Then he continued, "Only by personally visiting and understanding what the people need and what they are thinking can we truly serve them and reassure them."

"Just like today, I was chatting with an old man who came to the city to sell vegetables. He also talked about how miserable his family life was more than 30 years ago. His wife was sick and had no money to treat her, his son was beaten to death by the landlord, and his daughter-in-law died in childbirth. He has been raising a grandson until now."

"But more than a decade ago, the local government gave him some land and waived the rent he owed the landlord. Now, not only does his family have several acres of good farmland, but his grandson has also found a job building a railway, earning him plenty of money to support him in his later years."

"These are actually the changes that you, my great-grandson, have helped bring about. But if you hadn't been traveling more than ten years ago, how would I have known about their difficult lives, and how could I have shown them kindness?"

Zhao Zhen gazed out the window, already filled with emotion. "The civil officials wouldn't let me see the world. They claim to be protecting me, but in reality, they're weaving a web to trap me, making me see the world they've told me to see. Fortunately, there are some upright officials in the court, otherwise I would have truly believed that the world was full of beauty, free of suffering. But even today, I realize that there are still many people suffering. This is my fault for not recognizing this sooner and relying solely on arbitrary assumptions. This is also my fault."

Zhao Jun smiled and said, "Brother, you have such an understanding. It's not just that you surpass all the emperors in history. You have reached the height of dialectical view. It's admirable."

There was one more thing he didn't say.

This was actually something he often said before, and it was also one of his means of organizing the civil service group in front of Zhao Zhen.

So it is not surprising that Zhao Zhen has such an understanding now, although it is rare.

However, what happened next was beyond Zhao Jun's imagination.

Zhao Zhen asked, "Hanlong, how do you think we can achieve a more popular approach? How can we bring the royal family closer to the people?"

"this."

Zhao Jun hesitated and was stumped.

Not to mention him, it will be a big problem even for future generations.

There are so many countries in the world that retain royal families, but few of them choose to stand with the people.

The British royal family has to please the people, otherwise the British will make trouble and want to further weaken the royal family or even abolish it, and then the royal family will suffer.

But no matter how much they try to please the people, it is all just a show. After all, the royal family has no power to govern, and there is no need to go deep into the people to understand their suffering.

He shook his head and said, "It's impossible. Brother, you can be like this now, because it's you. Maybe you can do it. If it were your descendants, would they choose to integrate into the people? This is a dead end."

"I see."

Zhao Zhen was somewhat disappointed, then added, "What if the heir to the royal family must visit the countryside several times a year to understand the suffering of the people?"

“That’s not realistic either.”

Zhao Jun waved his hand. "What's the point of not discussing these things? It will just be a formality, a facade. Can we really understand the suffering of the people? I don't think so. I'm afraid the officials have already prepared everything for them."

"yes."

Zhao Zhen thought about it and said with a wry smile, "As expected, the royal family has many constraints. It's still difficult to stand together with the people."

Although Zhao Jun didn't come up with any good ideas, he also comforted her, "There are always more solutions than problems. Since I haven't encountered this kind of thing before, I don't know the solution and I don't have the right to speak. But that doesn't mean there aren't ways. Maybe we can look for them."

"Hanlong."

"Um?"

"You know what I like most about you?"

"What?"

"You never brag."

Zhao Zhen smiled and said, "From the beginning, you have been emphasizing that without investigation, you have no right to speak. So your subsequent trips out of the capital to engage with the people reminded me of that saying."

Zhao Jun wondered, "What?"

"You haven't investigated a certain issue, and yet your right to speak on it is suspended. Isn't that barbaric? Not at all. Since you haven't investigated the current and historical circumstances of that issue and don't know the truth, your speech on it is bound to be nonsense. Everyone knows that nonsense can't solve a problem, so what's unfair about suspending your right to speak? Many comrades talk nonsense all day long with their eyes closed. This is a disgrace to us. How can we just keep talking nonsense with our eyes closed?"

Zhao Zhen smiled mysteriously: "No way! No way! Focus on the investigation! Oppose nonsense!"

Zhao Jun was stunned at first, feeling that this sentence was somewhat familiar.

Then he thought carefully for a moment, and then seemed to think of something. His pupils shrank in an instant, and he turned his head and looked at Zhao Zhen in disbelief with wide eyes.

The rumbling train was still running outside the window. I didn't know when the moon had risen, and the bright moonlight cast a silver glow on the ground and shone into the carriage through the window.

"Have you seen it?"

Zhao Jun asked silently.

"Um."

Zhao Zhen nodded: "Although it is hidden a bit tightly, I have searched through every folder."

"Oh, it's my fault for not knowing how to use the combination lock."

Zhao Jun patted his forehead.

Those dragon-slaying books were electronic versions left over from his Mao Zedong Thought class in college, and they were all stored on his hard drive.

Later, I found that after I traveled through time, I hid the files in some very deep folders because I didn’t know how to use a password lock, and even made them hidden.

But Zhao Zhen still found out.

I right-clicked and saw that the memory was so large. Then I clicked in and saw that there was nothing inside. Even a fool would know that it must have been hidden.

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