The sky was slightly bright, and Zhao Jiaren woke up from his sleep. Looking up at the morning glow on the horizon, Zhao Jiaren couldn't help but recall the fire in Quanzhou. He touched his forehead and felt his hands drenched in sweat. Struggling to sit up, I felt the clothes on my back sticking to my body.

Accustomed to waking up like this, Zhao Jiaren slowly took off his clothes first. Wearing only a pair of silk panties, he sat cross-legged in the cabin. I think about making a big business in my mind.

In this era, there were no cotton clothes, ordinary people wore linen clothes, and wealthy families wore silk and satin. Some people use 'pawn uniforms, farmers tiptoe silk shoes' to describe the style of the Song Dynasty. In Zhao Jiaren's personal experience, this is also because there is no better textile alternative. In the 21st century, even the wealthy do not use pure silk products in their clothing.

didn't think about it for long, and saw Zhao Yong naturally bring in a bucket, and a silk hand towel was placed next to the bucket. "Third son, wipe your body."

Although I try to tell myself every time, I have to eat one bite at a time, and I have to do things one by one. Pick up a hand towel that is smooth and absorbs very little water. Zhao Jiaren still has a strong urge to find a place to grow cotton. It's not that he has a whim today, every once in a while, Zhao Jiaren will have such an impulse.

When Zhao Jiaren washed his face and wiped his body, Zhao Yong had already brought food in. Eating the meat dumplings, Zhao Yong said in a vague voice: "Third son, the horses have been prepared." But do you know the way? ”

Zhao Jiaren replied lightly: "I have already inquired." ”

"Those people...... You can't tell you the wrong path, right? Zhao Yong asked with some uneasiness.

Zhao Yong followed him for a few months, and Zhao Jiaren knew that this was Zhao Yong's most subtle words. Zhao Jiaren replied calmly: "It should be right." ”

In fact, he didn't ask anyone at all, but he had been here before and still had an impression of the road.

Zhao Yong didn't say much more, he changed the topic, "Third son, this time we are not going to the territory of the government." You have to keep up with me, and don't let the kidnappers see me. Zhao Yong was obviously not joking.

Zhao Jiaren didn't say anything, he had already untied his horn when he was scrubbing, and his cloak was scattered at this time. I reached out and touched it, and felt that my hair was dry. Zhao Jiaren took out the bamboo hairpin from his luggage and skillfully twisted his hair. Use a bamboo hairpin to cross the root of the hair, and wrap the tightened hair strand on the hairpin with your left hand, and coil it vigorously a few times. Tuck the ends of your hair into a bun. Tie the bun with a hair tie. An ordinary bun is knotted.

The total horn and the bundle of hair are signs of adulthood or juvenile, and with the same height, those who are unscrupulous will always be a little jealous of those who face the bundle of hair. Seeing that Zhao Jiaren was no longer a child's hairstyle, Zhao Yong praised: "Third Young Master, you are already tall. I'm relieved. ”

I had breakfast and rested for a while. The two of them rode on horseback, and walked along the official road for more than an hour, when they saw a mountain in the distance. The mountains are densely wooded and red. It seems to be burning in the sun.

"Beautiful!" It was the first time for Zhao Yong to come here, and he couldn't help but praise it.

Zhao Jiaren has 'been' here several times. On the scales is a well-known place to enjoy the maple leaves. The maple trees are beautiful, but the peaks are not high, the altitude is only 200 meters, and it is the highest peak among the Lingyan mountains. The top is flat, hundreds of people can be gathered, so it is called Tianping Mountain. Even in his current state of mind, Zhao Jiaren likes it very much.

"Parking sits in love with Maple Grove Evening,"

"Parking sits in love with Maple Grove Evening,"

"Frost leaves are red in February."

"Frost leaves are red in February."

In the car next to it, there are voices of men and young children, and it is believed that the father who is traveling is teaching the children to recite this famous poem about appreciating the maple leaves. Zhao Jiaren is not the only one who appreciates the maple leaves, there are cars, horses and sedan chairs on the road to Tianping Mountain. Even if it doesn't reach the point where BMW incense cars are carved all over the road, it is quite lively.

"This Gusu's car looks more than ours in Quanzhou." Zhao Yong couldn't help but sigh.

Zhao Jiaren didn't want to answer. Gusu is located in the plains, which is naturally different from Fujian, which is mainly mountainous. He urged the horse forward, and when he reached the maple forest farthest away from Tianping Mountain, Zhao Jiaren restrained the horse. didn't get off the horse, Zhao Jiaren sat on the saddle and touched the maple tree and smelled the maple leaves. Zhao Yong also did the same, and then praised: "Third son, this maple leaf is quite fragrant." ”

Zhao Jiaren picked a handful of maple leaves in his hand, put down the sentence "go", and turned the horse's head in the direction of Suzhou City.

This kind of behavior caught Zhao Yong off guard, he looked at Zhao Jiaren's back, and then looked at the peaks with maple leaves like fire. From the bottom of his heart, of course Zhao Yong wants to play here for a while, but his job is to take care of Zhao Jiaren. In desperation, Zhao Yong learned from Zhao Jiaren to pull down a few maple leaves, and reluctantly turned the horse's head and followed Zhao Jiaren.

The two walked side by side, pinching the petiole of the maple leaf, Zhao Yong smelled the leaf and asked, "Third prince, what are we going to Gusu City for?" ”

"Ask about the best local blacksmiths." Zhao Jiaren was not as excessive as Zhao Yong, and put a small handful of maple leaves into his pocket, and Zhao Jiaren pinched a maple leaf in his hand.

Zhao Yong asked puzzledly: "We also have many good blacksmiths in Quanzhou, why do you want to ask the blacksmith here in Gusu?" ”

"Be prepared." Zhao Jiaren replied. In fact, he thought that maybe it would be more appropriate to say, 'The stones of other mountains can attack jade'. But he didn't want to explain to Zhao Yong anymore. Asking Jia Yidao for help was Zhao Jiaren's risky move, and it was also the only opportunity Zhao Jiaren could think of.

A small doll jinshi can surprise everyone in the court, but it is only a surprise. Those people in power will still act according to their interests, and it is impossible for Zhao Jiaren to change. The power to distribute work is in the hands of the prime minister of the current dynasty, and the current two prime ministers are Dong Huai and Ding Danian.

If the prime minister does not assign work, Zhao Jiaren can only go home with an empty official title and eat himself. It is very likely that he will not be valued by the prime minister, and Zhao Jiaren naturally has to consider what he should do in this situation. The best response is undoubtedly to run back to his hometown and find a way to make money with the halo of Jinshi on his head.

Suzhou, like other Great Song cities of this era, was very lively. Seeing two horseback passengers with a small burden on their backs passing by, the innkeeper shouted whether he wanted to stay in the hotel, and the food seller shouted loudly about the signature dishes in his store.

As a water city, Suzhou has many bridges. When the bridge was crossed, some beggars came around with broken bowls to beg. Zhao Yong saw that Zhao Jiaren had no intention of scattering the money at all, and shouted a few words to get rid of the beggar. The two led their horses through the city. It didn't take long for them to pass through the northwest corner of the city, and several large courtyards appeared in front of them.

In the distance, I could see smoke coming out of the courtyard, and when I got closer, I could hear the sound of clanging and pounding. Zhao Yongxi said: "Third son, the person who gave you the direction is reliable." It's also a shame that he can make it so far away. ”

Zhao Jiaren didn't say a word, he continued to walk towards the blacksmith shop. This shop has such a big smoke, it should be smelting its own iron. When he came here in later generations, he only heard that this blacksmith shop was very bad, and he didn't have a sense of trust in the words of a hundred years of inheritance and the like, but he didn't expect it to be true.

The two of them tied their horses at the door, and before they could go in, they saw a group of people coming out of the courtyard. One of them was a little familiar, so Zhao Jiaren took a few more looks. The man looked back, too. After staring at each other for a moment, the man spoke first, "Isn't this Brother Zhao?" ”

Zhao Jiaren didn't dare to be rude, and hurriedly responded: "Brother Sima, I didn't expect to meet you here." ”

When the others heard this, they also stopped. The first one asked: "Sima, is this little brother your old acquaintance?" ”

"It's not old knowledge. He was my year. It was Zhao Jiaren, who was admitted to the first-class jinshi at the age of thirteen. Sima hurriedly introduced to the person next to him.

The group of people was stunned for a moment, and then their eyes were all on Zhao Jiaren. According to common sense, even if you are an official, you have to respect Jinshi when you see it. However, when these people looked at Zhao Jiaren, it was more like they were watching some kind of rare beast......