Lawless in Great Song

In the third year of Jingyou, during Emperor Renzong's reign of the Song Dynasty, an unruly young man fell into the back garden of the Great Song Imperial Palace, thus beginning a life that wou...

Chapter 2: Disdain for the Song Dynasty

"From the test just now, we can know two things."

After leaving the room and going to a place a little further away so that the people in the room could not hear, Yan Shu said: "First, he is a teacher sent by his country to teach children in the mountains. Second, mobile phones seem to be able to transmit messages."

"It seems he really doesn't understand his situation and thinks he was rescued by villagers who were going to teach."

Lu Yijian stroked his beard and said.

"Um."

Yan Shu said, "So we must keep it a secret and try to get more useful information out of him."

Zhao Zhen thought for a moment and said, "The imperial physician said that there is only a small amount of blood clot in his brain. With daily acupuncture and moxibustion to disperse the blood clot, he will soon be able to regain his sight. When he can see again, he will immediately understand his situation, right?"

Wang Sui came up with a bad idea and said, "Your Majesty, why not let the imperial physician give him acupuncture? If he continues to be blind like this, we won't know where he is forever."

Yan Shu glared at him and said, "No, he's almost going crazy because of his blindness. If it weren't for the excuse that the way down the mountain was blocked, he would probably have crawled down the mountain. If he couldn't see the light for a long time, would he still stay here? Besides, there's no way to control him, otherwise he would guess that this is not the Nini Village he claimed he was in."

"What should we do then?"

Zhao Zhen frowned, and now he seemed unable to figure out the reason.

Yan Shu said, "The imperial physician said he would recover in ten days to half a month at the fastest, or two to three months at the slowest. So during this time, we should use the excuse of taking care of him to trick him into talking every day and try to get the information we want."

"Um."

Zhao Zhen and Lu Yijian both thought it made sense and agreed.

Soon the eunuch who went to get the phone came back in a hurry. Yan Shu took the phone and looked at it for a while, then went back to the outside of the room with Zhao Zhen and others and pushed the door open.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Zhao Jun asked as if he was under pressure: "Village Chief, is that you?"

"yes."

Yan Shu spoke briefly and walked over to put the phone in Zhao Jun's hand.

Zhao Jun fumbled around, and the texture of the Huawei phone made him feel a little relieved. Then he turned up the volume to the maximum and tried to turn on the screen. While doing so, he asked Yan Shu, "Village Chief, is the screen on?"

Yan Shu came over to take a look, but the screen was still black, so he said, "No."

His words were concise and to the point.

Speak as little as possible; the less you speak, the fewer mistakes you will make.

"ah?"

Zhao Jun pressed the power button, mumbling, "It's not flooded... Wait a minute, it must be out of battery. I remember I was on the road the day before yesterday and yesterday, and I was playing with my phone on the way. When we got into the mountains, my phone was almost dead. Village chief, can you charge it for me? The charger is in my backpack."

Charge?

Yan Shu was confused again. He turned around and looked at Zhao Zhen and the others, and they shook their heads again.

"village head?"

Zhao Jun asked, "That's the bag that holds the volunteer teaching certificate. Didn't you find it? There should be an electrical wire running into our room. Is there an outlet strip?"

Yan Shu was so confused that he didn't know how to answer. It wasn't until Zhao Jun asked him the third time that he finally managed to say, "No."

“No electricity???”

Zhao Jun was shocked and said, "This isn't right. Our State Grid and postal express are the most trustworthy. They dared to go to Mount Everest, not to mention here. How could there be no electricity in our country?"

"Bang!"

There was another thunder outside.

Yan Shu was asked a question that was difficult to answer. Hearing the thunder, he could only say, "It's raining outside."

"Um... the power is out?"

Zhao Jun understood and sighed, "Alas, I don't know when the electricity will come back. But it doesn't matter. We must believe in the power of the country. Don't worry, Village Chief, the road will be open soon, and the electricity will come soon too."

Even big cities may experience power outages during heavy rain, let alone this village, so Zhao Jun can understand.

Instead, he began to comfort Yan Shu.

Yan Shu was a little amused and helpless, so he sat on the edge of the bed, patted his hands, and asked, "By the way, what lessons are you going to teach the children?"

"Primary school courses mainly focus on Chinese, math, and English, followed by moral education, natural sciences, music, art, and physical education."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jun said, "Let's start with the normal classes according to the textbooks provided by the Education Bureau. I also brought some extracurricular books. We'll then expand on that with some interesting historical stories and basic chemistry and physics experiments to cultivate their interest in the arts and sciences, and pave the way for them to enter junior high school."

“What history are you going to teach the kids?”

Yan Shu immediately seized the opportunity to ask.

"We definitely can't teach serious history, as the children wouldn't understand it. We can only teach small stories and share the wisdom of the ancients."

"Can you tell me a little bit about history?"

"Talk about history?"

Zhao Jun asked in confusion, "What's there to talk about? Are you interested, Village Chief? The Village Committee should have a landline. Shouldn't you be busy contacting the township leaders and asking them to notify the county as soon as possible and send people to repair the roads and power lines?"

Yan Shu had no choice but to resort to his tried-and-true method: "It's raining outside."

"The landline line was also disconnected?"

"Yes."

"Forehead......"

Zhao Jun stroked his forehead and said, "This rainstorm is really harmful. Now I can't go down the mountain, the power is out, and the landline line is down. I can't contact the outside world. It's a headache."

Yan Shu continued to ask: "Since I can't do anything, I just want to listen to you talk about history."

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