In the Song Dynasty, there was no law or order.

There was silence in the room.

Lü Yijian, Wang Zeng and others looked pale and kept stealing glances at Zhao Zhen's face.

Zhao Guangyi's affairs were taboos in the Song Dynasty, and no one dared to mention them.

Does this kid think he is very humorous?

In front of the officials of the Song Dynasty, if you mention such things, you will die even if you have ten lives.

Zhao Zhen's face was still excited, because he was excited all night yesterday and wanted to know about the future.

But when he heard Zhao Jun's words, his face turned ashen in an instant, and his blood pressure rose sharply.

This little bastard said that he was a descendant of the Zhao family!

Just slandering the ancestors?

I TM!

Zhao Zhen clenched his fists, his veins throbbing, his mouth slightly open, as if he wanted to shout, but he held it back.

If Yan Shu hadn't told him last night that everything was to get information from Zhao Jun, and asked him to be patient for a while, Zhao Zhen would have asked someone to drag Zhao Jun out and chop him up.

But he couldn't vent his anger, and he almost got internal injuries, and his face turned blue and purple.

Yan Shu carefully looked at Zhao Zhen's almost distorted face and had to say, "Teacher Zhao, don't talk nonsense."

"How can this be nonsense? The candle shadow and the sound of the axe, although it is not an idiom, it is an allusion to the donkey cart god of war who killed his brother to seize the throne. Many people know it. Moreover, the Gaoliang River God of Carts, the Hefei God of War, and the Wala student, these three are the scum of the emperors of all dynasties."

Zhao Jun muttered, "They are just slightly better than Qin II Hu Hai, Jin Huidi Sima Zhong, Wanyan Gou, Jin Guo students and child emperor Shi Jingtang. No way, village chief, there will be no one who likes Zhao Guangyi."

Zhao Zhen's face began to turn green.

So what his grandfather did became an allusion in later generations?

Lü Yijian and Wang Zeng saw that Zhao Zhen was getting more and more wrong, and hurriedly stepped forward to pull his sleeves, signaling him not to expose himself.

Yan Shu looked at Zhao Zhen's face, which was almost broken by the teeth, and turned from green to red and then from red to purple and green, and had to say: "I like him, so Mr. Zhao, please don't talk about him."

"Ah?"

Zhao Jun was dumbfounded.

Yesterday he thought the old village chief wanted to hear jokes about the Song Dynasty, but he didn't expect that even the Gaoliang River car god had fans.

The world is so big, there are so many strange things, which makes people marvel.

"By the way."

Yan Shu put the plate on the table next to him, took out the porridge bowl and steamed buns, handed them to Zhao Jun, and pretended to be indifferent and said: "Who are the Hefei War God, the Waqi foreign students, Wanyan Gou and the Jin foreign students?"

This tactical topic diversion was very effective. Zhao Zhen barely suppressed his anger, gently moved away the hands of Lu Yijian and Wang Zeng, and raised his eyebrows, as if he wanted to listen to Zhao Jun's explanation of the other people.

He knew Hu Hai, Sima Zhong, and Shi Jingtang, but he didn't know about these people.

Zhao Jun wondered, "Village head, don't you also like to read history? Don't you know these people?"

"I do know Hu Hai, Sima Zhong, and Shi Jingtang."

Yan Shu said tactfully, "And I have only read a little history book, unlike you, you are specialized in learning these, how can I compare with you, teacher?"

"Oh, I almost forgot, I was talking about the nicknames of these people, oh..."

Zhao Jun slapped his forehead, and then he remembered that young people who often surf the Internet must know these ironic nicknames, but the older generation may not know them.

"Who are they?"

Yan Shu asked again.

"Who else could it be, Sun Quan, King of Wu of Wei, Zhao Ji, Emperor Huizong of Song, Zhao Huan, Emperor Gaozong of Song, and Zhu Qizhen, Emperor Yingzong of Ming."

Zhao Jun gulped down a mouthful of porridge and said, "You put a little less sugar in this porridge, is there no sugar at home?"

Dislike the little sugar?

Zhao Zhen rolled his eyes when he heard this, and he was almost angry to death again.

I thought that I was frugal and didn't even add a grain of sugar to my porridge on weekdays. I was already giving you extra sugar to take care of you, but you dared to despise me.

Also, who are the three unworthy descendants of Song Huizong Zhao Ji, Song Qinzong Zhao Huan, and Song Gaozong Zhao Gou?

The Song Dynasty actually produced so many emperors who were ranked alongside the historical tyrants. This...

Zhao Zhen was so angry that he trembled all over again.

Yan Shu said casually: "Sugar is more precious."

"Precious?"

Zhao Jun took a bite of the steamed bun and said vaguely: "White sugar is only a few yuan per pound, and the cheap ones are even a few cents per pound, and the country should have poverty subsidies."

A few yuan?

Or the extremely precious white sugar?

Although I don't know how much a few yuan is, I know from the tone that white sugar is very cheap in later generations.

Yan Shu could only sigh that the later generations were indeed rich, while at the same time he attributed the preciousness of sugar to the tried-and-true excuse: "It's raining outside."

"Oh"

Zhao Jun thought so too. It takes an hour to get in by motorcycle and seven hours to walk from this mountain. Now it's raining and the road is blocked, and things can't be delivered. It's unknown how long it will take to get through. Isn't the grain and sugar precious?

"Why are Sun Quan, Zhao Ji, Zhao Huan and Zhu Qizhen called the God of War of Hefei, the students of the Jin Kingdom and the students of the Waqi?"

Yan Shu asked curiously again.

"Why else? Two words - shame."

Zhao Jun took a bite of the steamed bun and talked freely: "Sun Quan took 100,000 people to fight Hefei, but was beaten to the ground by Zhang Liao's 800 people. Song Huizong and Song Qinzong were incompetent, lost power and humiliated the country, and were captured and taken to the Jin Kingdom."

"Zhu Qizhen is even uglier. He was so happy that he conquered Wasi in person, but was defeated and captured. Yu Qian tried to turn the tide and established a new king. After he was sent back, he actually had the nerve to seize the family and restore the throne. He is really called the Emperor of the Family. "The crumbs within the crumbs."

"But when it comes to the humiliation of the emperors of the past dynasties, they are ranked higher and higher. No matter how rubbish Sun Quan, Zhao Guangyi and Zhu Qizhen are, they are the ones who took the initiative to lead troops to attack the enemy. They were defeated and ran away in embarrassment. It's just a bit embarrassing."

"Zhao Ji, Zhao Huan, Zhao Gou and Shi Jingtang not only lost their power and humiliated the country, but also knelt down to foreigners and made Chinese men bleed and shed tears."

"Old village chief, you should also know that history books only record the actions of these people, but we still need to have an objective evaluation."

"The most outrageous thing is Zhao Gou. While he appointed military generals to fight against the Jin State, he also appointed treacherous officials to negotiate peace with the Jin State. In the end, he gave all the territory that the military generals spent several years to recover to the Jin State, and conspired with the treacherous minister Qin Hui to kill famous generals. Yue Fei is a servile man, just to protect his three-acre land in the south. "

"So now people on the Internet are ridiculing that Zhao Gou is actually a member of the Wanyan family of the Jin Kingdom who lives outside the country, and is a good and filial son of the Wanyan family. Yue Fei was killed by him in Fengbo Pavilion, and everyone ridiculed him as "Wanyan Gou Fengbo Pavilion" "Great victory", which made full contribution to the Jin Kingdom's dominance in the north."

"It can be said that these emperors have been the most shameful and rubbish emperors in the entire history of China. In addition, the Sima family has no wise emperors in the past, and the Zhao family in the Song Dynasty has not had many wise emperors in the past. This is why the Jin and Song Dynasties are the two most shameful emperors. A dynasty.”

"The Qing Dynasty was better than them, at least the early Qing Dynasty was not bad. It was only in the late Qing Dynasty that it began to lose power and humiliate the country. Basically, the Jin, Song, and Qing dynasties can be called the three worst dynasties, and they are a shame for all dynasties. "

Zhao Jun is eloquent, and even those who are not a student of history know how rubbish the Jin, Song, and Qing dynasties were. Although the late Tang and Ming Dynasties were not very good, at least they did not lose the integrity of the Han people. Especially Ming Sizong Zhu Youjian, he was poor in ability, but his backbone was much stronger than the weak-kneed Emperor of the Song Dynasty.

As for the emperors of the Jin, Song and Qing Dynasties, especially in the middle and late periods, what are they called?

Zhao Zhen on the side heard that his blood pressure was rising. It turned out that it was Zhao Ji, Zhao Huan, and Zhao Gou who failed the Song Dynasty. He doesn't have a son, and he doesn't know whose father he is. If he finds out, he will have to slap these things to death with his big mouth.

Yan Shu was also speechless for a while.

Yan Shu definitely didn't know about the Ming Dynasty and the Qing Dynasty, but he knew about the Jin Dynasty and Shi Jingtang. When he compared the Song Dynasty with the Jin Dynasty, and compared the subsequent Song Dynasty emperors with Shi Jingtang, he felt that it was really outrageous.

The most outrageous thing is that Emperor Taizong was actually slightly stronger than these people. Obviously, the reputation of the Song Dynasty in later generations was indeed not very good.

Yan Shu turned around and glanced at Zhao Zhen, whose face almost turned into pig liver. He was afraid that Zhao Jun would irritate him again, so he said, "Stop talking about these things. By the way, you said before that Song Renzong had no children. Why is that? "

"Why is this? Village chief, you speak like an ancient person. It seems that you are also a history buff."

Zhao Jun couldn't help but joke.

He was really too lonely, and wanted to get to know the village chief as soon as possible. It would be best to become friends who could talk about everything, so that he could feel a little more at ease in the darkness.

Yan Shu did not dare to deny it, so he said: "Yes, yes, I love listening to Teacher Zhao talk about history the most."

"Then I'll tell you."

When he mentioned his major, Zhao Jun became serious. He sat cross-legged on the bed and said solemnly: "It's not that Song Renzong didn't have any sons, it was that every one of them was born and died in infancy. There is no conclusion on this issue in the historical field. After all, there is no historical record of why Song Renzong died. Sons tend to die young, so we can only make certain inferences.”

"What about the inference?"

Yan Shu asked hurriedly.

"I'm about to say something, please don't interrupt."

Zhao Jun raised a finger and said: "The first inference is that there is something wrong with the old Zhao family's genes. Of the six sons of Song Renzong and his father Song Zhenzong, only Song Renzong survived. Although ancient medicine was underdeveloped, newborn babies were easily It is very common to die early due to bacterial and viral infections, but this happened to both father and son. It may be a genetic problem. "

Gene?

Genetic?

Zhao Zhen and other monarchs and ministers looked at each other.

Although I don’t quite understand these professional terms, the general meaning is clear, that is, there is something wrong with the old Zhao family’s seeds.

If this is really the problem, it will be troublesome. After all, Zhao Zhen has no ability to change the legacy of the old Zhao family.

"The second inference is that palace buildings are poisonous and can easily make people sick. According to historical data, mercury, cinnabar, lead and other materials were used to build palaces in the Song Dynasty to prevent insects. These materials are heavy metals and are toxic. Many emperors in the Tang Dynasty liked to eat dandelion. Medicine cultivators, the alchemists used these things to make elixirs for them to eat, and they killed several emperors of the Tang Dynasty. Wouldn't they die young if they lived in the Poison Palace every day? "

Cultivation?

Pill?

Hearing these words, Zhao Zhen and Lu Yijian suddenly felt shuddering.

Because Song Zhenzong was also addicted to these in his later years, and often gave elixirs to Zhao Zhen, Lu Yijian and others as rewards. Although they ate less, these things were poisonous, how could they not be frightened?

"The third inference is that Song Renzong is an old pervert. I remember historical records that Liu E, the old woman, chose many concubines for him when he was thirteen years old. They were all seventy, eighty or nine years old, and they were not restrained at such a young age. , if the kidney is damaged, the child will definitely be born with deficiencies.”

Zhao Jun licked his dry lips and continued: "The other thing is that his concubine is too young. The normal childbearing age for girls is over eighteen. She gets pregnant at the age of fourteen or fifteen. The mother's body is still young and has no development." It is incomplete and cannot support the fetus at all. How can the child born in this way not die in infancy? "

Zhao Zhen blushed and looked around. He felt relieved when he saw that Lu Yijian and the others didn't look at him strangely.

It's not that I feel guilty, because Lu Yijian and the others were instigating these things. Every day, Zha Zi said that if the harem had no children, there would be no continuous blessings. He also asked the officials to make more efforts to accept concubines into the harem, etc., without thinking at all about the consequences of not exercising restraint.

Therefore, it was really not his choice to accept concubines and concubines who were generally younger. It was Liu E and the ministers who supported him that he "tearfully" accepted so many beauties for his own enjoyment.

He blushed because Zhao Jun called him an old pervert.

"Fourth inference: It is said that Song Renzong also liked to take elixirs, which made his body full of poison. He passed it on to his descendants and poisoned his children to death. I don't know whether it is true or not. Anyway, they are all recorded in unofficial history and should not be true. There are also some There are palace conspiracy theories and so on. Song Renzong himself was a civet cat in exchange for a prince. He was the product of conspiracy theories and probably would not have allowed such a thing to happen."

Zhao Jun finally concluded: "So the fourth inference should be relatively nonsense. The most reliable ones are the first three, one is genetic inheritance, the other is palace architecture, and the third is Song Renzong's lack of restraint and the mother's too young age, etc. For this reason, in my own words, I am more inclined to inference three, which is more likely.”

At the end, he added another sentence and said: "This old pervert is really true. It seems that his first queen, Queen Guo, married him at the age of twelve, and his second queen, Queen Cao, entered the palace at the age of fourteen. According to our According to the current law, having a relationship with a girl under the age of fourteen is a crime of rape. I despise this old pervert, and he will die as a copper smelter!"

Zhao Zhen's face turned redder, and his lips wriggled twice to explain that it was not his free choice.

It was all forced by the Queen Mother Liu E.

Moreover, there is another misunderstanding that needs to be clarified, that is, he is just as sexy as he is, but he is not old, he is only twenty-seven years old.

But when the words came to his lips, he still held them back.

He was afraid that if he spoke out, Zhao Jun would know that he was not in Nini Village, but in Bianjing City of the Song Dynasty a thousand years ago. If Zhao Jun relied on his familiarity with history and began to use it to conceal or make a monster out of it, then he would Big trouble.

After all, Zhao Zhen and the others also wanted to get the answers they wanted from Zhao Jun, so as to avoid the fate of the Song Dynasty's collapse in the future.

Yan Shu glanced at Zhao Zhen and said, "Perhaps Renzong had some last resort reasons. After all, you also said that it was all chosen by Tai Liu E for him."

"Well, it has nothing to do with me anyway. The feudal emperor had three wives and four concubines. Young people in our new era have to be single even if they are monogamous. The class composition is different. Besides, we are all in New China. The Qing capital has been dead for more than a hundred years, and the emperor has long been a thing of the past. It’s all rubbish, what’s there to say?”

Zhao Jun finished the steamed buns and porridge, handed the bowl to Yan Shu, and immediately felt very satisfied. Then he lay down on the bed, as if lying flat, crossed his legs, and began to act like a blind salted fish. .

Now that I can't see and my body is still injured, I can't do anything, so I can only lie down.

But at the end, I suddenly remembered that this was not my home, so I got up and sat up straight. After thinking about it, fearing that the old village chief would react when he saw him lying down like this, Zhao Jun decided to strike first.

He turned his back on his guests, spoke earnestly, and advised Yan Shu bitterly: "Then again, old village chief, I'm not talking about you, but your ideological consciousness seems to need to be improved. In the new era, we must look forward, pay attention to the education of our village, and be active Respond to the country's call, let the students in our village go out, and let our mountains become rich from poverty. You'd better not ask me when I can start classes, when I can meet the students, and when my eyes can see it. Things, but I always ask what those bad things in the Song Dynasty were about?"

Zhao Jun found that when he arrived at Nini Village, it was completely different from what he thought.

He thought he was the old party secretary and village chief. After meeting, they exchanged warm greetings and led him to report to the village committee first, then meet the students to understand the situation in the village, and finally actively cooperated with him to carry out education in ten miles and eight villages starting from Nini Primary School. cause.

In fact, the old party secretary injured his waist and face in a fall and was nowhere to be seen. The old village chief came, but he didn't care about education, and he didn't think about the teacher's injury. He kept asking about history, and it was all about the history of the Song Dynasty that he didn't like. Although the roads in the village were cut off and he was blind, etc. But it’s a bit too unprofessional.

Yan Shu was left speechless. He thought for a while and then said, "Teacher, how do you think you should carry out education in your current situation?"

"Forehead"

Zhao Jun thought about it. He was still blind, and it was really inappropriate to carry out education. He thought for a while and said, "How about you let me meet and talk to the students? Although our village primary school is the only one in the surrounding ten miles and eight towns." School, the road in the village is blocked now, and children from other villages can’t get through, but the children from our village can always meet, let’s understand the situation first.”

"The village. The village suffered a disaster."

Yan Shu squirmed a few words, and then reluctantly said: "I will ask the teacher when the time comes. Everyone lives far away, so it is not easy to go there."

"If the road is not easy to walk now, forget it. If it is easy to walk, it will be the village chief's fault."

Zhao Jun expressed his understanding.

He had also seen on the way here that the villages in the mountainous areas were not as close to each other as those in the plains of Hebei and Henan.

The houses here were scattered, and sometimes the houses at the head of the village were seven or eight miles away from the houses at the end of the village, or even more than ten miles away by mountain road. It was understandable that it was difficult to gather because they lived far away.

Yan Shu put away his bowls and chopsticks and went out.

I got another important information today. I wanted to continue asking, but I was afraid that Zhao Jun would get suspicious, so I had to go out and discuss it with the officials first.