Yang Cong's writing speed is really not a big deal. It would be good for scholars to do a piece of sutra in half a day, but he could write one in less than an hour. It was less than noon on the first day, so he finished drafting the three pieces of sutra.

However, he was not in a hurry to copy the test paper. There was still plenty of time. He was ready to check the draft, spend two days to polish the article, and then copy the test paper.

Just as he was shaking the folding fan and checking the draft leisurely, several yamen runners came over with loads again.

This time they chose a special food box, which is a large box containing rice bowls and vegetables. Each piece of food is filled with cooked food.

The food these yamen runners brought to Yang Cong seemed to be no different from others. They were also a big bowl, and the dishes were poured on the rice, and the portions were not very large.

However, if a candidate compares his own food, he will find that Yang Cong’s rice is obviously better than them, and the dishes are even fried. There is no oil in their dishes, but Yang Cong’s rice is covered with slices of meat.

It seems that most of the candidates are trying hard to endure it and cannot go to the cottage. Therefore, there is no other odor in the examination room except for a little sweat and smell. The environment is already good enough. Yang Cong picked up the bowl without hesitation and ate it hard.

Because he knew that it was impossible for people to hold on for a day without going to the cottage, and the cottage in the examination room was on both sides of the house. It was estimated that the entire examination room would be stenched in a short while. After eating again, it would not be so good now.

He guessed correctly. Just after noon, there were dense footsteps coming from the quiet examination room. Obviously, there were people who couldn't hold it in, and there were still many people who couldn't hold it in.

Immediately afterwards, the smell of shit and urine began to spread in the air, and it became stronger and stronger.

It smells so familiar, and a faint smile appeared on Yang Cong's face.

At this moment, he finally understood why Zhao Yan and Liu Shouliang showed nostalgic expressions. Those who have experienced the final exam of the imperial examination and entered the official career will probably miss this exam room, because this is where they dream of taking off. Although the environment is poor, the meaning is special.

Yang Cong sat there and smiled like a lunatic for a while, and his belly began to churn. Not long after, the examiner staggeredly patrolled him in front of him. He quickly raised his hand and signaled that he was going to go to the cottage.

The examiner didn't say anything, but raised his hand and asked the yamen runner who was blinking with him to come and accompany him to the cottage, and then walked away staggeringly.

Now he realized the convenience of paying money. The thatched cottage in the examination room is different from the ordinary thatched cottage. This thatched cottage has no door at all. Moreover, most yamen runners will stare at the candidates to prevent the candidates from taking the opportunity to cheat.

What does it feel like to be stared at by someone to go to the thatched cottage?

Fortunately, Yang Cong didn't have to experience it at all, because after the yamen took him to the cottage, he seemed to be unable to bear the odor in the cottage, so he covered his nose and turned around. Moreover, this guy happened to stand at the door of the cottage and faintly covered him. After he got to the cottage, he even hinted that he would wash his hands with the water in the bowl. When he finished washing, he would immediately fill him up.

This convenience is so convenient. If other candidates, let alone washing their hands, they may not drink enough water.

Yang Cong comfortably wiped his face and wiped his hands on his robe. Then he waved the folding fan and checked the draft.

He carefully checked the draft for an afternoon and revised it carefully several times. At the hour of You, the sun was about to set, so he calmly put down his pen.

The next time was dinner, and not long after he put down his pen, the familiar yamen runners came with food.

The yamen runners brought him the best food, but the stench in the exam room was really too strong at this moment, and Yang Cong had a bad appetite. He ate half of it, then put down his chopsticks and stopped eating.

Soon, the yamen run over to help him collect the bowl. After a while, another yamen runner came over to change the bowl of water for him. The service was thoughtful, and it was like a waiter.

Of course, Zhang Ping gave him much more convenience. At night, the yamen runners who smoked mugwort everywhere also regarded his house as the key care object. Every time a yamen runner passed by him, he would leave him a handful of smoked mugwort. When the yamen runners burned, someone would replace him with a new one.

In short, he had never stopped mugwort here all night. The whole house was filled with the smell of mugwort, and there was no mosquito, and he was too lazy to fight at night. Anyway, there was plenty of time. As soon as it was dark, he packed up his things and took off the wooden boards for the tabletop, and placed them as flat as the wooden boards for the seats. Then he lay on it and fell asleep.

That night, he felt so comfortable, but the other candidates next to him were tortured by mosquitoes, because the yamen runners just smoked them all the way with mugwort and would not stop around any number house. There were so many mosquitoes in other number houses that made people unable to fall asleep. There were sounds of mosquitoes everywhere all night, and most candidates were bitten by mosquitoes and covered in bags.

Of course, not only him, but also the same titles of Yu Dayou, Wang Xuan, Hu Zongxian and others. Zhang Ping is really not a brag, and the logistics of the entire examination room are vaguely controlled by this guy.

The next morning, Yang Cong got up again and started to check the draft. He carefully checked the draft for a day and revised it several times. He felt that there was really nothing to change, so he gave up.

On the morning of the third day, he simply took advantage of the cooler weather and started copying the revised articles on the exact test paper. Before the hour, he had copied all three articles.

Next, he began to shake his fan and enjoy the cool air. Zhang Ping arranged for the yamen runners to take care of him. He ate as much as he wanted, drank as he wanted, and sucked as he wanted. He lived a very comfortable life. By the time of the Youth hour, he handed out the test paper. The other candidates were basically like tuberculosis, with pale faces and shaking walking, but Yang Cong and others had nothing to do, just like they had never experienced three days and two nights of exams.

The next two discussions and current affairs were basically the same as the first one. Yang Cong made the draft on the first morning, and then he checked it leisurely, and finally he carefully copied the article on the formal test paper.

In short, he was not affected by the examination room environment at all and fully demonstrated his level. Logically speaking, there should be no problem in passing the exam.
Chapter completed!