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Chapter 1191: Chapter 1189: Submitting the Paper Early_1 Chapter 1191: Chapter 1189: Submitting the Paper Early_1 To tell the truth, when Tong Sanlang saw the examination question, he almost laughed out loud.

The question was so tailored to him that all he had to do was write about Qiao Xiaomai’s experience of becoming wealthy, and it would be the perfect answer: Practice is the sole criterion for testing truth, and indeed, through practice, he had become rich, making it the most perfect answer.

He could understand why Yang Wenxiao and the others came up with such a topic. To tell the truth, there were hardly any people dying of hunger or freezing to death in Daqi now.

Not dying of hunger or cold, people would next think about how to improve their quality of life.

To improve the quality, they needed to make money, and to make money, they needed to invent things that were beneficial to daily life.

Yang Wenxiao intended to use this examination question to expand the candidates’ thinking on ways to make money.

These candidates would one day become officials in different regions, controlling the fate of the local people. Whether the common people could become prosperous had a lot to do with the local officials.

Only with the support of the officials would the common people’s plans to become rich succeed.

Having fully grasped Yang Wenxiao’s good intentions, Tong Sanlang wrote quickly.

He didn’t exactly follow Qiao Xiaomai’s experience of becoming wealthy, as Qiao Xiaomai had the advantage of a space with a Spiritual Spring, which was like an external cheat that ordinary people couldn’t use. He simply listed some examples, encouraging people to innovate more. In terms of food, coming up with a recipe could be passed down for generations.

Regarding agricultural tools, if someone came up with an improvement, the Court would reward them with silver.

In other areas of entertainment, such as Mahjong and playing cards, even if it was just a one-time sale, it could still make a good profit.

However, as he briskly wrote towards the end, his mood suddenly became heavy.

Qiao Xiaomai had become wealthy by using knowledge from thousands of years in the future, but the people here…

They couldn’t compare at all.

The common people were now full from eating sweet potatoes, and in the future, they would be full from eating corn. Sweet potatoes and corn were considered coarse grains, while Xiaomai and Dami, the two types of fine grains, were produced in lower quantities. If they couldn’t even afford fine grains, how could they talk about becoming wealthy?

With a sigh, he collected himself and continued writing the next question.

Since he had already given up on the Imperial Examination, he had no pressure. Unlike other candidates who deliberated over their phrasing, he wrote whatever came to mind, filling in what he knew and leaving blank what he didn’t, completing the exam in one go. He finished all the questions in just over half a day.

It was only the afternoon of the first day, and he still had to stay in this cubicle for a day and a half more, not being able to leave until tomorrow evening.

Sitting at the desk, somewhat bored, he propped his head on one hand while his other hand tapped lightly on the desk without thinking.

He was pondering the matter of the Zhang Family.

Sending the Zhang Family to the East Sea… whether it was feasible or not…

Just as he was mulling it over, footsteps approached from a distance. Shortly after, Yang Wenxiao appeared at the doorway of his cubicle.

Each cubicle had a door, and Yang Wenxiao pushed it open as Tong Sanlang quickly stood up.

“Done writing?” Yang Wenxiao glanced at the papers in front of him and asked softly.

He nodded.

“Hand it in, then,” said Yang Wenxiao.

He suddenly widened his eyes. Could one really submit the papers early in the palace examination?

“You’re not concerned with the ranking anyway,” Yang Wenxiao said as he took his papers and walked away.

Tong Sanlang tsked and hurriedly followed him.

Yang Wenxiao went to the main hall of the Daming Palace, where Emperor Yongan and Yang Hao were also present. Seeing him come over, Yang Hao smiled, “That was quick?”

“I wrote what I knew and left blank what I didn’t,” Tong Sanlang said.

“Come, let’s take a look together.” Yang Wenxiao handed a few examination papers to Emperor Yongan and Yang Hao.