It came with a letter and a corresponding answer key, requiring the recipient to fill it out like a formal exam to test their own level. If their score was good enough, they could then come and register in person for the actual test.
The exam was divided into a written test and an interview, and candidates would be accepted in descending order of their scores.
For the sent-down youths who weren’t accepted, if their final score was close to their self-assessment score, the general hospital would reimburse their round-trip travel expenses. However, if there was any suspicion of cheating, they would have to bear the loss themselves.
The round-trip fare wasn’t cheap. As soon as everyone saw this rule, they suppressed any clever little schemes they might have been hatching.
They understood that if they couldn’t get a decent score on their own, even if they cheated to barely snag a chance to take the exam, they would just end up making a contribution to the national transportation industry.
Besides, ever since they’d caught wind of the recruitment exam back in June, they hadn’t stopped studying. No matter how exhausting the farm work was during the day, they would grit their teeth and persevere, channeling the spirit of ancient scholars who would tie their hair to a beam or poke their thighs with an awl to stay awake.
It was just like the words of wisdom, the chicken soup for the soul, that filled the letters they received from their families in the Capital City:
How many chances do you get to fight for your life?
If you don’t suffer the hardships of studying today, you will suffer the hardships of life tomorrow!
The stars don’t ask travelers about their destination, and time does not fail those who are determined...
These words were like shots of adrenaline, instantly reviving this group of young people whose sharp edges, once full of passion and ambition, had been worn down by farming. (They were back at full health, get it?)
Three or four months of studying their hearts out, working themselves to the bone, had paid off handsomely. At the very least, their self-assessment scores proved their efforts had not been in vain.
Many of the sent-down youth delightedly sent telegrams home, announcing they were taking leave to return to the city for the exam.
Among them was Jiang Zishi!
These past few months had been particularly hard on him. He had staked his future on a major life event, only to come away with nothing. Worse, he’d drawn the ire of the Zhang Family and was now forced to face his "unclean" wife every day.
He was still in Bian Family Village. To make his life a little more bearable, he had swallowed his disgust and officially become Bian Yumin’s husband.
After that, he made studying his top priority. He avoided touching her as much as possible, unless he was particularly desperate.
He didn’t know what Jiang Yihua had told their parents after returning to the Capital City, but in any case, his family had stopped sending him money. They didn’t even send fabric or food anymore. It was as if he’d been completely forgotten!
He wasn’t as smart or talented as Jiang Yihua and Chi Yun’er, but he was fiercely competitive, and his grades had always been near the top of his class.


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