but this is the result.

Li Mengxi was right about one thing. He realized before the exam that if the questions in the first scientific examination were too random, then the arrogant scholars would be confused as soon as they solved the questions and saw that the questions were too easy.

It is inevitable to despise the imperial examination and despise the imperial examination, and then despise the method of selecting scholars through the imperial examination. This is not conducive to the implementation of the imperial examination system.

Fortunately, Li Mengxi was rigorous in his thinking, and not only did he not pose the question casually, but he rarely made the scholars doubt themselves.

A few more moments passed, and Jian Yong and the others had also finished the exam.

Jian Yong appeared with the second group of scholars and was taken back to the city. After being issued with the examination number, he was allowed to disperse.

Jian Yong picked up the small piece of paper in his hand and looked at it. What was written on the piece of paper was [B 28]. Most people don't know numbers, but Jian Yong learned some knowledge about numbers from Liu Bei.

(The arithmetic of ghosts and gods...) Jian Yongdigu, he held the exam number in his hand tightly and went back to the camp with others.

Along the way, Jian Yong, who was taking the exam for the first time, could not help but answer questions with others. The difference was that Jian Yong was the one who felt good. The last question tested various document formats. Jian Yong, who had a wide range of friends, was good at visits and letters.

Such things, therefore, Jian Yong wrote many document formats, such as letters to meet friends, greeting notes to meet superiors, respectful submissions to meet teachers, and other messy things like notices and articles.

Such as criminal documents and the like.

Jian Yong may not be good at writing, but due to his extensive contacts, Jian Yong is extremely familiar with various document formats.

A group of people gathered around Jian Yong, listening carefully to Jian Yong's various calligraphy techniques with wide eyes. After listening, a group of people beat their chests and stamped their feet.

As I have said, it is best not to answer questions incorrectly after the exam.

Jian Yong smiled and encouraged the fellow scholars, and then he went to the city lord's palace.

As a result, Jian Yong did not even enter the courtyard before entering the courtyard, but was blocked by soldiers outside.

Jian Yong stood on tiptoe and stretched his head to look inside, and saw a small figure busy in the middle of the main hall.

Although Jian Yong no longer had any contempt for Liu Bei's little military advisor, Jian Yong felt strange when he thought that the exam paper he had written would be reviewed by a child.

Jian Yong, who had been looking around for a long time, left at the urging of the soldier.

In the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion, Li Mengxi was immersed in reading the thick test papers in front of him, and he never noticed what was going on outside.

After reading through it again, he started to correct. When Li Mengxi picked up the brush, he looked at the pen and the dark ink in the inkstone at hand. He raised his head and thought for a moment, this is wrong. You must use a red pen to correct the test paper.

Come.

Where did the ancient red ink come from, cinnabar?

Thinking of this, Li Mengxi thought for a while. It is said that cinnabar can be used as medicine, and the military medical camp may be able to find some.

After leaving the city lord's palace, Li Mengxi went directly to the military medical camp, summoned the military doctors and asked around who had cinnabar.

After asking around, the military doctors said no.

At this time, Zhang Ning came. Hearing that Li Mengxi wanted cinnabar, Zhang Ning smiled sweetly and said, "Just wait, I'll get it for you!"

After a while, Zhang Ning brought a big bamboo tube over. She happily picked up the bamboo tube, and the contents in the bamboo tube made a loud clatter. "Here!" Zhang Ning stuffed the bamboo tube into Li Mengxi's hand.

Taking the bamboo tube into his hand, it felt unexpectedly heavy. Li Mengxi held the large bamboo tube with the mouth of a bowl and shook it twice, and there was a rustling sound inside.

He looked at Zhang Ning in surprise, "Sister Ning, how did you get so much cinnabar?"

Zhang Ning smiled and said, "My father left it."

After saying that, Zhang Ning looked gloomy.

Oh, it was left by Zhang Jiao. Li Mengxi understood that Zhang Jiao was used to drawing talismans and applying water, so it made sense to leave a lot of cinnabar.

Zhang Jiao has probably died tragically for a long time now, without even leaving any bones or residue.

Li Mengxi glanced at the big bamboo tube in his hand, which was Zhang Jiao's relic, and then looked up at Zhang Ning, who had a sad look in his eyes. When Li Mengxi looked over, Zhang Ning squeezed out a big smile and smiled at Li Mengxi.

"Sister Ning," Li Mengxi also smiled and said sweetly, "Sister Ning, are you literate?"

Zhang Ning tugged at the corner of his clothes and whispered with some lack of confidence, "I... don't know many words..."

"Then, does Sister Ning know how to deal with cinnabar?" Li Mengxi asked with a smile.

"Yes!" Zhang Ning nodded confidently.

"Then, Sister Laoning will help!" Li Mengxi smiled.

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After a while, in the main hall of the city lord's palace, there was a short table with many test papers piled on it. After Li Mengxi knelt down on the short table, he took a brush and smeared the ink in the inkstone with his chin in his hand.

, quietly watching Zhang Ning handle the cinnabar.

On one side, Zhang Ning took the stone mortar and kept putting some large pieces of red sand into the stone mortar, pounding it time and time again.

Soon, a mortar of cinnabar was pounded. Zhang Ning picked up the stone mortar and carefully poured the fine cinnabar powder inside into a clean small bowl.

"Okay." Zhang Ning raised his sleeves and wiped the sweat.

Li Mengxi looked over and asked, "Is this okay?" he asked doubtfully.

"Well, just add some water and you can write." Zhang Ning nodded.

As Zhang Ning said, Li Mengxi took some water and poured it in, then stirred it with his fingers. Half a bowl of cinnabar was mixed into a bowl of red water.

Stop stirring and a lot of cinnabar will sink to the bottom, but the water will still be red.

Lacking a clean pen, Li Mengxi looked around for it.

At this time, Liu Bei came in from outside.

As soon as Liu Bei arrived at the door, he saw Li Mengxi and Zhang Ning sitting opposite each other and talking quietly. A bright smile appeared on Liu Bei's face.

"Xi'er, is the file okay?"

Li Mengxi looked up and saw Liu Bei, "Fortunately, I'm just about to mark the papers."

Liu Bei nodded and said with a smile, "Well, as long as you are approving me, I will go back."

After that, he walked away.

Li Mengxi suddenly became anxious, "Stay! I can't finish the review alone..."

Unable to stop shouting, Liu Bei waved his hands and left.

Li Mengxi looked at the pile of test papers on the table and could only sigh helplessly.

Zhang Ning looked at Li Mengxi sighing and helpless, she covered her mouth and snickered.

Liu Bei went to the examination room. At this time, the examination was in the third round. Liu Bei Tie'er talked to Guan Yu about the affairs in the city lord's palace. Guan Yu smiled brightly and laughed.

Seeing the people taking the exam below looking at him in surprise, Guan Yu immediately stopped smiling. He coughed lightly, put on a serious face and said seriously, "Brother, in the examination room, you should be serious and not laugh."

Liu Bei, who was extremely happy, immediately stopped.
Chapter completed!