After being reborn as a man, the woman improved her family's fortunes through education.

Chapter 329, Scene 1 complete; Appearing to drink tea.

Lines of text fell onto the draft paper, completed in one go.

When the last stroke was made, the ink on the first character was still wet.

After checking it from beginning to end to make sure there were no errors, I carefully copied it onto the exam paper.

"Thud! Thud, thud!"

The raindrops fell mercilessly on the examination tent, and the candidates who were yelling and screaming were immediately reprimanded.

Yes, it really is raining.

Jiang Xiaoqi felt that her five points were well spent, as the system's weather forecast currently has an accuracy rate of over 95%.

Although he had read quite a few astronomy books and knew basic stargazing, he still spent some points to get double insurance.

The day after entering the examination hall, Jiang Xiaoqi had already finished typing all the questions. After the ink dried, he carefully rolled up the test paper and put it into a bamboo tube.

Take the oilcloth bag off the wall, seal the bamboo tube tightly, and put it into the oilcloth bag that fits perfectly.

He ordered dozens of these bags from the system three years ago. They were inexpensive, had a rustic appearance, and were very suitable for this era.

The original plan was to give a few to each of my grandfather and the others who took the provincial examination. Now there are still more than thirty left, which were then distributed to Jiang Lin and Lao Wang. There are still enough left for next year's examination.

The tarpaulin bag was hung back on the wall, sheltered from the wind and rain. In fact, given the tightness of the packaging, unless there was a flood, their exam papers would be perfectly safe. They were truly exceptionally cautious.

Even though I had already answered all the questions, I still had to wait until the third day to leave the exam room.

Jiang Xiaoqi started a fire, made herself a bowl of her favorite black sesame paste, and casually ate her dinner with some slightly tough dried meat.

It was getting dark, but he didn't intend to light any candles.

He didn't have the habit of burning the midnight oil to write exam papers, but he couldn't help it; his personal space was always brightly lit.

The dim light of the lamp was really awkward. Although I could see clearly, I was worried that I might accidentally stain the exam paper with ink and make it dirty.

There's plenty of time during the day, so why waste candles?

Moreover, the candles distributed in the examination room were of questionable quality, and some were even quite offensive to the eye. It's unclear whether someone received kickbacks.

Occasional use is fine, but if you use it for nine consecutive days, you might end up with eye problems from the fumes.

Jiang Xiaoqi felt that she was someone who cherished her health. Even with the "immune pills" she had taken when she was seven years old protecting her, she shouldn't needlessly endure the harm of counterfeit and shoddy products.

After finishing my meal, I rinsed the bowl with clean water, rinsed my mouth with salt water, and then wiped my face with a damp cotton cloth.

I lay down, covered myself with the blanket, and tried to fall asleep.

The examination hall is now very unfriendly to his height, which is why we originally planned to move the provincial examination to next spring.

He's already almost 1.75 meters tall now, and in a few more years, he might grow to 1.85 meters.

When that time comes, wouldn't it be even more difficult to stretch out one's legs if everyone were crammed into a small examination room?

Furthermore, there are already several officials from the Chiang family and those closely associated with the Chiang family in the court, so my entry into the system now wouldn't be a case of me standing alone.

If we're talking about how one tree can't support a forest, then my great-uncle Jiang Changqing was truly in a precarious situation when he was young; otherwise, he wouldn't have thought of starting a clan school so early on.

For over thirty years, I have devoted my time, effort, and money to the Jiang family so that they could produce more scholars.

Today, the Chiang family is gradually prospering, and my great-uncle deserves the greatest credit for this. His contributions should be remembered for generations to come.

Thinking about the future of the Jiang family and her own future, Jiang Xiaoqi fell into a deep sleep.

On the third day, after the first session of the provincial examination concluded, candidates were allowed to leave the examination hall one after another.

However, the examination hall doors will not open until after noon.

Butler Wen had been waiting outside the examination hall with chicken porridge cooked by his daughter-in-law. He remembered that his grandson Wenbin had once said that the young master loved to drink a bowl of chicken porridge after the exam.

The chicken congee we have now is an improved version by my daughter-in-law, who added lily bulbs and lotus seeds in addition to yam.

After being cooped up in the exam room for three days, unable to eat or sleep well, I really needed something fresh to cleanse my palate.

Butler Wen is now past fifty and his eyesight is failing.

He pulled over a young servant and made him keep an eye on the examination hall gate.

As Jiang Xiaoqi slowly walked out of the examination room with the crowd, she immediately spotted the group of people waiting for her.

"Young master, you've worked hard. Have some honey chrysanthemum tea first, then some yam and chicken porridge."

The housekeeper opened a large food box, revealing a jar of chicken congee wrapped in a small cotton blanket to ensure it was still warm.

There were also four or five empty bowls in the food box, clearly indicating that each of the Jiang family's sons had a share.

"Thank you for your hard work, Butler Wen. This porridge doesn't taste the same as before."

"Yes, young master, the second son's wife has modified the original recipe to make it more suitable for this time of year."

"Hmm, it's very good. Let Brother Lin and Brother Yan try it later."

"Yes, yes, yes, we brought plenty of them."

I had only taken a few sips when I heard a commotion coming from the entrance of the examination hall.

"Someone come quick! Someone's fainted! Are there any family members around? Your young master has collapsed!"

"Young master, please get into the carriage first, so you won't get jostled or bumped. I'll have the guards go and see if it's one of the young masters from the clan."

"Okay, go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Lin and the other two, along with Old Wang, had already reached the carriage.

"Alright, Steward Wen, there's no need to go. The one who fainted isn't from our family."

“Mingfei, you don’t know, quite a few people caught a cold in the first round. Luckily, we laid out the tarpaulin as soon as we entered the venue, otherwise we might not have been able to escape it.”

Old Wang spoke his mind quickly, saying that those candidates who looked as pale as paper were truly frightening. While there had been sick candidates in previous years, it was rare to see so many fall ill in the very first exam.

It's all because of that sudden downpour that started right after we entered the venue. Most of the people who shielded themselves from the rain were probably trying to protect the exam papers.

"It's good that you're all alright. Have some chicken congee, it tastes good, and Butler Wen brought it over specially."

"Oh? There's porridge? I'm starving. I was too lazy to start a fire at noon, so I was just waiting to get home and have a good meal."

Jiang Hao was the first to rush up to Butler Wen and politely said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Butler Wen was also very happy to see several young men from the clan who were about the same age as his young master. These people would be his young master's closest companions and helpers when they entered officialdom.

We absolutely must serve them well. If they all pass the provincial examination, our young master won't be alone during next year's metropolitan examination.

After everyone had their porridge, they tacitly refrained from mentioning the questions from the first exam, so as not to affect their mindset for the next one.

It's not too late to talk about it after the three exams. Talking about it now, whether you do well or poorly, won't help. We can't just sneak in and change the answers.

"Alright, everyone get in the car. Go back and take a good shower. Don't think about anything. We have to go to the venue tomorrow!"