The examination venue for the spring examination was a row of small black rooms, called 'rooms'. After the students entered, the bugle soldier in charge of supervision would lock the door, leaving only a small window for the students to deliver their exam papers.
For the entire day, the students finished their daily routine in the small black room.
The candlelight was like a bean, dyeing the small room with a dim yellow. Xu Erlang sat by the table, pouring water into the inkstone and slowly grinding it.
There was still a long time before the start of the exam, and this time was enough for him to calm down and think about some things.
Since ancient times, the poetry world of Dafeng had been in decline for a long time. Therefore, for most students, the last round of the exam was just a formality.
