The next morning, Zhao Jun was ready to go.
This time he changed his clothes.
Yesterday, she went out wearing modern clothes and attracted a lot of attention.
Although Bianliang has envoys from various countries, and it is not uncommon to dress in strange clothes, after all, I have never seen anyone wearing short-sleeved pants and flip-flops.
The hair was washed clean, and among the ancients who all wore their hair tied up, it had a weird slanted bangs look.
This is actually the least eye-catching thing, because many foreigners do not grow their hair like Han people, and there are even a few with short hair. For example, Jews shave their tops and leave two long braids on their temples.
After putting on an ordinary gown, Zhao Jun looked at it with the camera that came with his laptop and found that it fit him very well.
These clothes were delivered by Cao Xiu yesterday. It seems that he had already measured his height and weight before, and he was quite considerate.
After I put on this outfit and went out, I no longer felt as inconsistent as yesterday. The number of glances peeking at me from time to time on the street has decreased a lot, and I seem to have really blended into the Song Dynasty.
Today he still visited the inner city of Bianliang and saw every corner of the inner city, including the towering seventy-second floor, more than a dozen large-scale tile houses, and more than fifty hook-and-rail buildings. Although he did not enter , but looked at it roughly for a long time.
No one makes trouble in the inner city, and sometimes we see quarrels among restaurant patrons, but basically if you blow a whistle on the street, a police officer will come over to deal with the situation, and you can't see any arrogant and domineering people in the government office. All this seems to indicate that the Song Dynasty in Zhao Jun's heart may not be so unbearable.
By the fifth day, Zhao Jun had already traveled throughout the inner city of Bianliang. In his free time, he would also go to the teahouse to drink tea and listen to the recent happenings in Bianliang City, such as interesting stories about the homes of high-ranking officials, and who The lyricist has written a good new poem, and another fan has come to the Gouban.
Everything seems to be peaceful and peaceful. There is no oppression or exploitation. Everyone is happy and has a good life. Even if he could hear some complaints and sighs sometimes, people who could eat in high-end restaurants would still be rich no matter how much they complained about.
By the sixth day, Zhao Jun had learned the format of the policy discussion, the smooth writing of poems, lyrics, and poems, and became proficient in calligraphy. At the same time, he could write a policy discussion with slightly weird content. He could almost recite the "Book of Filial Piety" by heart.
Although he spends most of the day shopping and studies from 4pm to 9.10pm, he doesn't have much to learn and has a lot of things in mind, plus he can take the exam. The master's ability to memorize by rote was not much different, so the progress was very fast.
Those who come to teach these days are Wang Zeng, Lu Yijian, Yan Shu, Cai Qi, Sheng Du, Song Shou and other high-ranking officials who have passed the imperial examination or the first-class Jinshi. Their understanding of the imperial examination is extremely advanced. With their assistance, Zhao Jun The learning progress can be described as rapid.
But every time they were tutoring, they would inadvertently talk about something, such as asking him to study hard and strive for a good rank in the imperial examination, or they also had their own difficulties and hoped that he would learn more about it after entering the officialdom in the future. Listen and then draw conclusions or something like that.
Zhao Jun always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it.
Because what the other party said seems to be very reasonable. Without investigation, there is no right to speak. If you want to change officialdom, you must have a deep understanding of officialdom. To gain a deeper understanding of the officialdom, taking the imperial examination is the inevitable path, so it seems that I can only waste time like this temporarily.
In the early morning of the sixth day, Zhao Jun got up early and put on a new set of clothes. He even wore a turban on his head. After all, he hadn't cut his hair for more than three months. Although his hair was not enough to be braided, it was already very deep.
After walking out of the door, Zhou Xin and other officials from the Imperial City Department quickly came over to greet him.
Zhao Jun's house is guarded by three groups of people every day and monitored 24 hours a day. When he goes out, in addition to Di Qing and others, there are at least 20 or 30 police officers who secretly follow him. There is also a battalion stationed in the right wing waiting to be dispatched. .
After nodding to Zhou Xin and others, Zhao Jun walked out of the house.
Di Qing and the others had been waiting for a long time. After saying good morning to each other, he had a breakfast at Li Ji Snack Shop on Qingtai Street. Then he left Qingtai Street and headed towards Liangmen in the outer city. .
Bianliang is like a prison cage. The outermost outer city has city walls, and the inner city also has city walls. After that, there is the imperial palace, which is surrounded by circles, trapping the emperor inside.
Liangmen is a high wall between the inner city and the outer city, locking the prosperous difference between the inner city and the outer city.
However, when Zhao Jun and the others walked out, they discovered that although the prosperity of the market outside Liangmen was a little worse than that of the inner city, it didn't seem to be much worse, except that the style of the houses was a little worse.
The inner city is full of high-rise buildings, and there are also courtyards with white walls and gray tiles, while the outer city is mostly composed of courtyards with white walls and gray tiles, and there are fewer high-rise buildings. Obviously, the business atmosphere in the inner city is more intense, mainly focusing on entertainment and life. Money will live extremely comfortably in the inner city.
As for the commercial atmosphere of the outer city, it is not bad, but it is slightly scattered and not as concentrated as the inner city.
Zhao Jun walked out of the inner city and wandered around the outer city. He even went to Daguan Lane to see Fan Zhongyan's mansion. The house in Fan's mansion was much larger than Zhao Jun's. But after asking about the house price, he found that it was much larger than Zhao Jun's. The set is cheap, only 8,000 guan.
After leaving Daguan Lane, head towards Kaiyuanmen. The further away from the center of Bianliang, the worse the quality of the houses you see. The houses near Kaiyuanmen are already the outermost part of the city. Basically, they are some Dilapidated wooden house.
There are actually a lot of people coming and going. When we first left the inner city, there were bluestones on the ground, but when we got to the outer area, it was basically rammed earth. Pedestrians no longer walked leisurely like people in the inner city, but were walking in a hurry. The pace of walking is much faster.
When Zhao Jun walked out of Yiqiufang and entered Shuimen Street, what he saw was completely different.
At this moment, he was standing on the bridge between Shuimen Street and Yiqiufang in Bianliang, Xicheng. The arch bridge connected the two banks. The small bridge on the right bank was full of flowing water, with willows leaning on it, white walls and gray tiles. It looked like a small rich family's house. The ground was paved with bluestone slabs and there were also It is relatively clean, with only a few houses slightly dilapidated.
The left bank seems to be in ruins. There are rows of small wooden houses in rows. The clothes are washed white and full of patches. Passers-by with disheveled faces can be seen everywhere. The ground is very dirty, sewage is rampant, and the stench is overwhelming.
There are a lot of people doing business, and the things sold in the crowded bustling market are basically the cheapest items. The most popular ones are not the rich varieties of pastries, but basic rice and noodles.
A large cake costs four to five cents, which is much cheaper than in the inner city. The color of the salt is not snowflake white, but brown and yellow, almost black. Even the clear tea soup is not like that in the inner city, but rotten old tea and vegetable leaf soup, with almost no oil or water in it.
The flow of people in each street here is much larger than that in the inner city and the outer city close to the inner city. Zhao Jun saw many coolies fighting against sacks, porters at the riverside docks, groups of beggars wandering the streets, and many poor people in ragged clothes. countless.
"Give way, give way."
"Tanghulu, big and sweet candied haws."
"Hey, what's wrong with you!"
"They sell cooking cakes. They are delicious and cheap. Come and buy them."
"A thief, stealing something."
"He's caught. He dares to steal our things? Beat him to death."
"Don't fight, don't fight, the official is here."
"Brothers, let's go!"
The originally noisy streets quickly returned to calm with the arrival of official duties.
What is completely different from the inner city is that there are no government officials patrolling every street. There are only a few Kaifeng Prefecture officials on duty at the end of the street.
After all, the entire Bianliang Kaifeng Prefecture has a population of more than 1.5 million, and the inner city is large enough, covering an area of at least ten square kilometers. The outer city is several times that of the inner city, with a total area of more than fifty square kilometers. , the population density is about 30,000 people per square kilometer.
In later generations, Beijing, the capital city with a total population of more than 20 million, had a population density of only 10,000 people per square kilometer. You can know how crowded the outer city of Bianliang was.
Not to mention a Kaifeng Mansion, even with the Imperial City Division, it would be difficult to manage it.
Zhao Jun frowned and watched this scene.
He did not take any action. At this time, he was more like a spectator, understanding the situation in Bianliang and going deep into the people to understand the suffering.
Sure enough, if you stay in the inner city for a long time, you will feel that the world is peaceful and peaceful.
But just after leaving the inner city and arriving at the outskirts of the outer city, one can quickly feel the huge gap between rich and poor.
Across the river, there is singing and dancing, and the years are quiet. Here is the rolling mortal world, with all kinds of conditions in the world.
However, Zhao Jun didn't say much. There is a gap between the rich and the poor in any country. All he can do is to look at everything in the world, understand all the situations, and then make his own conclusion.
This is research work.
He can see many poor people, but he can't help any of them now, because there are too many poor people in the world, and only by making changes can most of them be saved.
So he continued walking on the street, not disgusted with the sewage on the ground, but quietly watching everything in the world.
At the end of the morning, he saw six fights and thefts alone.
At 3:30 p.m., he saw with his own eyes a team of donkey carts coming in from the outer city. As they passed by the street, they were interrogated by the guards on duty. The owner of the donkey carts skillfully took out half a bunch of copper coins from his arms and stuffed them into the hands of the guards.
At early noon, while eating in a small shop, several burly men walked into the shop. The boss smiled and gave them this month's money.
On the street corner under the city wall of Kaiyuanmen, a disabled beggar in ragged clothes was sitting cross-legged, begging from passers-by. Those carrying burdens, walking, and standing next to him would at most look at him sympathetically. Only wealthy foreigners who had just entered the city or wealthy Confucian scholars would give him a few coins.
More than a dozen children with bare feet and ragged clothes were sitting on the roadside in groups. When they saw Zhao Jun and others, they were cleanly dressed, and Di Qing and others had knives hanging from their waists, showing fear. After they left, they suddenly rushed to beg beside two richly dressed scholars who had just entered the city. In the chaos, the money bags of the two scholars disappeared.
A woman with a numb expression and a thin body, with dirty clothes and disheveled hair, was walking on the street. As she walked, she suddenly went crazy, banged her head against the wall, and kept crying. He was caught by a neighbor and sent back.
I heard from others that the child disappeared a few days ago, and the husband had to go out to work to earn money to support the family. The woman cried every day, and eventually she got hysteria and often ran away madly.
Zhao Jun is still like a passerby, but sometimes he frowns, sometimes sighs, and sometimes he stands in a daze on the Bianliang Bridge, leaving Di Qing and the others confused.
In the afternoon, Zhao Jun went back on time.
Today, Wang Zeng came to teach again, and he taught him the imperial examination knowledge as seriously as usual, seemingly imparting everything he had to him without reservation.
After a while, Wang Zeng seemed to notice Zhao Jun's absent-mindedness and asked casually: "What's wrong?"
"I went to the outer city."
Zhao Jun said.
Wang Zeng was stunned for a moment, then pretended to be casual and said: "How do you feel?"
"It's like another world."
Zhao Jun raised his head and looked at Wang Zeng and said, "I wonder what Mr. Wang thinks of these?"
He emphasized the word "Xiangong Wang" very strongly, which was quite mocking.
Wang Zeng shook his head: "Are you blaming me?"
"The Grand Prime Minister lives in a mansion with dozens of acres of land, and the people outside the city don't even have a place to stand."
Zhao Jun said: "Isn't this your problem?"
"Zhao Jun."
"Um?"
"Do you think that since you are so powerful, why do you still need to take the imperial examination?"
"Yes, I can't figure it out."
"It's very simple. As I said before, you have to understand everything."
What Wang Zeng was holding was a policy paper written by Zhao Jun yesterday. While reading it, he said: "You don't know anything about officialdom. Do you know that if the restructuring is carried out as you say, officials all over the world will oppose it?" If they suspend power for one day, the Song Dynasty will face disaster. Only by going deep into the officialdom can we make a difference."
"is that so?"
Zhao Jun frowned and thought.
Again, he had just traveled through time. Although he was full of theories and learned a lot from books, he still had no idea about reality.
He didn't know how corrupt and dark the officialdom and darkness of the Song Dynasty were in the books.
He didn't know what the so-called "officials did not do their duty to the public, or acted in detours when dispatching, or harmed their own people when doing evil".
He also doesn't know how the people at the bottom live their lives.
Therefore, he can make compromises and follow their arrangements. He first enters the officialdom, then understands the situation, goes deep into the grassroots, and conducts research everywhere.
But is this really the right path?
In the future, even if you get the top prize and become an official, you will still have to be promoted step by step according to the rules of the officialdom. When you take charge of power in the future, you will probably be in your thirties or forties. Isn't this a waste of time?
"Yes."
Wang Zeng replied: "You have only been in the outer city for one day, and you have so many complaints. But if you really understand the situation in the officialdom, you will find that these things are not worth mentioning."
"Doesn't that mean the official order should be changed?"
Zhao Jun said.
Wang Zeng smiled and said: "I found out how you always think of problems very simply. If the order of the officialdom could be changed at any time, the Song Dynasty would not be what it is now. You are still young, settle down step by step, and you can be in the officialdom while Understand the situation and make firearms and flintlock guns as you said before to strengthen the country."
"Oh well."
Zhao Jun responded as if he was clicked.
Wang Zeng seemed very satisfied with his thoughts and attitude and continued to explain the topic to him.
But he didn't know that after he left, Zhao Jun thought about it for a long time in his room that night.
Let me remind you that my background here is the Song Dynasty, not the early Ming Dynasty.
In the early Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Di could kill whenever they wanted and did whatever they wanted.
What is the background of Song Renzong?
It was an official who was corrupt, perverted the law, and killed innocent people indiscriminately. The evidence was conclusive. Bao Zheng requested that this official be severely punished. Zhao Zhen just laughed and passed. If he couldn't be fooled, he was dismissed first and then promoted.
This corrupt official is called Wang Kui.
And there are countless such examples.
If the protagonist was given great power right after he came over, and then took drastic measures, it would be too illogical. It would not be called a historical novel, but a cool novel that uses brainless wisdom.
So he was deceived by the civil service group including Zhao Zhen. After that, Longchang realized the truth and started to flip the table. There is a process of sublimation before it is called normal.
Stop talking nonsense in the comments. Reading the comments can easily make the author suffer from brain congestion.
(End of chapter)
