The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

Chapter 311: Stinky Number

After the matter was settled, Zhao felt a great weight lifted from her shoulders. Fang Xiaoning was both amused and exasperated to hear that the old man had forced her father to take the imperial examination for the sake of face and to show off.

After seeing their mother off, Fang Xiaoning and Song Feng heard about the matter from Madam Su. The two of them were immediately jolted awake and were very glad that the matter hadn't been settled and that they hadn't told their two children.

Even with Aunt Song, we never really talked about this. Let's just pretend it never happened.

Fang Youcai was quite satisfied to see that Zhao listened to him and immediately declined the matter. He was still the head of the family.

This family needs him to keep things in order.

Women, when they act impulsively, can make rash decisions. Even a capable young woman like her is no exception.

In the prefectural city, Song Feng, accompanied by his servant, stayed in his own courtyard. He was the only one who came to take the exam this time. His two younger brothers-in-law were still young and in no hurry, but he was getting on in years, and he thought that taking the exam as many times as possible, even if he didn't pass, would be good for gaining experience.

"Master, please take a rest. The exam is coming up soon. Would you like to go out for a walk and relax?"

Since arriving in the prefectural city, the master has never left the courtyard. He spends all his time studying, often until midnight. Remembering the mistress's instructions, the servant carefully tried to dissuade him.

"The exam is the day after tomorrow, right?"

"Yes."

"Then let's not go out, just to avoid any accidents. We can go out for a walk after the exam."

Xiao Ning asked him to inspect the family shop, check the accounts, and also buy gifts for the whole family. He needed to get gifts for everyone.

"On this last day, please take a good rest and don't stay up late again."

Song Feng nodded. He had memorized and written everything he needed to, countless times. Whether he could pass the exam was entirely up to fate; he had already done his best.

"I won't read tomorrow; I'll take a good rest."

Get plenty of rest and energy for the upcoming exams.

"I must prepare the clothes and food I need for the exam tomorrow."

"Yes."

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Fang Youcai was in the courtyard, drinking a little wine and reading a storybook, thoroughly enjoying himself.

"Dad, shouldn't your son-in-law be in the exam hall by now?"

"Yes, I'm already answering the questions."

Zhao clasped her hands together and prayed, "May the gods and Buddhas bless Song Feng and ensure that everything goes smoothly for him. He will surely pass the imperial examination and become a scholar."

Fang Youcai snorted coldly. He was sure that if he passed the imperial examination and became a scholar, his grandfather would definitely pester him to continue his studies.

Sigh, why is it so hard to be a happy, laid-back person?

Song family.

The Su family was also burning incense, praying for Song Feng's well-being and hoping that everything would go smoothly for him and that he would be safe and sound.

"My lord, you must bless our son so that he may pass the imperial examination and return home safely."

Fang Xiaoning also indulged in superstition, sincerely offering incense. She hoped that Song Feng would answer all the questions he knew and guess all the ones he didn't know correctly in this exam.

Song Feng set off for the examination hall before dawn. When they arrived so early, they found that the area in front of the examination hall was already packed with people.

Song Feng took the luggage and examination basket from the servant. "I'll go and line up. You can go back now."

The servant remained silent, queuing alongside him. How could he go back before witnessing his master enter the examination hall?

Song Feng already knew the exam process, and he remained expressionless as he watched the candidates put down their baskets and take off their clothes.

The servant was so shocked by this scene that he couldn't close his mouth. Before the exam, he had to take off his clothes and shoes? The things in the basket and all the luggage had to be turned upside down.

Looking at the students who were only wearing underwear, barefoot, and squatting to the side packing their things, the servant felt speechless.

Indeed, to rise above others, one must endure hardships that others cannot.

Along the way, we saw several students being thrown out by soldiers for carrying cheat sheets.

When it was Song Feng's turn, he calmly began to take off his clothes, shoes, and socks...

After finishing, he told the servant to go home, and then he went into the examination hall.

He kept going in and in, seeing everyone else find their exam numbers, but he still couldn't find his. Finally, at the very back of the exam hall, he finally saw the exam room with the same exam number as his.

Ahh ...

Help!

Song Feng roared inwardly. He had actually drawn a terrible number! He was going to have to take the exam next to the outhouse!

Is God trying to make him stink to death?

Song Feng took a deep breath, then another, trying to calm himself down. He'd seen it all; this was just a nobody, nothing that could bring him down.

Pretending to be calm, I packed my luggage and prepared the things I needed for the exam. Looking at the dilapidated roof of the exam hall, I prayed, "God help me, please don't let it rain."

The student next to him finally found his exam number and happily greeted Song Feng. Song Feng, however, remained expressionless, wondering what this guy was so happy about. Did he like outhouses?

The student was shocked when he suddenly saw the outhouse behind Song Feng.

Ahh ...

He actually chose to sit next to the outhouse. Before leaving home, he had burned incense and prayed for good luck in the exam. Why would he sit next to the outhouse?

The students, who had been in high spirits, looked dejected. Looking at Song Feng and then at themselves, they felt like hugging each other and crying.

After getting ready, Song Feng looked at the sky; it wasn't time for the exam yet.

He sat quietly in his seat, closing his eyes to rest. The imperial examination for the lowest degree lasted three days, and for those three days, he had to eat and sleep in this small examination cell.

The bell rang, the exam began, Song Feng received the test paper, carefully read the questions, and then wrote his answers on the draft paper...

"Master, here, here!" After three days of exams, he was exhausted and had no idea how well he had done.

Five years of schooling is definitely not enough compared to those who have been studying since childhood. But his wife said that as long as he tried his best, he wouldn't regret it. He's still young, and if he didn't pass this time, he'll have another chance next time.

Once inside the carriage, Song Feng immediately leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes to rest. The servant could tell at a glance that his master was exhausted.

But why does my master smell like he's fallen into a latrine? He hasn't bathed for three days, how can he smell so bad?

He dared not ask, dared not speak. What servant would complain about their master's stench? He was afraid that if he asked, he would be sold off.

When they arrived, they had hot water and food prepared so that the master could go back, eat something, take a hot bath, and get a good night's sleep to relax.

He saw that every candidate who came out was exhausted. Some walked unsteadily, their faces were pale, some were helped out by their servants, and he even saw some being carried out.

This isn't an exam, it's a test of life and death. Compared to most students, the master's mental state is actually quite good.

Emma, ​​it's really not easy being a scholar, even harder than being a servant.

No wonder the lady repeatedly told him to pay attention to his master's health.

Song Feng returned to his residence, took a hot bath, and immediately felt much more relaxed.