This time the transaction is naturally very simple, both sides are already very familiar, Zhang Yang exchanged a complete set of glass tea sets for Su Shi's calligraphy and paintings, and used a set of seven-color glass wine vessels for two official kilns, and the harvest was rich.

After the transaction, it was getting dark. Zhang Yang invited Shopkeeper Li to drink again, and bluntly said: This is definitely a good wine he has never drunk! Shopkeeper Li was aroused by Zhang Yang, and couldn't wait to urge Zhang Yang to hurry up.

The wine of the Great Song Dynasty is still low-alcohol wine, the taste is relatively light, and Zhang Yang himself is not used to drinking it, so he brought a lot of high-grade wine from modern society. For the shopkeeper Li who has never been exposed to high wine, it is naturally rich in wine aroma and spicy and thick! But it's only been three cups, and it's already fluttering...

The two drank for more than half an hour, but Shopkeeper Li couldn't support it and fell drunk. Zhang Yang had no choice but to hire a carriage to send him back.

It's not interesting to drink alone, so Zhang Yang is ready to rush back. Walking on the crowded streets, there is a feeling of returning to the modern night market in a trance! It's hard to imagine that in the Northern Song Dynasty in the 12th century, people's nightlife was already so rich.

In later generations, people often say that the strong Han, the Tang Dynasty, the rich Song Dynasty, and the stubborn Ming, the ancestors created an incomparably brilliant high civilization in such a dark era!

Compared with the Great Song Dynasty, the rising Dajin was just a group of wild men who had just taken off their animal clothes, and the people living under the rule of the Western Xia were no different from cattle and sheep, even in relatively civilized Europe, the people there were like walking corpses under the dark rule of the Holy See, not to mention the wild people on the American continent who were still in the Stone Age.

Although the Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty at this time was deaf and traitorous ministers were reunited, there was at least hope for the ordinary people.

Zhang Yang, who originally planned to make a wave and leave, couldn't help but fall into contemplation, he knew that in five years, a barbaric nation would send the most civilized country in the world into the abyss!

To save, or not to save?

Zhang Yang struggled a little, during this time, the old Zhao family did their best to bastard the emperor! A trumped-up charge killed the anti-gold general Yue Fei! It takes a brain-dead person to do this...

Zhang Yang couldn't help sighing: You deserve to be destroyed.

If you don't save yourself when you die, Zhang Yang always feels uneasy about his conscience. In this era, China's population has exceeded 120 million! By the time of the Southern Song Dynasty, the population had dropped to 80 million, and at least 40 million people had died!

Just thinking about it makes you gnash your teeth.

"it, it! Anyway, the worst result has been written in the history books, Lao Tzu is not Yue Fei who only thinks about the death of the king and the death of the minister! If you dare to play yin with Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will directly rebel against you! Zhang Yang thought viciously.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yang was in a good mood, and he comforted himself in his heart: I am all for the people! It's definitely not because of the greed for beauty...

Zhang Yang felt that he had suddenly become majestic at this moment, and even his back was a lot more majestic.

Just when Zhang Yang was immersed in the crooked world, he suddenly smelled a faint aroma of rouge, and when he looked up, it turned out to be an ancient characteristic industry - Qinglou.

During this time, because his wife was pregnant, Zhang Yang was suffocated! The aroma of rouge in the air is like a goblin that seduces people and criminals, and it easily destroys the bottom line of Zhang Yang.

Standing in front of the door of the Qinglou, listening to the laughter of the warbler Yanyan inside, Zhang Yang felt that he couldn't be straighter anymore! couldn't help but step into it anymore, and just as he was about to shout, 'I'm going to fight ten', a thief-eyed turtle man stopped in front of Zhang Yang.

Not only that, but he kept looking Zhang Yang up and down, and then said with an arrogant expression: "You can't go in, we only entertain scholars here!" ”

Zhang Yang's heart is angry! Ma Dan, isn't it looking for death to provoke Lao Tzu at this time!

"Which dog can tell with your eyes that I'm not a scholar!" Zhang Yang squirted the turtle man's saliva and roared.

After speaking, he suddenly realized that there was a Song Dynasty that was extremely heavy on literature and light on martial arts, and the social status of scholars was very high! And he is dressed as an ordinary person, no wonder the Turtle Guild blocks his way.

Look at the group of scholars in the room, even if the face is thick, it is somewhat unbearable at this time, and the straight steel bar hangs down listlessly as if deflated...

But the so-called loser does not lose the battle, Zhang Yang threw his big hand and slapped the mocking face of the turtle prince, and then spat and brushed his sleeves away.

The turtle who was slapped in vain naturally didn't comply, and rushed up to find Zhang Yang to explain the law, but before he could take two steps, he was pinched by Zhang Long behind Zhang Yang and picked him up! It hurt so much that he cried his father and called his mother, and begged for mercy again and again. Zhang Long ignored his howl and threw him more than ten meters away like garbage.

Zhang Long's roughness naturally frightened many people, and several green-skinned thugs who rushed out of the Qinglou saw this scene, and they were all so frightened that they stopped in front of the door, watching the two of them go away in awe.

As for the turtle father's scolding and threat, he was ignored by everyone gorgeously, and he didn't see that people threw a turtle man of more than 100 catties out lightly for a few feet, and he could still please these few people?

Zhang Yang, who returned to his residence, couldn't sleep, and it was too difficult to get ahead in this era. The sentence handed down by Song Taizu 'everything is inferior, only reading is high' is regarded as a golden rule by the people of this era! In this context, studying for the imperial examination has become the only way out.

And this road is too difficult for Zhang Yang, he doesn't have such a strong background in Chinese studies, and he can't even understand classical Chinese! It would be easier to let him go to the imperial examination than to rebel directly.

But in the Song Dynasty, you couldn't be an official without the imperial examination, so if you want to change the fate of the Great Song Dynasty, it will become an empty talk! As for joining the army, Zhang Yang never thought about it, because being a soldier still has to tattoo words on his face!

MMP, being a soldier is not dignified to such an extent, how many people are willing to die for you! Without a strong national defense, affluence is the original sin.

When Zhang Yang was at a loss, Zhang Long came in with a large bucket of bath water. This ancient period was very good in many aspects, but the living facilities were too backward.

"Just leave it at that, you go outside and keep watch."

"Yes, sir."

Lying in the hot bath water, Zhang Yang hummed comfortably, Zhang Yang had a flash of inspiration at this time, and said with a smile: "I'm so stupid, I must participate in the imperial examination by myself for Mao?" Isn't there a liquid robot like the T-1000, he can take the test like me! ”

After thinking about this, Zhang Yang's mood also improved, but when he thought of the price of the 500KG gold of the T-1000, he suddenly felt pain again...