Returning home with a hollow feeling in his heart, Zhao Yan picked up his books once more. He flipped through a page at random, looking at the traditional characters, and decided they were not quite as difficult as he had thought.
Compared to serving corvée labor, studying could be considered a relatively relaxing pursuit. There were no harsh winds or driving rain, and no one standing behind him with a whip to force him; it all relied entirely on self-discipline.
"I survived learning medicine, so I should be able to grit my teeth and pass the xiucai exams," Zhao Yan muttered to himself, facing the books.
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