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

Zhao Jun felt that he had a dream.

He dreamed that he seemed to have traveled through time, from Liangshan Autonomous Prefecture in 2023 AD to the Song Dynasty a thousand years ago.

He also dreamed that a young man who claimed to be his ancestor told him that he was Song Renzong Zhao Zhen.

Song Renzong Zhao Zhen had no sons, so he could not be a direct ancestor, but it was reasonable to say that he was his collateral uncle ancestor, and his bloodline came from Song Xuanzu Zhao Hongyin.

But.

Why did I dream of Zhao Zhen?

Oh.

I remembered.

I seemed to have traveled through time!

"Ah!"

With a scream, a shrill cry resounded in the room.

More than two hours after fainting, Zhao Jun suddenly woke up, his whole body soaked in sweat, and he gasped for breath.

"Zhao Jun, are you awake?"

A familiar voice echoed around him, making Zhao Jun look in the direction of the voice involuntarily.

I saw an old man in his 50s standing beside me. He was wearing a wide robe like those people and was looking at me with worried eyes.

On the other side, there was another old man putting silver needles into the box, then closing his medicine bag and getting up to leave.

The old man didn't look at me during the whole process, as if I was a transparent person.

Apparently, he had just experienced another acupuncture before he woke up.

Zhao Jun was still panting, wiping the sweat off his face, leaning on the head of the bed with his upper body straight. He didn't answer the old man in purple robes, but looked around the room first.

This was his room, because his backpack was still on the cabinet beside the bed, and the suitcase was at the foot of the bed.

At this time, there were only two people in the room, and no one spoke.

The air became quiet.

Except for the occasional sound of the wind outside and Zhao Jun's heavy breathing.

After a while, Zhao Jun's tense nerves slowly calmed down.

His breathing also became steady.

He spoke with difficulty in a hoarse voice: "Who are you?"

Yan Shu was silent for two seconds, then said: "I am Yan Shu."

"Yan Shu?"

Zhao Jun lowered his head and said silently: "So I am really in the period of Song Renzong?"

When he saw Zhao Zhen and others sitting solemnly in Guanjia Hall, he actually believed that he had traveled through time and did not doubt that the villagers were joking with him.

First of all, there have been many strange things in recent days, such as the village head and the village party secretary who actually did not know about the future.

It's just that the village head is very smart and has been guiding him to speak actively, so that he has gradually understood many things in the future, and slowly made the village head's thinking and way of speaking close to the future.

It happened that Zhao Jun was blind at that time and was in an extremely panic mood. When he met the village head who could always talk to him, encourage him and comfort him, he chattered with him and fell into the trap of the other party, exposing too much.

Secondly, if it is really in Nini Village, even if there is a mudslide, with the power of the country, including roads, power supply, and signals, it is estimated that it will only take a few days to repair it. Even in the deep mountains and old forests, it will not exceed a month at most.

But the village chief and his men dragged it for three months. At that time, Zhao Jun was already deeply suspicious, but he couldn't think about the fact that he had traveled through time, so he was barely concealed by Yan Shu and his men.

Now think about it carefully, it is not the power of the country that is weak, but the fact that the Song Dynasty simply does not have heavy industries to repair roads, power grids to repair circuits, and communication groups to restore signals!

The last and most critical one is what happened in front of Zhao Jun.

What he saw was a group of people wearing official uniforms, sitting in a magnificent hall. All the buildings are so ancient.

If this is fake, then he can only appear in the film and television city.

But according to his understanding, the only places in the country with such luxurious filming locations are large domestic film and television cities such as Hengdian and Wuxi. "Dream of Hualu", "Qing Ping Le", "Song Youth" and other Northern Song Dynasty film and television dramas were all filmed there.

But he went to Daliang Mountain, which is more than 600 kilometers away from Chengdu. He traveled from the capital to the depths of the mountains by high-speed rail, train, car, motorcycle, and donkey cart for several days. There is no film and television city in the surrounding area of ​​at least a thousand kilometers. It takes more than 2,000 kilometers to go to Hengdian, Wuxi and other places.

When he was swept away by the mudslide and unconscious, a group of people rescued him from the mudslide, and then took him across half of the country and ran more than 2,000 kilometers to Hengdian and Wuxi?

It is impossible to think about it.

How to get on planes, high-speed rails, and trains where there are security checks? Even if he can't get on the bus, even if he drives himself all the way, the highway toll stations and traffic police along the way can't fail to notice the abnormality in the car.

So when Zhao Jun saw Zhao Zhen and the others at first sight, he knew that everything he had imagined had become a bubble.

He really traveled to the Song Dynasty!

He lost his parents, relatives, friends, and classmates, and came to a completely unfamiliar place!

"Yes, you are in the Song Dynasty now!"

Yan Shu looked at him and comforted him softly: "It is now July of the third year of Jingyou, and the current emperor is the Song Renzong you mentioned!"

"Really? Why. I traveled through time? Why. Me?"

Zhao Jun asked with a dull look in his eyes.

Seeing his depressed expression, Yan Shu persuaded him: "Zhao Jun, since you are here, you will be in peace. Now that you are in the Song Dynasty, it is time to think about yourself."

Zhao Jun couldn't listen to his words anymore and became sad: "I still have parents, I'm not a careless orphan, I just graduated from college, I still have a beautiful life, and I came to ancient society like this? Wow? Woohoo!”

At the end of the sentence, he actually burst into tears.

Life is always so unpredictable, as if no one knows which will come first, the accident or tomorrow.

At least for Zhao Jun, he is only filled with sadness now.

Not only did he travel back to the Song Dynasty, which he hated, but he also thought of his parents, family and friends in later generations.

Will the last news they hear is that they died in a mudslide? Will they feel extremely sad because the white-haired person sent the black-haired person?

Maybe God just played a huge joke on himself.

But why him?

At this moment, Zhao Jun's heart was filled with sadness and confusion.

"well."

When Yan Shu saw his appearance, he did not persuade him. Instead, he sighed and walked out of the room slowly.

Fan Zhongyan was already waiting outside the door. After Yan Shu came out, he asked, "How is it inside? The officials are still waiting."

Yan Shu shook his head: "Didn't you hear the sound inside?"

Fan Zhongyan put his ears against the door and heard sobbing inside. He frowned and said, "Is Zhao Jun crying?"

"Overnight, my parents, relatives and friends said goodbye forever, and I was separated from each other. I came to a thousand years ago. I thought I couldn't accept it for a while, so let him cry for a while and vent his emotions."

Yan Shu waited quietly.

Fan Zhongyan didn't say anything, just stood at the door in silence.

Ask yourself, if you could empathize with the man who suddenly appeared thousands of years ago, he would probably have the same thoughts.

Because they are people, living people.

If I had no father, no mother, no worries, maybe in another era, I might not be so sad.

But his family is still there, but he can no longer see them. Who can know this kind of grief?

Listening to the crying inside the door, Fan Zhongyan couldn't help but think of his mother who passed away ten years ago. Her voice and appearance seemed to be still in front of his eyes, which made him sigh in his heart, filled with sadness, and stood there silently.

The crying lasted for a long time, maybe half an hour or more than an hour.

Yan Shu and Fan Zhongyan were still waiting at the door. During this period, Zhao Zhen sent Wang Shouzhong to ask about the situation. After learning that Zhao Jun was emotionally unstable now, he went back.

In this way, time passed by minute by minute, and when the sky gradually became brighter, it was already three quarters after sunrise, and the world gradually became clearer.

Suddenly, a still hoarse voice came from inside the door.

"Uncle Yan Lari."

Zhao Jun is still not used to the name Yan Shu.

Yan Shu opened the door and walked in. He saw Zhao Jun's eyes were red and swollen, thinking that he had gotten over the grief of losing his parents and relatives.

Although we have lost our loved ones, if we think about it carefully, our relatives and friends are not dead.

The two parties are just in another time and space, another dimension, each other is alive and well.

As long as people are still there.

After all, it is much better than separation and death.

So after Zhao Jun vented his anger, it was normal for him to calm down and regain his rationality so quickly.

Yan Shu asked in a gentle and mellow voice: "How are you doing? Are you feeling better?"

"Better."

Zhao Jun responded lukewarmly.

In addition to hating the Song Dynasty, he also found it a bit difficult to accept.

That is, Yan Shu, Zhao Zhen and the others deceived themselves for more than two months, fooling themselves into thinking that they were in Nini Village.

This is a bit too much.

Yan Shu came over, sat on Zhao Jun's bed, and said to him, "What are your plans next?"

"What can we do? I can't go back. I have no friends. It's better to die."

Zhao Jun was leaning on the bed, his expression indifferent and dull, as if he was beyond love.

"Ants care about their lives, let alone humans!"

Yan Shu quickly persuaded: "Although I have no relatives, you are a descendant of Huang Zhao. The Tian family is your relative, and we are also your relatives. How can you say that you have no relatives?"

"Are you just deceiving your relatives like this?"

Zhao Jun glanced at him.

Yan Shu said awkwardly: "It was also to stabilize you at that time. You are blind and have injuries all over your body. What if you know that this is the Song Dynasty and are frightened, resulting in blood stasis that cannot be healed and your condition worsens? What should I do if the imperial doctor is there? "This blood stasis will almost make you permanently blind."

"So it's for my own good to fool me like a fool?"

Zhao Jun became even more angry.

In fact, he didn't have much ill feelings toward Yan Shu. After all, he had taken care of him for more than two months without harming him.

But this feeling of being kept in the dark and being a fool is really uncomfortable.

"There was nothing I could do about it. It was all for the sake of your injury and eyes. Later, I was afraid that you would go down the mountain, so I could only keep lying to you and make you obey the acupuncture treatment."

Upon seeing this, Yan Shu changed the subject and said, "By the way, didn't you say that if you traveled to the Song Dynasty, you would beat up Su Shi? Now that you have come to the Song Dynasty, why not fulfill your wish?"

"hehe."

Yan Shu's words made Zhao Jun laugh, and he said happily: "I also want to punch Zhao Zhen, will you let me do it?"

"This will definitely not work."

Yan Shu saw that he was amused, so he said with a smile: "Although the official is not your direct ancestor, he is also one of your collateral ancestors. Beating the official is a great treason."

"Forget it."

Zhao Jun thought so too. Chinese people respect their ancestors. It is something engraved in their blood and bones. Although he doesn't want to recognize his ancestors, he only said so verbally.

The village holds ancestor worship activities every year. Seeing the tablets of ancestors such as "Zhao Tiao", "Zhao Ting", "Zhao Jing", "Zhao Hongyin", "Zhao Kuangyin" and the explicit records in the family tree, the Zhao clan members will still feel a sense of pride.

After all, the ancestor of the old Zhao family was the emperor.

Yan Shu saw that his mood was slowly recovering, so he said: "Why don't you go and see the official."

"No."

Zhao Jun replied lazily.

"Why?"

"I was born in New China and grew up under the red flag. I am not used to kowtow to the emperor of the backward and corrupt feudal society in ancient times."

"Compared with later generations, our era is indeed backward, but our Song Dynasty is not the Qing Dynasty where people claim to be slaves and kneel down at will. When meeting officials, you only need to bow your hands and salute, not kowtow."

"Then I don't want to go either."

"Why?"

"You just want to use me to help you improve productivity. Why should I help you?"

"After all, the Song Dynasty was established by your ancestors. Even if it makes you feel disgusted, how can people betray their ancestors?"

Yan Shu had learned a lot about later generations from Zhao Jun. He turned his eyes and said, "Besides, you don't want the Song Dynasty to perish and be replaced by the Mongols and the Qing Dynasty, and let the Han people fall into the bottom of the slaves. Why not help your ancestors and change the fate of the Han people, wouldn't it be a wonderful thing?"

"Uh"

Zhao Jun was speechless for a while.

This really caught his weak spot.

Although he hated the Song Dynasty, he naturally had a stronger sense of identity than the Qing Dynasty.

After all, the Song Dynasty was the orthodox Han dynasty, and it was also his ancestor.

There were always conspiracy theorists in later generations who spread rumors about the bloodline of ancient Han emperors, saying "Xianbei Tang, Shatuo Song, Huihui Ming" to belittle the orthodoxy of the Han people.

But according to DNA testing, the founders of the Tang, Song and Ming dynasties were actually all legitimate Han people. Li Shimin had only one-eighth of Hu bloodline, and his Han bloodline was as high as seven-eighths.

As for Zhao Kuangyin, his ancestors were relatives of the Yin and Shang dynasties. As early as the Xia and Shang dynasties, he belonged to the Huaxia nation and was an orthodox descendant of the Han people.

The family genetic markers of this line accounted for 1.58% of Chinese men, widely distributed in the bloodline of the entire Huaxia Han nation, and were one of the main sources of Han genes.

In later generations, a large number of provinces in the south had the Zhao surname group detected this family genetic marker, which means that many descendants of the Zhao family lineage originated from this genetic marker, and they were of the same clan and origin as the Zhao Kuangyin family in the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties.

Zhao Jun's village is the direct descendant of the Zhao family of the Song Dynasty. They once did a joint project of history and anthropology with a university. They extracted DNA from the tombs of the Zhao family of the Song Dynasty, and finally proved that all the people in their village were descendants of Zhao Kuangyin, and there was also a family tree as evidence.

So although he hated the Song Dynasty, Zhao Jun actually hated those who spread rumors that the Tang, Song, and Ming dynasties were not the orthodox dynasties of the Han people.

If there were Han people among these people who foolishly believed and followed those rumor makers to spread rumors, they would be worse than animals and their hearts should be killed.

Now he has traveled to the Song Dynasty, but no matter what, the Song Dynasty is also the orthodox dynasty of the Han people. Compared with the Mongols and the Qing Dynasty who treated the Han people as slaves, the senses are naturally different.

In the final analysis, he is also a Han Chinese!

Therefore, after hesitating for a long time, Zhao Jun finally sighed to the sky and sighed, "Okay, but I have some requirements."

In the end, he still couldn't refuse this reason.