Su Jin patiently explained that he was mentally prepared that if the proctor was not lenient, he would pass by eating dried radish for the next few days.
Nothing is more important than exams.
After a moment's thought, the proctor nodded. "I'll go ask."
Seeing that he agreed, Su Jin quickly cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, sir. Could you please open another jar and send it to Young Master Lin in dormitory number sixty-six?"
The proctor scrutinized Su Jin from head to toe, then walked quickly out without answering.
Hearing the voices, Zhen Jingxiu, who was diagonally opposite, craned his neck to look. Although he couldn't hear clearly, he knew that Su Jin was talking to the proctor about the ceramic jar.
He put down his pen and started a fire to cook porridge.
Zhen Jingxiu usually doesn't go into the kitchen at home, and he only recently learned how to cook porridge.
Fortunately, Su Jin had talked to him about how to start a fire that day, and he quickly lit the firewood with pine oil.
To make it easier for the scholars to cook, the firewood in the examination hall was kept very dry.
Some scholars tried to light fires with waste paper, while others got covered in soot and couldn't get anything burning for a long time.
This person is the young master sitting opposite Su Jin.
Su Jin looked at the opposite cell, which was filled with smoke and fire, and saw the young master sticking his head out of the cell and coughing violently.
Seeing that he had looked at it, Su Jin picked up the used scrap paper in her hand and blew on it.
The young man suddenly realized what was happening and bowed to Su Jin from afar.
The young man's face was patchy with white and black marks, but when he smiled at Su Jin, he revealed a set of pearly white teeth, making him look extremely comical.
Hearing footsteps, Su Jin quickly put away the scrap paper in her hand.
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