Some people are thirsty for knowledge, some are curious about the unknown, and some are longing for life and unyielding to fate.
Zhao Jun used to think that he would integrate into this world because he had no choice but to passively accept it.
But today I feel that.
It’s also good to integrate into this world.
At least the urban atmosphere that hit him made him feel that he was still a "living" person, rather than looking down at this strange world from a God's perspective.
"Young man, I wonder if you've had breakfast yet. The breakfast in Bianliang is truly unique. The Li and Duan families have northern cuisine, the Jin and Zhou families have southern cuisine, the Zhang and Zheng families have fried cakes, the Wan family has steamed buns, the Shi family has gourd soup, and the Ding family has vegetarian tea."
Cao Xiu walked in front and introduced them to him with a smile, "There's also Granny Cao's meat pie, Daoist Wang's preserved fruit, and the Lu family's steamed buns. The Hu Bing Shop sells famous door oil, chrysanthemum, wide-burnt, thick-necked, marrow cakes, and new-style full-flavored cakes. If you're free today, I can take Xiaolang there for a walk."
"Yes. I happen to be free today during the day, so I'll put my things back and take a walk around Bianliang City."
Zhao Jun stepped forward and immersed himself in this prosperous scene.
This entire market town is Changqingfang on the right wing. Qingtai Street is located on the south side. Exit Xihuamen and walk south for about three streets.
Cao Xiu introduced to him the delicious food in Qingtai Street, the interesting places around it and the beautiful scenery.
Before he left, the government gave him a thousand strings of cash. It might not seem like much, but if a normal person used this amount of money, it would be enough for a lifetime. Basically, even if he went to the most prosperous theater and spent several days and nights there, it would not be a problem.
However, Zhao Jun could no longer listen to Cao Xiu's words. He was a little absent-minded and just looked at the city quietly, gazing curiously at every shop and every pedestrian on the street, like an ordinary passerby, without much attachment to anything here.
Along the way, he saw many peddlers, many commercial shops, and many dignitaries. There were sedan chairs, horse-drawn carriages, donkey carts, and ox carts. Some police officers and yamen runners were patrolling the streets. At the end of the street, there was a watchtower with a lookout standing on it, observing the city's affairs.
Walking through these streets, a cacophony of aromas, odors, shouts, and noises mingled. Voices from all directions converged, and a sea of people surged, like the crowded boats on the countless rivers and canals of Bianliang City.
Soon they arrived in front of a house. This house was not a luxurious villa, but an ordinary residence. There was a blue brick wall outside the house. After opening the door, they could see a yard. The yard was quite spacious, probably about three or four hundred square meters, with two apricot trees planted.
There were actually people in the courtyard. Some were standing against the wall with their arms folded under the eaves of the main hall, some were squatting on the steps looking down at the rammed earth floor of the courtyard, and some were simply lying on the brick platform of the main hall's foundation looking up at the sky. There were about five or six of them in total - without exception, they all had a sword hanging around their waist.
Seeing Cao Xiu and his men coming in, these people quickly stood up. They had been waiting here for more than an hour and were really bored.
Cao Xiu introduced the situation to Zhao Jun.
They were spies of the Imperial City Bureau, the first secret service agency in the Song Dynasty. They were the forerunners of the Ming Dynasty's Embroidered Uniform Guard. However, they were much inferior to the Embroidered Uniform Guard. Although they were the emperor's minions, their influence was only in the capital of Bianliang, unlike the Embroidered Uniform Guard who were spread all over the country.
Moreover, they only had the power of investigation, not trial. Even if they found evidence of a crime, they could only send it to the Dali Temple and Kaifeng Prefecture for conviction. Their power was far inferior to that of the arrogant Jinyiwei.
These people are masters of the Imperial City Division, who are ordered to protect Zhao Jun's house and serve as house guards. In addition, when he travels, there are probably at least dozens of spies from the Imperial City Division secretly protecting him. Add to that the guards who are in the open like Di Qing, and this bodyguard lineup is really outrageous.
Zhao Jun knew his own importance, so he didn't mind the large number of men around him. Entering the front yard, directly opposite the door was the main hall, a typical Song Dynasty main hall, with four armchairs placed on each side. The main seat was set against the main wall, which was hung with a landscape scroll.
There are passages on both sides of the main wall that lead directly to the courtyard. The courtyard is not big, about 200 square meters. There is also a big tree and a round stone table under the tree. This kind of table does not have a surface, so it is often placed in the backyard for sitting.
After passing the atrium, there is a study. Behind the study is the master bedroom. There are also side rooms and secondary bedrooms on the left and right sides of the atrium. In short, it is a courtyard with two entrances and exits, which is definitely not comparable to the imperial palace.
But according to Cao Xiu, this house alone is worth over 10,000 guan (approximately 10,000 guan). Because this is the commercial center of the inner city, residential properties are extremely expensive.
If it is a luxury house, it will cost more than 100,000 or even hundreds of thousands of strings of cash. Even someone with the financial resources of Lu Yijian would have to think twice before buying a luxury house covering several acres in the inner city.
Zhao Jun just took a quick look around the place where he would be living in the future, and asked Cao Xiu, Di Qing and others to wait outside the door. He hid the suitcase under the bed and put his backpack into the suitcase. The suitcase had a lock, and it was impossible to open it secretly unless by force.
After putting down his things, Zhao Jun walked out of the house.
He wanted to see the city of Bianliang.
Look at the Song Dynasty.
(End of this chapter)
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