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    Zhang Daoling came to his first stop, Chang'an City.

    Da Qin divided the country into 36 states, with counties below the states, counties below the counties, townships below the counties, and villages below the villages.

    Sili Prefecture, with its seat in Chang'an, is the state capital in charge of Xianyang and the capital.

    The first batch of people Zhang Daoling wants to select are officials from Sili Prefecture.

    All the officials who were notified were already waiting in the Chang'an City Academy.

    This time, more than 700 people came, most of them officials from the former Qing Dynasty.

    ¡°These people all had their pigtails cut off, and they were all wearing Hanfu made out of temporary work. They were sitting in the school with half their heads bare, looking very funny.

    Now every state is managed by temporarily recruited garrisons. The leaders of these garrisons are all sent from the Imperial Army, and they can completely suppress the situation.

    "Meet the captain!" Han Di, the captain in charge of the Silizhou garrison, came to Zhang Daoling and gave a military salute.

    "Thank you, Lieutenant Han. Are they all here?" Zhang Daoling asked.

    Han Di turned around and led the way: "They are all waiting for the captain in the school."

    Immediately, Han Di brought Zhang Daoling into the spacious college lobby.

    The moment Zhang Daoling entered the lobby, all eyes were focused on him.

    There are doubts, doubts, and incomprehensions.

    But Zhang Daoling ignored their gazes. Instead, he stepped forward, looked at everyone and said, "I am Zhang Daoling, the former enemy school captain who is in charge of your examination."

    The officials and some intellectuals present, whose youngest was around twenty-five years old, looked at such a young Zhang Daoling with a flash of doubt in their eyes.

    At such a young age, can you successfully conduct this exam?  At this moment, everyone started beating drums in their hearts.

    But after a brief silence, these more than 700 people quickly stood up, cupped their hands and said, "Greetings to Captain Zhang."

    Zhang Daoling raised his hand to signal everyone to sit down, and then said to Han Di: "Han Dutong, pass the paper to them."

    "Yes." Han Enemy accepted the order, and then his soldiers began to hand out rolls of paper one by one.

    After the papers were distributed, Zhang Daoling said to these ¡®candidates¡¯: ¡°The question of the exam is¡±

    Everyone¡¯s eyes were fixed on Zhang Daoling.

    Zhang Daoling smiled slightly and said slowly: "There are three questions in the exam: first, how to eat tree bark? Second, what does the grass root taste like? Third, what is the climate like?"

    "Okay, everyone, take the paper and go back. Hand it in tomorrow morning." Zhang Daoling waved his hand and said.

    "What?" The whole lobby suddenly became buzzing and noisy.

    "What kind of question is this?"

    ¡°Did I hear wrongly?¡±

    "Aren't you writing eight-legged essay?"

    Zhang Daoling listened to the doubtful voices from the crowd and said loudly: "Poetry, songs, and eight-legged essays are not allowed in the Daqin examination. Han enemy, please repeat my question to them."

    Hearing this, Han Enemy stepped forward and shouted loudly: "Captain Zhang has three questions: First, how to eat tree bark? Second, how to eat grass roots? Third, how is the climate?"

    "Do you understand?" Han Di asked again.

    Everyone calmed down, and each one said in a daze: "I understand."

    "This is the result of writing eight-legged essays." Zhang Daoling pointed at these officials and said.

    Han Di was a little curious and said: "What about the ones who didn't write stupidly?"

    Zhang Daoling smiled and said: "Li Hongzhang and Weng Tonghe are not stupid."

    More than 700 former Qing officials walked out of the college with rolls of paper and blank faces.

    "What does it mean?"

    "Yeah, these three questions don't look like questions at all."

    "Sure enough, he has a smooth mouth and a weak job. Why did Your Majesty send him to take the exam?"

    Officials looked at me and complained, "How do you write this?"

    "Yes, how to break the topic, carry the topic, start the topic, enter the topic, start the strand, middle strand, back strand, and end strand, these three questions are simply impossible to solve!"

    "What do you think about resurrection?" an official in his thirties asked beside him.

    But when he turned around, he realized that the person next to him had run out in a hurry.

    Tan Sitong ran all the way to the fields outside the city and found a thatch bush. He opened up the withered yellow thatch and pulled out the tender grass roots from underneath.

    He put these grass roots directly into his mouth and chewed them. Starlight filled his eyes as he chewed.

    "GrassThe roots are sweet and not very watery, making them difficult to digest if eaten in large quantities.  "Tan Sitong answered a question.

    Then he ran into the woods again and looked at the big trees. He was about to take action, but he hesitated. Is the bark edible?

    At this moment, an old farmer entered the forest carrying a sickle. The old farmer looked at Tan Sitong's bright and clean clothes and said hesitantly: "Are you the owner of this forest?"

    "No." Tan Sitong shook his head and said, "Old man, what are you doing?"

    The old farmer felt relieved when he heard that he was not the owner of the woods, and then said: "I will peel off some bark and go back to cook"

    Tan Sitong frowned and said, "Is the bark edible?"

    The old farmer immediately replied: "Yes, but it is mainly elm bark and leaves. Pick the elm leaves and soak them in water for half a day before boiling them, otherwise they will be very bitter. There is oil on the elm bark and it is a bit sticky. Cut the tree with a sickle first.  Cut the skin into pieces and fry it in a pot until the water is dry, then use a stone mill to grind it into powder. If you have food at home, add a little cornmeal. If you don¡¯t have food, don¡¯t add it. The taste is not the worst.  One meal can fill you up for half a day."

    The old farmer looked at Tan Sitong's scholarly temperament and felt good about him, "Sometimes, it's not enough to eat like this. Peel off the bark facing north, throw away the outer two layers, and eat the inside, which is very soft."

    "In times of famine, if you don't have enough bark to eat, you have to eat soil. You don't eat all soil, just Guanyin soil. Guanyin soil is soft, easy to swallow, and doesn't irritate your teeth, but you can't pull it out after swallowing it.  If you come, many people will be crushed to death or fall to death."

    The more Tan Sitong listened, the more he frowned. He said, "Didn't the imperial court distribute rice and noodles?"

    "Yes, but the land has just been allocated now, and the grain seeds provided by the court have not been planted yet. Even if they are planted, they will have to wait until autumn to harvest. It will be a bit bitter now." The old farmer said, and sweat began to break out on his face.

    When Tan Sitong looked at the old farmer's trembling body and hands, he knew that he was extremely hungry.

    "Come on, old man, tell me how to peel the bark off the tree, and I'll peel it off for you." Tan Sitong said, stepping forward to take the sickle from the old farmer's hand.

    "How can this be done? It can't be done." The old farmer said in panic.

    Tan Sitong smiled and said: "Old man, why can't you do it? Come on, I'll peel it off for you. As long as you promise me, I'll go to your house for a meal tonight, okay?"

    The old farmer looked at Tan Sitong blankly, then nodded and said: "Wellwell, I know you gentlemen in the city always like to eat some novelties. In fact, the bark of the tree is not as fragrant as the big steamed buns."

    "Yes, but I haven't eaten it before, let's try it." Tan Sitong took the sickle while joking.

    Then, under the guidance of the old farmer, he began to peel off the bark and pick leaves.

    Then I followed the old farmer home, soaked the leaves in water, and started cutting and frying the bark.

    On this day, Tan Sitong had a meal he had never eaten before.

    ¡°Then the night after I got home, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, and then I had diarrhea all night and couldn¡¯t sleep well.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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