"That won't work either."

Yan Shu shook his head like a rattle and said, "Even if you come from the future, how much do you know about the Song Dynasty? Have you ever been to the people of the Song Dynasty? Do you know the officialdom of the Song Dynasty? How can you get a glimpse of the whole picture by reading history books? If you are suddenly placed in a high position, how can you command the people? If you act recklessly, it will only accelerate the demise of the Song Dynasty."

"Well, you have a point."

Zhao Jun had no choice but to compromise and said, "Then let's raise the request later. If I am willing to cooperate with you, how will you arrange for me?"

Yan Shu smiled and said, "Let's go see the emperor first."

Zhao Jun thought of the young man he had met before and nodded: "Okay, go meet him."

Seeing his fearless appearance, Yan Shu was moved. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Don't be reckless. After all, the emperor is the emperor of the Song Dynasty. When you meet him, I still hope you will treat him with respect."

"Can."

Zhao Jun agreed. He had figured it out now.

Traveling back in time is not very realistic and too time-consuming. What if it fails? Wouldn't it be a disaster?

Since you are neither capable of rebelling nor willing to serve a foreign race, you can only cooperate.

Cooperation must be done in an appearance of cooperation. After all, Zhao Zhen is one of his ancestors, so just treat it as a New Year's greeting to all of them.

Zhao Jun immediately got up from the bed, went to the bedside and put on his shoes, which were a pair of rubber slippers that he had taken out of the suitcase before. Slippers are the most comfortable to wear in summer.

The clothes he wears are also quite strange.

Wear a white short-sleeved shirt on the upper body and black beach pants on the lower body. Do whatever is comfortable for you.

Anyway, Zhao Zhen and the others didn't know that this was casual wear for everyday summer wear, so it shouldn't matter even in this formal occasion.

Seeing him get up, Yan Shu opened the door. A middle-aged man in his forties stood outside. When he saw Zhao Jun following Yan Shu out, he said in a deep voice, "Zhao Jun, have you figured it out?"

Zhao Jun heard a familiar voice again. He looked at the man in surprise and said, "Nima, Secretary?"

"I am Fan Zhongyan."

Fan Zhongyan introduced himself with an expressionless face.

“Awesome.”

Zhao Jun gave a thumbs up this time, this guy is even more heavyweight.

I had only seen Yan Shu and Fan Zhongyan in books or TV dramas before, but this time I finally saw them in person, and they were indeed different from what they were portrayed in TV dramas.

It was already light outside. Zhao Jun walked out of the house and looked into the distance. He saw a beautiful garden.

The garden is very large, with dense jungle, towering rockery, flowing canals, rippling lakes, and a variety of rare flowers and plants in all colors.

There is a magnificent palace not far away, and outside the palace there are actually several acres of fertile fields. It is early autumn now, and the rice ears inside are lush and green, and the seedlings stand tall, swaying lightly in the wind.

"This should be the Guanjia Palace."

Zhao Jun recalled the layout map of the Song Dynasty imperial palace that he had seen occasionally. The only palace where rice fields could be grown was the Guanjia Hall.

Yan Shu nodded and said, "Yes, you suddenly appeared outside the Guanjia Palace."

“The place we travel through is really bad.”

Zhao Jun muttered something, and then, as he followed Yan Shu and Fan Zhongyan past the rice fields, he saw the sparse rice in the fields and shook his head, saying, "The rice in the Song Dynasty is really not good. The ear formation rate is so low."

"There's nothing I can do. You know the productivity of the Song Dynasty is poor."

Yan Shu replied.

Zhao Jun said, "It has something to do with productivity, but there are many other factors. For example, you don't know how to breed seeds or plant them scientifically. In the future, low-yield fields can produce 100 kilograms per mu, and high-yield fields can reach over 1,200 kilograms per mu. You're missing a god of agriculture."

"Can you be this god of agriculture?"

Fan Zhongyan suddenly asked.

"Use your head to do it. In this era, there is no biology. Do you know how difficult it is to start from scratch?"

Zhao Jun asked back.

Fan Zhongyan stopped talking.

Soon the group arrived outside the Guanjia Hall.

The palace was surrounded by three layers of imperial guards, composed of the Imperial City Guards.

Zhao Jun took a deep breath, held his head high and followed Yan Shu and Fan Zhongyan into the room.

Zhao Zhen and the others were still waiting. Wang Shouzhong had already seen Yan Shu and Fan Zhongyan bringing Zhao Jun over from afar, and immediately came over to report.

So at this time everyone had already started to act pretentiously, sitting upright on their chairs, as if they wanted to intimidate Zhao Jun.

Zhao Jun walked into the hall and glanced at everyone as before, his gaze finally resting on the young man.

Is he Zhao Zhen?

He actually looks more handsome than me?

Zhao Jun was thinking wildly.

He didn't speak.

This is the time when both sides are pushing each other to the limit.

Zhao Jun knew that even though he was blind, he had been tricked into talking too much by the other party.

But this may not be a bad thing.

Because the more you say, the more you prove your importance.

Only when people are ignorant can they be fearless.

If you knew your fate and saw a life-saving straw, you would probably want to worship this straw as an ancestor.

So Zhao Jun felt a little fearless, even though doing so might make the other party very unhappy in the future.

But the problem is that now is the time for both parties to negotiate terms, and we must not be timid!

The chips must be held in hand!

But surprisingly, Zhao Zhen was apparently still calm and just looked at him without saying a word.

There were old foxes all around, and naturally they all looked at Zhao Jun with silent expressions.

Therefore, with no one speaking, the venue fell into silence for a while.

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