The next morning, Zhao Jun was ready to go.
This time he changed his clothes.
Yesterday, she went out wearing modern clothes and attracted a lot of attention.
Although there were envoys from various countries in Bianliang and it was not uncommon to see them wearing strange costumes, I had never seen anyone wearing short-sleeved shirts, big shorts, and flip-flops.
When the hair is washed, the side bangs look weird among the ancient people who all tied their hair up.
This is actually the least noticeable thing, because many foreigners do not keep their hair like the Han people, and there are even many who have short hair. For example, the Jews shave their hair on top and leave two long braids on both sides of their temples.
After changing into an ordinary long gown, Zhao Jun took a look at it with the camera on his laptop and found it to be a good fit.
No one caused trouble in the inner city. Sometimes, quarrels were seen between customers in restaurants, but basically, if a whistle was blown on the street, the yamen runners and constables would come to deal with the situation immediately. There were no arrogant and domineering yamen officials to be seen. All this seemed to indicate that the Song Dynasty that Zhao Jun had in mind might not be so bad.
By the fifth day, Zhao Jun had toured the entire inner city of Bianliang. In his spare time, he would go to a teahouse to drink tea and listen to the latest happenings in Bianliang City, such as interesting things happening in the home of a high-ranking official, which poet had written a good new poem, and which brothel had a new prostitute.
Everything seemed peaceful and tranquil, without oppression or exploitation, everyone was overflowing with happiness, and everyone had their own good life. Even though he could sometimes hear some complaints and sighs, those who could afford to eat in high-end restaurants were not poor in terms of wealth.
After changing into this outfit and going out, I didn't feel the same sense of disorientation I had yesterday. The constant glances from people on the street also decreased significantly, and I felt like I had truly integrated into the Song Dynasty.
Today he once again strolled around the inner city of Bianliang, looking at every corner of the inner city. There were the towering Seventy-Two Towers, more than a dozen large-scale theaters, and more than fifty brothels. Although he did not go in, he took a quick look at them for a long time.
It's just that every time they were tutoring him, they would inadvertently mention some things, such as asking him to study hard and strive for a good ranking in the imperial examination, or saying that they also had their own difficulties and hoped that after he entered the officialdom in the future, he would first understand more, listen more, and then draw conclusions.
Zhao Jun always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
What the other party said seemed to make sense. Without investigation, there was no right to speak. If one wanted to change the officialdom, one had to understand it deeply. And to understand the officialdom deeply, the path of the imperial examination was the inevitable path to take. So it seemed that he could only waste his time like this for the time being.
By the sixth day, Zhao Jun had learned the format of policy papers, the rhythm of poetry and songs, and was proficient in calligraphy. He could also write a policy paper with slightly strange content on his own, and he had almost memorized the "Book of Filial Piety".
Although he spent most of his daytime shopping and studied from 4pm to 9 or 10pm, the content he needed to learn was not much and he already had a lot in his head. In addition, his rote memorization ability was not bad since he had been admitted to Renmin University, so his progress was very fast.
Those who came to teach these days were all high-ranking officials who had passed the imperial examinations, such as Wang Zeng, Lu Yijian, Yan Shu, Cai Qi, Sheng Du, and Song Shou. They had a very deep understanding of the imperial examinations, and with their assistance, Zhao Jun's learning progress was extremely fast.
After nodding to Zhou Xin and the others, Zhao Jun walked out of the house.
Di Qing and his companions had been waiting for a long time. After greeting each other good morning, he had breakfast at Li Ji Snack Shop on Qingtai Street as he was familiar with the place. Then he left Qingtai Street and headed towards Liangmen in the outer city.
Bianliang was like a cage. The outer city had walls, the inner city also had walls, and behind that was the imperial palace. The emperor was imprisoned inside in circles.
On the morning of the sixth day, Zhao Jun got up early and put on new clothes. He even wore a futou on his head. After all, he hadn't cut his hair for more than three months. Although his hair was not long enough to be braided, it was already very dark.
As he walked out of the door, Zhou Xin and other inspectors from the Imperial City Office hurried over to greet him and wish him good morning.
There were three shifts of people guarding Zhao Jun's house every day, and surveillance was carried out 24 hours a day. When he went out, in addition to Di Qing and a few others protecting him, there were at least 20 to 30 inspectors following him secretly, and another battalion was stationed in the right wing waiting for orders.
As for the outer city, the commercial atmosphere is not bad either, but it is a little more dispersed and not as concentrated as the inner city.
Zhao Jun walked out of the inner city and strolled around the outer city. He even went to Daguan Lane to take a look at Fan Zhongyan's mansion. The house in Fan's mansion was much bigger than Zhao Jun's, but after asking about the price of the house, he found that it was cheaper than Zhao Jun's, only 8,000 strings of cash.
After leaving Daguan Lane, head towards Kaiyuan Gate. As you get farther away from the center of Bianliang City, the quality of the houses you see becomes worse. Near Kaiyuan Gate, you are already at the outermost part of the outer city, and most of the houses are dilapidated wooden houses.
Liangmen is a high wall between the inner city and the outer city, which locks the difference in prosperity between the inner city and the outer city.
However, when Zhao Jun and his companions walked out, they discovered that although the prosperity of the market outside Liangmen was slightly less than that of the inner city, it did not seem to be much worse. It was just that the style of the houses was slightly worse.
The inner city is full of high-rise buildings and courtyards with white walls and gray tiles, while the outer city is mostly composed of courtyards with white walls and gray tiles, with fewer high-rise buildings. Obviously, the commercial atmosphere in the inner city is more intense, and it mainly focuses on entertainment and life. If you have money, you will live very comfortably in the inner city.
The left bank seemed to be in ruins, with rows of small wooden houses. People with washed-out clothes and patches on them could be seen everywhere, and passers-by with pale faces could be seen everywhere. The ground was dirty, with sewage everywhere and a foul odor.
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