Early the next morning, Zhang Si Shui went to take the accounting exam.
The venue was a dilapidated hall in town.
It leaked drafts from all sides.
Broken windows hung there.
When the wind blew through, they rustled loudly.
Wenren Sheng floated there and watched.
This accounting exam was very simple, just third-grade-level addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division.
There was also making and filling out some forms, which was equally simple.
After seeing this, Wenren Sheng immediately understood that it was nothing more than a stunt for the various factions to divide up the cake.
They could clearly have arranged it in private, yet they insisted on imitating the pre-Wasteland practice of holding an exam.
I'm honestly moved to tears.
One look was enough to tell that the slots had long been allocated among the town's various gangs.
Wenren Sheng had seen so much, passed through so many worlds.
How many times had he dominated them?
He could see through this sort of bottom-tier scheme at a glance.
Meanwhile, Zhang Si Shui was still enthusiastically answering the questions.
He worked through them with utmost seriousness.
He even looked around from time to time.
When he saw others scratching their heads in confusion, he felt somewhat proud.
"The hardships I went through before weren't for nothing."
"Studying is always useful. Knowledge is useful too."
Indeed, knowledge was useful.
But knowledge had situations where it was suitable to use.
Many people without knowledge got along better than those who had it.
It was not because knowledge was useless.
It was because they had not used it in the right place.
Zhu Yuanzhang had herded cattle and begged for food as a child, yet he eventually became emperor.
Liu Bowen was a jinshi, yet after being used up, he was poisoned to death