Yang Cong's writing speed is really not covered, it is not bad that the general show can do a scripture in half a day, but he can write one in less than an hour, and the first day is not yet noon, so he has typed the drafts of the three scripture questions.

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 another two days polishing the article, and then copy the test paper.

Just as he was shaking the folding fan and checking the draft leisurely, several officials came over with their burdens.

This time, they picked a special food box, that is, a large box for rice bowls and vegetable bowls, one grid at a time, and it was full of cooked meals.

The food served to Yang Cong by these officials seemed to be no different from others, it was also a big bowl, and the dishes were poured on top of the rice, and the portion was not very large.

However, if any candidates compare their own meals, they will find that Yang Cong's rice is obviously better than theirs, and the dishes are fried alone, and they can't see any oil stars in their dishes, but Yang Cong's dishes are slices of meat.

At this time, it seems that most of the candidates are desperately enduring and not going to the thatched house, so there is no other smell in the examination room except for a little smell of sweat, this environment is good enough, Yang Cong did not hesitate to pick up the bowl and eat it violently.

Because he knows that it is impossible for people to hold back for a day without going to the thatched house, and the thatched room of the examination room is on both sides of the building, it is estimated that it will not be long before the whole examination room will be stinky.

He guessed correctly, just after noon, there was a dense sound of footsteps in the quiet examination room, it was obvious that there were people who couldn't hold back, and there were many people who couldn't hold back.

Immediately after, the smell of and urine began to fill the air, and it became stronger and stronger.

What a familiar taste, Yang Cong's face couldn't help but show a faint smile.

At this time, he finally understood why Zhao Yan and Liu Shouliang showed nostalgic expressions, those who have experienced the final gold list title of the imperial examination and entered the official career, it is estimated that they will miss this examination room, because this is the place where their dreams take off, although the environment is poor, but the meaning is special.

Yang Cong sat there and smiled nervously for a while, and his stomach began to churn, and it didn't take long for the inspector to inspect in front of him, and he hurriedly raised his hand to signal that he was going to the thatched house.

The examiner didn't say anything, but just raised his hand and asked the official who was winking at him to come over, accompany him to the thatched house, and then staggered away.

Now he realized the convenience of paying money, the thatched house in this examination room is different from the ordinary thatched house, this thatched house has no door at all, and the general officials will stare at the candidates to prevent the candidates from cheating.

What does it feel like to be stared at in a thatched house?

Fortunately, Yang Cong didn't have to experience it at all, because after the official took him to the thatched house, he didn't seem to be able to stand the smell in the thatched house, so he covered his nose and turned around, and this guy happened to be standing at the door of the thatched house, faintly covering him.

This is so convenient that if other candidates, let alone wash their hands, they may not be able to drink enough water.

Yang Cong comfortably wiped a handful on his face, wiped his hands on his robe, and then shook the folding fan while checking the draft.

He carefully checked the draft for an afternoon, revised it several times, and when it was time for the unitary, the sun was about to set, so he put down the pen in a hurry.

The next thing was dinner, and not long after he put the pen down, the familiar servants came over with food.

Naturally, the best meal served to him by these officials was still the best, but the smell in the examination room was really a little too strong at this time, and Yang Cong's appetite was not very good, so he ate a small half of it, then put down his chopsticks and stopped eating.

Soon, those officials came over to help him put away the bowl, and after a while, another official came over to change the bowl of water for him, and the service was considerate, which was just like the shopkeeper.

Of course, Zhang Ping's convenience for him is far more than that, at night, those officials who smoke wormwood everywhere also regard his house as a key object of care, every time a servant passes by him, he will leave him a handful of smoking wormwood, and when the wormwood is burned, someone will replace him with a new one.

In short, he had not broken wormwood all night, and the whole house was full of wormwood, and there was not a single mosquito, and he was too lazy to pick up the lamp to fight at night, anyway, there was plenty of time, and as soon as it was dark, he packed up his things, and took down the wooden planks used for the tabletop, and placed them as flat as the wooden planks used for the seats, and then lay down on them and fell asleep.

This night, he was comfortable, but the other candidates next to him were tortured by mosquitoes, because those officials just took wormwood and smoked it all the way, and they did not deliberately stay near which house, there were many mosquitoes in other houses, and it was impossible to sleep, and there was a sound of crackling mosquitoes everywhere throughout the night, and most of the candidates were bitten by mosquitoes and were covered with bags.

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

Early the next morning, Yang Cong got up refreshed and began to check the draft, he seriously checked the draft for a day, and changed it a few times, feeling that there was really nothing to change, so he gave up.

On the morning of the third day, he simply took advantage of the fact that the weather was still relatively cool, and directly began to copy the corrected articles on the correct test papers, and before the hour, he had already copied all three articles.

Next, he began to shake the fan to take advantage of the cool there, with Zhang Ping's arrangement of the official to take care of, he wanted to eat, he wanted to drink, he wanted to pull, he was very comfortable, and when it was time to hand over the test papers, the other candidates were basically like tuberculosis ghosts, their faces were pale, and they were shaky when they walked, but Yang Cong and the others had nothing to do, just like they had not experienced three days and two nights of exams.

The next two expositions and current affairs are basically the same as the first one, Yang Cong finished the draft on the first morning, followed by a leisurely check, and finally seriously copied the article to the official test paper.

In short, he was not affected by the environment of the examination room at all, and his level was fully brought into play, and it stands to reason that there should be no problem in the middle lift.

However, after the exam, he was a little worried, because he didn't know if Yan Song, a famous traitor through the ages, would really rectify him for the sake of a head of the Ministry of Rites.