When Feng En woke up, he felt extremely comfortable. He felt that the bed he had been sleeping in yesterday was as reassuring as if he had been sleeping for more than ten years.

He didn't sleep well a few days ago because he had always had a dream to pester him.

——Su Ge, who can't smash Su Ge, shoot, his own fist, and the fist of Xisheng.

——Seven jade and Zhu Xin who turned around and left, gradually drifting away.

——And, the silent self...

But after a night of sleep, all these had passed; looking at the morning light outside the window, he got out of bed and put on his clothes and walked into the yard.

Wang Che had sent someone to clean the place yesterday, but due to limited time, he only organized the main house, kitchen and bedroom, and the remaining rooms still need to be cleaned.

This is what he wants to do now, and after that, he needs to start studying.

The spring exam in the Mansion Courtyard this year is scheduled for the 18th day of the first lunar month to adapt to the start of school. The preparation time of less than twenty days is undoubtedly very nervous for him who has not been to school, not to mention that the spring exam in the Mansion Courtyard is quite difficult.

But Feng En himself was not nervous because of this - Wang Che had prepared a booklet for him and a bibliography for reference for past exams. He looked at it and memorized it, and passing it should not be a problem.

“Just a little too much.”

Thinking of the stack of books that could reach his knees, Feng En could only cheer himself up, and quickly cleaned the house and went to read the book, trying to finish the book before the exam.

“【Xiangsheng】.”

He threw the broom and pan to Yi Ling and opened a closed door, and was immediately thrown into the face by the gray. He hurriedly opened the door and window, and slapped the fan with Xi Sheng for a long time, and the dust in the room was reduced.

"Cough, cough, what's the pile of this..."

Feng En looked at the bedroom-sized room in front of him and found that there were not many things piled up inside: a small shelf with more than a dozen books and two wooden boxes next to it; except for this, there was only one thing that was more than half a meter long and four feet tall, covered with oil cloth.

Let Xisheng sweep the floor first and wipe the dust. He approached the bookshelf and began to look through the books on it. He found that almost all of them were Mo Tuan's picture albums and copybooks: divided by content, techniques, and era. More than ten picture albums and copybooks were classified into categories, covering all kinds of things.

There are two large books with hard shell covers at a corner of the bookshelf. When you open it, you will see strange words. The paintings on them are all colorful, which are completely different from ink paintings. When you pick up the book, you can shake off some fine sand from the pages.

Looking back, although he didn't perform much, Wang Cheng's painting skills were really superb and he could write well.

"It's good to read these books when you have time."

Putting the book back on the shelf, Feng En opened the wooden box:

Both boxes are lined with metal inlaids, and clothes are all filled with clothes; however, the styles of the clothes are very special, all of which are short-sleeved and short-sleeved, and the fabric is not common cotton; when they are picked up, fine sand will shake off on the surface.

Even though he was curious, Feng En was not interested in these clothes; but when he took out all two boxes of clothes, he saw a cloth bag lying on the bottom of the box on the left.

When I opened it, I found a thin book; the pages were old and the blank cover was obviously made afterwards. However, Feng En was a little familiar with the words in the book:

"'Dao is very good at Tao, very Tao', isn't this what my father wrote in the collection of paintings that I showed me when I was a child?"

When he was a child, he was weak and prone to asthma due to the sequelae of black tide until he was eight years old. When he was sick when he went out in winter, unless he stayed by the fire, he could do almost all he could do.

There is no place to sell books in the town, so the books he read are basically compiled by Wang Cheng: a few excerpts from the classics of the ancestors, and then accompanied by the paintings drawn by Wang Cheng himself.

The name "Xisheng" comes from those books, and these two words also appear in the thin book in his hand; I think this is a classic of the ancestors, but why is it placed specially at the bottom of the box?

In a while of doubt, Feng En's eyes accidentally swept over the cloth of the book, and suddenly stopped—

“Is there a map drawn above?”

He spread the cloth and saw the pattern, coordinates, and various lines above, which was a very detailed map.

"'Natural Chamber','Deep Valley','Iron Tower Group'...'High Tower'!"

The last place name made Feng En immediately realize that the picture was from the western border of the Ming Dynasty to the Pure Land area, which was undoubtedly Wang Cheng's work. Thinking of this, the strange clothes in the wooden box were probably the clothes he wore in the Pure Land.

Thinking of this, Feng En packed the book again, and did not put it back into the box but put it in his arms.

"This is the next one," he looked at the big thing covered in tart cloth, "What is it."

Xisheng stretched out his hand and saw a long and narrow machine, with a grip, a seat, and an engine emitting aura under the seat.

Feng En immediately remembered that this thing was a vehicle similar to a fast train. Wang Cheng mentioned it to him, called "motorcycle"; its manufacturing technology, like the name, originated from Pure Land.

"I have seen it on the road in Yingtianfu City before, but I didn't expect there was one here..."

After cleaning the room, he kept all the items in order, leaving the doors and windows open to ventilate and left the house. It was almost noon, and it was time to read after lunch.

But when Feng En really opened the first book, he realized that his plan was too optimistic because he could not continue reading it.

"The Essence of Strategy and the Writing, What's the…"

Change another book, history book; this time I could read it, but when I saw the exercises at the end of each chapter, Feng En found that he could not answer at all; I looked at the next chapter and forgot about the content of the previous chapter.

Change again, select writing; change again, geography; change again, calculate...

"Yes, I can't understand a single one."

He covered his face with a roll, and was amused and crying:

"It's less than twenty days."

Putting down the book, he sat upright again.

“【Xiangsheng】.”

Time is tight, and he must find a way to memorize these exam contents-

Finally, it was the eighteenth day of the first lunar month. Feng En woke up early and a book "Collection of the Spring Test Questions of the Zhuchengfuyuan" was still placed beside his pillow. After leaving the house, Wang Che was already standing in the yard.

"Let's go, I'll send you there."

After a moment of riding the express train, Feng En was arrived at the Zhuchengfu Courtyard: Thousands of candidates had gathered here, most of whom were similar to his age. Fortunately, it was built here at the foot of a mountain in the outer city, so there was room to accommodate so many people.

"Take out all the registration documents and prepare them, and the Bimo exam room will provide them." Wang Che walked to the door with him, "Next, it's up to you, I wish you success."

"Um."

Feng En nodded and walked into the mountain gate.

There are many mountains around the city. As the saying goes, "there is no three miles of land." This is why the city wall is not built. But Feng En really likes the moistness and tranquility of the mountains. The sounds of so many people walking with him seem less noisy under the dilution of the mountain road.

After walking for a while, the terrain was flat again, and the buildings also appeared in everyone's sight—

The two mountains surround eight small buildings that connect each other, divided into two rows, arranged on the open space.

"Please be aware of all candidates. Please follow the instructions on the admission ticket, check your examination room and go to the seat in turn."

The officials who led everyone here called them and stood under a sign:

"The exam is divided into two days, one in the morning and afternoon every day, each one and a half hours. The first exam begins in a quarter of an hour, please prepare as soon as possible."

After saying that, he left by himself; candidates, including Feng En, began to confirm the information, went to the examination room in turn and sat down. The invigilator entered the venue to distribute stationery and test papers, and the examination began like this.

Feng En, who has never pinched his pen since he was a child, dared not say that he could write beautiful words, just to make it understand. He spent half an hour writing the answers for an hour and a half in the exam.

But at least all the questions have been answered.

If it weren't for the sound of using a sensation to enter the test contents over and over in the past ten days, he wouldn't have been able to memorize this lot of things. Especially in the morning, the liberal arts subjects, the historical books and policy theories he took were all the things that he had the most headache.

When the bell outside the window that meant the end of the exam rang, Feng En breathed a sigh of relief, gently put down his pen, and handed in the paper.

According to the arrangement, candidates can stay here to prepare for the afternoon exam at noon, and the government provides a place to eat and rest. Feng En did not plan to go back - just in time, he could take this opportunity to get familiar with the surroundings.

Although the arithmetic and geography tests in the afternoon also gave him a headache, they were not as painful as historical books and theory. So after lunch, he did not go to the classroom, but went to the foot of the mountain around the teaching building.

"There is indeed a step here."

Feng En looked to the top of the mountain and slowly closed his eyes:

"The sound of water, and the sound of piano..."

It was just after noon, and the next exam was set at the beginning of the morning. Thinking of this, he saw that there was no one around, so he walked forward without hesitation.

Although the mountain is not high, the road is winding. After walking for a long time, when I stopped and looked down, I saw that the eight stone buildings at the foot of the mountain were already small, and they were arranged neatly as if they had arranged some kind of formation.

"Look at these eight buildings, although they are connected but not closely, they are arranged in the Yi Gua, and they are designed to produce and grow. While pleasing to the eyes, they also seek good luck and avoid bad luck in Feng Shui. It seems that this Zhuchengfuyuan is indeed full of talents."

"That's right...wait."

Feng En noticed the person who was talking to him next to him, and saw that the other party was a boy of similar age, with sparse eyebrows, long-sleeved cotton robe and short hair - this is rare in the Ming Dynasty.

"Who are you?"

"I'm a candidate here to take the exam, so should you."

The boy greeted Feng En friendly:

"My name is He Zheng, and my name is Haoran; this classmate, has a great name for his surname?"

"Ah, just call me Wang Yiming."

Feng En soon got used to this pseudonym and started chatting with He Zheng.

"You should be quite confident in your talents," he looked at the foot of the mountain. "I see that most people go to the classroom to review books, and few people dare to come out and stroll."

"Who hasn't been studying hard for many years? I can't say that I'm more confident than them." He Zheng shook his head, "You came here without going to the classroom, so I must be confident."

"No, on the contrary... I don't care anymore."

Feng En smiled bitterly, but when he saw He Zheng, he also smiled:

"It doesn't matter, it's just an exam anyway. Moreover, the exam is not difficult for the first two days of the spring exam, and the third day exam is the real focus and difficulty."

"Day 3? Isn't the exam only two days?"

"Hey, yes." He Zheng scratched his head, "I almost forgot to say--I am a spirit master, so I have to go to a special extra test on the third day."

"I see……"

Feng En nodded, but heard a voice coming from a distance:

"I didn't expect someone else to be there. I thought, only I would be free to come here and wander around."
Chapter completed!