In front of the Capital magistrate's office.
Xun Yuanliang raised the mallet high with both hands and struck the drum with all his might. The dull, rhythmic thumping echoed instantly, quickly drawing a crowd of bystanders.
"Hey, aren't those the second and third place scholars? I had the honor of seeing them before. Why are they here at the magistrate's office beating the drum to file a complaint?"
Chapter 295