After Xun Yu left, Lu Zhi thought for a while before finally rinsing his mouth and going to bed.
Early the next morning, he went to the Four Characters School of Class D.
Scholars, Peasants, Artisans, Merchants.
He had assumed the Scholars Class would be the most popular, but it was not. The Farmers Class was.
The Farmers Class had the most people.
The Merchants Class came second.
Crafts came third.
The Scholars Class actually ranked last.
That should not have been the case. Those who governed others were always held above all else. No matter how things changed, as long as one coordinated manpower and the collection and allocation of money and grain, it was the best position.
After all, a chef would never let himself go hungry, unless there was no rice left to cook.
Yet here, the Scholars School had the fewest students.
Only afterward did he understand. It was not that people did not want to enter; the qualifications were simply too demanding.
"One exam every month, one comparison every half-year, one competition every year."
"Those who fall behind will be eliminated."
This was the system Wenren Sheng had created.
Its difficulty rivaled Subject Three. Many top students claimed that Subject Three was fucking harder than the National College Entrance Examination.
With the National College Entrance Examination, your level was determined before the test. Even if you performed poorly, unless you were seriously ill, you would generally still perform at eighty or ninety percent of your usual level. You would not fall too far.
But with Subject Three, even if you had prepared perfectly, one moment of psychological instability or one stroke of bad luck, and you failed.
Then you had to start all over again.
Fortunately, you could keep scheduling retests, and the time cost