After parting with Archbishop White, Tim returned to the hall and waited for the plan of the candidates.

To be honest, Tim had no great hope for those people, and he did not intend to ask those people to come up with specific and feasible planning plans when publishing this document. He just wanted to see if there were any of these people worthy of his training.

Soon, several plans were presented: "Your Majesty, we have conducted a preliminary screening. Now the remaining few are relatively reliable. Do you want to take a look?" Ferrero took the paperwork in his hand and planned to send these things to Tim.

Tim waved his hand and said, "I'm so tired of seeing these theoretical things. Since you have selected these people, I must have some real talents and knowledge. Let's do this. Now you bring those people to the garden first, and I'll arrive there, where I will evaluate them."

"Yes, your Majesty." After hearing Tim's words, Ferrero turned around and led the people to the garden behind the palace.

Tim then ordered the guards beside him: "You guys immediately take your tools to the land behind the garden to create a few muddy roads."

"Your Majesty, how do you make this?" Look at me, I don't know what Tim means when he said this.

Looking at their confused eyes, Tim was speechless: "Idiots, don't you understand this? You use tools to dig some soil on some flat land a little looser, and then water the loose land. In short, it must be muddy and make it difficult to step directly."

After listening to Tim's explanation, everyone understood and immediately took action quickly.

"You guys go and prepare some sand, bricks and other things to prevent them from being used." Tim turned around and ordered.

The people quickly agreed and immediately went to prepare.

It took about an hour before the guards came to report that Tim was ready.

Tim said "um" and got up and brought the guards to the garden. Looking around, the originally flat land had become muddy under the deliberate destruction of many guards. A large number of puddles were piled up on the surface and could not be dissipated for a long time. The mud and grass mixed together made the road more slippery and difficult to walk, and he didn't want to step into it.

When everyone saw Tim coming, they quickly shifted their attention from the muddy land to Tim: "Your Majesty."

"Well, all the gifts are gone." Tim shook and walked to the flat platform before sitting down before continuing to speak: "Are you curious why I ordered someone to bring you here? Are you curious to see the scene in front of you?"

"Yes, your majesty, why do you do this?"

"Your Majesty, I just heard from Count Ferrero that you have not read our planning plan. How do you judge whose planning is useful?"

When the people who took the exam took the exam nodded and expressed their doubts when they heard Tim's words.

They originally thought that as long as Tim read the plan, they would immediately reuse them, but they never thought that Tim did not read their plan at all, but ordered people to bring them here.

Then they saw the royal guards dig and destroy the land in front of them, and poured buckets of water into the land, eventually turning the flat land into a mud.

They were particularly curious about why the royal guards did this. They were forced to ask because of their own identity. Now that Tim took the initiative to ask, they asked Tim one by one.

Tim smiled and said, "Ferrero has told me just now that some of you have written ideas very well, and they use words and sentences to make good use, but it is not OK to write ideas, because what I value most is whether your ideas can solve real problems. So practice is the only criterion for testing truth. Today I will test your ideas carefully here."

"The muddy road in front of me that I ordered people is a situation that everyone often encounters when it rains on Lisbon, so that land is the battlefield you are conceived." Tim cleared his throat and said loudly: "Now use your ideas to deal with that land. After you have dealt with it, you dare to step into it and your actions are not affected. Then you will succeed, and I will reuse you immediately."

Tim winked at Ferey, and Ferrero immediately stepped forward and took out his first document and said, "Prak, your idea is to cover the wetlands with the driest thatch. Now we have prepared thatch for you, and I think you can act."

After Ferrero finished speaking, soldiers immediately came to Prake with the thatched grass next to him.

A middle-aged man named Plak walked out staggeringly, tightening his clothes to cover the fat on his stomach, and then burping to salute Tim.

Looking at the fat man and smelling the smell of wine coming from him, Tim frowned: "Ferrero, are you in your mind? This man looked like a drunken drunk man. Why did you put him in?"

"Uh..." Looking at this person, Ferrero was stunned and said hesitantly after a long time: "Your Majesty, when he was conceiving, his words were written very beautifully, and then his conception was very well-informed. I just thought he should be a talented person, but he didn't expect that he himself was like this."

"Oh, let's have a snack next time." Tim sighed helplessly, and had to look down patiently.

At this moment, the fat man was commanding the guard to cover the thatch on the wetland: "Be careful when the movements are done, you must cover the thatch more evenly, wait, there is too much water in that place, so add a little more thatch to deal with it, just that."

Under the command of the fat man, the wetland was immediately covered by soldiers with thatch.

The fat man smiled, turned around and raised his stomach and said loudly to Tim: "Your Majesty, look, those damn puddles are gone, and now people will no longer have to worry about the puddles and mud when they go on."

"Oh? Is that?" Tim wanted to tease him, so he raised his eyebrows and said in a pretentious manner: "What should I do if a horse rides by the thatch and the horse bows its head and eats the grass?"

"Uh, this, Your Majesty, don't worry. Just feed the horse when you go out. It's best to let the horse eat too much, so that it will have no extra appetite to eat grass." The fat man touched his huge head and said with a smile.

After hearing the fat man's words, everyone laughed.

This is clearly a fool!
Chapter completed!