Chen Bokang ran out of the village and squatted in an unoccupied spot to cry.
If it were not for his father's stern objection, forbidding him from taking the risky test, claiming it was a sure way to send him off to die on the battlefield, he might have been able to take part in the examination along with the children from the Jiang Family. Perhaps, he might have passed and gone to Beijing with them to become an official someday.
Even the newcomer, Wei Zhan, had passed the examination. The twelve-year-old devil child was successful too. There was no reason he couldn't have also made it.
Now he had lost a golden opportunity. Not only was he doomed to toil the land for the rest of his life, but he might also have to bow his head to that little devil whenever they met in the future.
The more Chen Bokang pondered on it, the more heartbroken he became, and the louder he cried.
Finally, Chen Jiazhen found his son. Seeing his son in such a state, he was filled with regret too.