A person came forward, and with just a few flips, discovered that his belly was covered with writing.
"Get lost, get lost!" The inspecting soldier waved dismissively, "What nonsense, claiming to be scholars with noble character? Cheating so much that it's surprising they haven't written on their eggs yet. If such characters can pass the exam, it would be absurd."
His words made the students blush from ear to ear, but harsh or not, there was truth in his words. This kind of exam was meant to test real knowledge and skills. If everyone cheats, what fairness is left? Moreover, these actions indeed tarnish the character of a scholar.
Soon it was Yang Qingrui and his brother's turn. At the sight of their basket, the soldier twitched his eyes; besides writing materials, it was full of food, drinks, and medicine.
"Are you here to eat or to take the exam?" the soldier couldn't help but ask.
"Can't we bring these?" Yang Qingrui raised an eyebrow.
"You can, you can!"
