Early the next morning, Zhao Jun was ready to go.

This time he changed his clothes.

Yesterday, I went out on the street in modern clothes, which attracted a lot of attention.

Although Bianliang has envoys from all over the world, it is not uncommon to dress in fancy clothes, but after all, I have never seen anyone wearing short-sleeved pants and flip-flops.

The hair is washed, and among the ancients who tied their hair in one color, it was a strange oblique bangs.

This is the least noticeable thing, because many foreigners do not have the same hair as the Han Chinese, and even short hair, such as the Jews, who shave the top and have two long braids on the temples.

Changing into an ordinary long shirt, Zhao Jun looked at it with the camera that came with his notebook and felt that it fit very well.

These clothes were all sent by Cao Xiu yesterday, and it seems that he has already measured his height and weight before, and he is quite careful.

After changing into this dress and going out, there is really no sense of disobedience like yesterday. There are a lot fewer eyes peeking at me from time to time on the street, and I seem to really integrate into the Great Song Dynasty.

Today, he still walked around the inner city of Bianliang, and saw every corner of the inner city, there are towering seventy-two floors, there are more than ten large-scale tile houses, and more than fifty hooks, although he did not go in, but he looked at it for a long time.

There was no one to make trouble in the inner city, and sometimes I saw quarrels between the guests of the restaurant, but basically when I blew a whistle on the street, there were immediately officials who came over to deal with the situation, and I couldn't see any arrogant and domineering Yanei, all of which seemed to indicate that Zhao Jun was thinking about the Great Song Dynasty, or it was not so unbearable.

By the fifth day, Zhao Jun had already traveled all over the inner city of Bianliang, and in his spare time, he would also go to the teahouse to drink tea and listen to the recent events in Bianliang City, such as the interesting story of which high-ranking official's family, which lyricist wrote a new good poem, and which one had another fan in Goulan.

Everything seems to be quiet, there is no oppression, there is no exploitation, everyone is happy, and everyone has their own good life. Even if he can hear some complaints and sighs sometimes, but people who can eat in high-end restaurants will not be bad if they complain about their net worth.

By the sixth day, Zhao Jun had learned the format of the strategy, the poems and songs were written in a flat manner, and he was proficient in calligraphy, and at the same time, he was also able to write a slightly strange strategy by himself, and the "Book of Filial Piety" was almost memorized.

Although he spends most of his time shopping during the day, he basically studies from 4 o'clock in the afternoon to 9.10 o'clock in the evening, but he has not much to learn, and he has a lot of things in his mind, plus the ability to be admitted to the National People's Congress by rote memorization will not be bad, so the progress is very fast.

These days, the people who have come to teach are Wang Zeng, Lu Yijian, Yan Shu, Cai Qi, Sheng Du, Song Shou and other people who have been admitted to the top or first-class jinshi, and their understanding of the imperial examination is extremely profound, and with their assistance, Zhao Jun's learning progress can be described as fast.

It's just that every time they are tutoring, they will inadvertently talk about some things, such as letting him study hard and strive for a good ranking in the imperial examination, or they also have their own difficulties, hoping that after he enters the officialdom in the future, he will understand more, listen more, and then draw conclusions and so on.

Zhao Jun always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it.

Because what the other party said seems to be very reasonable, there is no right to speak without investigation, and if you want to change the officialdom, you must have an in-depth understanding of the officialdom. And to have an in-depth understanding of officialdom and take the road of the imperial examination is an inevitable way, so it seems that I can only stumble like this for the time being.

In the early morning of the sixth day, Zhao Jun got up early and put on a new set of clothes, and even put a veil on his head, after all, he hadn't cut his hair for more than three months, and although his hair was not enough to be braided, it was already very deep.

Walking out of the door, Zhou Xin and other inspectors from the Imperial City Division hurriedly came over to ask him for a good morning.

Zhao Jun's house is guarded by three groups of people every day, monitored 24 hours a day, and when he goes out, in addition to Di Qing's few people with him, there are at least twenty or thirty inspectors secretly following, and another battalion is stationed in the right wing station waiting to be dispatched.

After nodding to Zhou Xin, Zhao Jun walked out of the house.

Di Qing and the others had been waiting for a long time, and after saying good morning to each other, he had a breakfast at Li Kee's snack shop on Qingtai Street, and then left Qingtai Street and headed all the way to Liangmen in the outer city.

Bianliang is like a cage, the outermost outer city has a city wall, the inner city also has a city wall, and then there is the imperial palace, circle by circle, keeping the emperor in captivity.

The beam gate 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 came out, they found that although the prosperity of the fang market outside the Liang Gate was a little worse than that of the inner city, it didn't seem to be much worse, but 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 most of the outer cities are courtyards with white walls and gray tiles, and there are fewer high-rise buildings.

As for the commercial atmosphere of the outer city, it is not bad, but it is slightly dispersed 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 take a look at Fan Zhongyan's mansion, Fan's house was much bigger than Zhao Jun's, but after asking about the house price, he found that it was cheaper than Zhao Jun's, only 8,000 yuan.

After leaving Daguan Lane, and then go to the direction of Kaiyuanmen, as the farther away from the center of Bianliang, the worse the houses you see, close to Kaiyuanmen is already the outermost part of the outer city, basically some dilapidated wooden houses.

There are actually a lot of people coming and going, and there are bluestone slabs on the ground when they first get out of the inner city, but when they get to the periphery, it is basically a rammed earth pavement, and the pedestrians are no longer as leisurely and leisurely as the people in the inner city, but they are in a hurry, and the pace of walking is much faster.

When Zhao Jun left Yiqiufang and entered Watergate Street, what he saw was completely different.

At this moment, he is standing on the bridge between Xicheng Bianliang Watergate Street and Yiqiufang, the arch bridge connects the two banks, the small bridge on the right bank flows water, the willows are still around, the white walls and gray tiles, it seems to be a small rich family, the ground is paved with bluestone slabs, it is quite clean, only a few houses are slightly dilapidated.

On the left bank, it was as if it were a withered patch, with rows of small wooden houses, white-washed and patched, and passers-by with vegetables on their faces everywhere, and the ground was very dirty, and sewage was rampant, and the stench was coming from the nose.

There are also a lot of people who do business, and the things sold in the crowded downtown are basically the cheapest items, and the most of them are not the bustling types of cakes, but the basic rice noodles.

A flatbread costs four or five cents, and the price 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 tea consommé is not like the inner city, but rotten old tea, and vegetable leaf soup, in which there is hardly a trace of oil and water.

The flow of people in each street here is much greater than that of the inner city and the outer city near the inner city, and Zhao Jun saw a lot of coolies fighting sacks, porters at the riverside wharf, groups of beggars wandering the streets, and more poor people in ragged clothes than can be counted.

"Let one go, let one go."

"Sugar gourd, big and sweet sugar gourd."

"Eh, what's the matter with you!"

"Selling cooking cakes, delicious and cheap, come and buy them."

"Thief, steal."

"Caught and dared to steal from us? Kill him. ”

"Don't fight, don't fight, the official is here."

"Brothers, go!"

The originally chaotic streets quickly returned to calm with the arrival of officials.

The difference between this and the inner city is that there are no officials patrolling each street, and only a few Kaifeng Mansion servants will be on duty at the end of the street.

After all, the population of the entire Bianliang Kaifeng Prefecture is more than 1.5 million, and the inner city is large enough, covering an area of at least 10 square kilometers, while the outer city is several times that of the inner city, with an overall area of more than 50 square kilometers and a population density of about 30,000 people per square kilometer.

In the future, Beijing, the capital with a total population of more than 20 million, had a population density of only 10,000 people per square kilometer, so you can know how crowded the outer city of Bianliang is.

Not to mention a Kaifeng Mansion, even if you add the Imperial City Division, it is difficult to manage.

Zhao Jun looked at this scene with a frown.

He didn't do anything, 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 this world is full of national peace and security.

But just by leaving the inner city and reaching the outskirts of the outer city, you can already quickly feel the huge gap between the rich and the poor.

Across the river, there is singing and dancing, and the years are quiet. This side is the rolling red dust, and the world is full of states.

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 see, look at everything in this world, figure out all the situations, and then make his own summary.

That's what research does.

He can see a lot of poor people, but he can't help any of them now, because there are too many poor people in this world, and only by making changes can he help the majority.

So he continued to walk down the street, not disgusted by the sewage all over the ground, but quietly watching everything in the world.

At the end of the morning, he saw six fights and thefts alone.

At three o'clock, he saw a convoy of donkey carts coming in from the outer city, and as they passed through the streets, they were checked by the servants on duty, and the owner of the donkey carts skillfully took out half a string of copper coins from his bosom and stuffed them into the hands of the officers.

At the beginning of the afternoon, when I was eating in a small shop, several big men walked into the store, and the boss went up with a smile on his face and gave him this month's money.

At the corner of the street at the base of the city wall of Kaiyuan Gate sat a disabled beggar, ragged, begging from pedestrians. The burden-bearers, walkers, and standers next to him will at most look at him sympathetically, and only the rich foreigners who have just entered the city, or the rich Confucian scholars, will give him a few copper coins.

More than a dozen barefoot and ragged children sat on the side of the road in groups, and when they saw Zhao Jun and a few of them dressed cleanly, Di Qing had a knife hanging from their waists, revealing a look of jealousy. After they left, they suddenly rushed to the two gorgeously dressed scholars who had just entered the city and begged, and in the confusion, the money bags of the two scholars disappeared.

A woman with a numb expression and a thin body, with dirty clothes and a disheveled hair, walked down the street, walked and walked, suddenly went crazy, banged her head against the wall, and cried incessantly. I was caught by the neighbors next to me and sent back.

I heard others say that the child disappeared a few days ago, and the husband had to go out to work to earn money to support the family, and the woman washed her face with tears every day, and finally ran out of frenzy when she got hysteria.

Zhao Jun still looks like a passerby, but sometimes he will frown, sometimes he will sigh, and sometimes he will stand on the Bianliang Bridge in a daze, making Di Qing and them scratch their heads.

In the afternoon, Zhao Jun went back on time.

Today, Wang Zeng came to teach again, and he still taught him the knowledge of the imperial examination as seriously as usual, as if he was teaching him without reservation.

It wasn't until halfway through the ring that Wang Zeng seemed to see Zhao Jun's absent-mindedness, so he casually asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"I went on a trip to the outer city."

Zhao Jun said.

Wang Zeng was stunned for a moment, and 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 don't know what Minister Wang thinks, what do you think of these?" ”

He bit the words of Wang Daxianggong very hard, which was quite sarcastic.

Wang Zeng shook his head: "Are you blaming me?" ”

"The 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."

"Huh?"

"Do you think that since you are so powerful, why do you still have to go through the imperial examination?"

"yes, I can't figure it out."

"It's very simple, it's still the same sentence, you have to understand everything."

Wang Zeng held a copy of Zhao Jun's policy written yesterday, and said while reading it: "You don't know anything about officialdom, do you know that if you really reform according to what you said, all the officials in the world will oppose it, and if they suspend politics for one day, the Great Song Dynasty will face a catastrophe, and only by going deep into the officialdom can you make a difference." ”

"Is that so?"

Zhao Jun frowned and thought.

Again, he just crossed over, although he was full of theories and learned a lot of knowledge from books, but after all, he didn't know anything about reality.

He didn't know how corrupt and dark the officialdom of the Song Dynasty and the darkness of society were mentioned in the books.

He did not know what the so-called situation was that "officials do not do their official duties, or they are sent to harm their own people."

He also doesn't know how the people at the bottom live.

So he can make compromises, he can do it according to their arrangement, enter the officialdom first, and then understand the situation, go deep into the grassroots, and go around to investigate.

But is this really the right path?

In the future, even if you get the top prize, you still have to be promoted step by step according to the rules of officialdom, and when you take power in the future, it is estimated that you will be thirty or forty years old, is this a bit of a waste of time?

"Yes."

Wang Zeng replied: "You have only been to the outer city for one day today, and you have so many complaints, but if you really understand the situation of officialdom, you will find that these things are not worth mentioning." ”

"Doesn't that mean that we should change the order of officialdom?"

Zhao Jun said.

Wang Zeng smiled and said: "I found out why you always think about the problem very simply, if the order of officialdom can be changed, the Great Song Dynasty is not what it is now." You are still young, and you can learn about the situation in the officialdom while making firearms, flintlock pistols, and strengthening the national strength as you said before. ”

"Okay then."

Zhao Jun responded as if he had been clicked through.

Wang Zeng seemed to be 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 Great Song Dynasty, not the early Ming Dynasty.

At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Di killed him if he wanted to, and he could do whatever he wanted.

What is Song Renzong's background?

It was the official who was corrupt and bent the law, killing innocents indiscriminately, the evidence was conclusive, Bao Zheng asked for severe punishment of this official, Zhao Zhen snorted and passed, he really couldn't be fooled, so he was removed first, and then promoted.

This corrupt official is called Wang Kui.

And the list goes on.

If the protagonist just came over, he was immediately granted great power, and then he made a drastic move, it would be too illogical, not called a historical text, but a brainless and intelligent cool text.

So he was fooled by the civil official group, including Zhao Zhen, and then Longchang came to his senses and began to flip the table, and there was a sublimation process, which was called normal.

Don't talk nonsense about TM's comments, it's really easy to make the author brain congested when reading the comments.

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