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

Yes, but there are some requirements?

When Yan Shu heard this, he immediately showed his joy and nodded repeatedly, saying, "Tell me."

Although he did not agree directly, as long as Zhao Jun opened his mouth, everything would be easy to talk about. It depends on what conditions the other party wants to propose.

Seeing Yan Shu's appearance, Zhao Jun knew that he was going to negotiate, so he did not speak immediately, but fell into deep thought.

He was thinking about his future way out!

It is an unchangeable fact that he traveled to the Song Dynasty. If he considers how to go back, then according to the general routine of traveling, he must die.

But dying is the routine of traveling back to the past. What is the routine of traveling back? Still dying? This method. It can only be said that it is a bit life-consuming. What if it fails? There is only one life.

So he has only one way now, that is to stay in the Song Dynasty.

As for how to stay, being an ordinary citizen is not an option. The lower-class people in the Song Dynasty live a hard life. If you are not careful, you will starve to death.

Go to Liao and Xixia?

He is an orthodox Han Chinese and can never be a slave of a foreign race.

Other ideas such as rebellion or founding a country overseas are all outrageous. Does a college student really have the ability to rebel and go overseas?

Now you can directly integrate into the highest power institution of the Song Dynasty, so why do you have to fight for your life and risk being beheaded and contracting diseases overseas to do these irrational things?

Therefore, if you judge the situation, cooperating with the other party is the best choice.

Since you have chosen to cooperate with Zhao Zhen and others, you must strive for the greatest benefit for yourself. Make sure you have enough voice in your hands, rather than being a tool abandoned by the other party after being used.

Let's take a look at the chips in your hand first.

Zhao Jun, who was once admitted to Renmin University, had a high IQ brain running fast, and began to think about his advantages in the negotiation.

First of all, Zhao Zhen and others need to understand the history of later generations by themselves.

Although I have spoiled a lot of things, I basically just talk about it. Many of the details in it are not clear, or simply not said.

Zhao Zhen and others can't not want to know more detailed content of later history.

Secondly, we just talked about productivity and production relations yesterday. Zhao Zhen and his people must be eager to carry out the industrial revolution to improve productivity.

The problem is that improving productivity is not as simple as the industrial revolution, but requires a complete set of scientific logic system support.

The ancient Chinese scientific logic system is incomplete, so someone must help them fill it in.

This person can only be himself.

The last and most important point is that Zhao Zhen and his people are now facing the pressure of events such as Li Yuanhao's founding of the country, the coercion of the Liao Kingdom, the three Yi Huihe, and the Jingkang Shame.

Zhao Jun has already talked about the three battles of Sanchuankou, Haoshuichuan, and Dingchuanzhai in detail. With the defense, it is unlikely that the Song Dynasty wants to defeat Li Yuanhao, but it is still no problem to just resist Li Yuanhao's attack.

However, this is limited to this. In the face of the coercion of the Liao Kingdom and the founding of Li Yuanhao, the Song Dynasty could not repel and intervene, let alone sweep across Liaoxia. As for the three Yi Huihe and the Jingkang Shame, they will also be a big trend in the future and difficult to change.

This is not something that can be changed simply by knowing the future, because if the Song Dynasty cannot defeat the Liao Dynasty, then it will naturally be unable to prevent the rise of the Jin Dynasty and the Mongols, and in the end the Song Dynasty will not escape the fate of destruction.

Through the previous chat, Zhao Zhen and his friends also knew the power of future technology, and knew that the era of firearms would inevitably replace the era of cold weapons. If they wanted to make the Song Dynasty military strong, they must reform their weapons.

So who can reform?

Or themselves.

In other words, I have painted a big pie for Zhao Zhen and his friends invisibly.

A grand blueprint that can fully know the future history, forge an industrial revolution, evolve weapons, and make the Song Dynasty strong.

So in order to prevent the Song Dynasty from being humiliated by the Jingkang Shame, in order to make the Song Dynasty strong, and in order to change the fate of Sanyi Huihe and Yashan jumping into the sea, Zhao Zhen and his friends must worship themselves.

Zhao Zhen is not my ancestor, I am his ancestor!

After figuring this out, Zhao Jun suddenly became energetic, refreshed, and said radiantly: "I am also a member of the Zhao family, a member of the Zhao Song clan, so why don't you let me be the emperor."

Yan Shu's expectant smile froze in an instant.

Even his mouth was open, forgetting to close it.

Although he knew that later generations did not have much respect for ancient emperors, this sentence was too outrageous, and Yan Shu was really shocked!

"Just a joke, just a joke."

Zhao Jun saw his expression frozen, and knew that this joke was a bit too big. After all, he studied history, how could he not know the bottom line and majesty of feudal imperial power?

For this throne, I don't know how many fathers, sons and brothers killed each other. How could he be given the throne just because Zhao Jun was a descendant of who knows how many generations? That was too outrageous.

Yan Shu could only force a smile and said, "Zhao Jun, don't make this joke anymore."

"Tsk!"

Zhao Jun raised his middle finger and said, "What a decadent and backward feudal society! Even if we modern people declare independence on the street and say that we want to rebel and become emperor, no one will pay attention to us. Why are you making such a big deal out of such a trivial matter?"

Yan Shu advised tactfully, "I know that you people in later generations despise the imperial power, but this is the Song Dynasty. Since we are in the Song Dynasty, we still have to abide by the rules here."

"Okay."

Zhao Jun said lazily: "The emperor is not okay, but you can be my executive vice emperor or prime minister. Under one person, above ten thousand people."

"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 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 put in a high position, how can you convince the people? If you mess around, it will only make the Song Dynasty fall faster."

"Okay, you have a point."

Zhao Jun had to retreat. Qiu Qici said, "Then I'll ask for it later. If I'm willing to cooperate with you, how do you plan to arrange me?"

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

Zhao Jun remembered the young man he had met before and nodded, "Okay, let's go meet him."

Yan Shu was moved by his fearless look. After thinking for a while, he said, "Don't be reckless. The emperor is the emperor of the Song Dynasty after all. When you meet the emperor, I still hope you can respect him."

"Okay."

Zhao Jun agreed. He has figured it out now.

It's not realistic to travel back in time. It's too time-consuming. What if it doesn't work?

Since he doesn't have the ability to rebel and doesn't want to join a foreign race, he can only cooperate.

Cooperation must look like cooperation. Zhao Zhen is one of his ancestors after all. Just treat it as a New Year's greeting to his ancestors.

At that moment, Zhao Jun got up from the bed and put on his shoes by the bed. It was a pair of rubber slippers that he had found in the suitcase before. Slippers are the most comfortable to wear in summer.

The clothes he wore were also quite strange.

White short-sleeved top and black beach pants, whatever is comfortable.

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

Yan Shu saw him get up and opened the door. A middle-aged man in his forties stood outside the door. 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, looked at the man in surprise, and said: "Nima Party Secretary?"

"I'm Fan Zhongyan."

Fan Zhongyan introduced himself expressionlessly.

"Awesome."

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

I had only seen Yan Shu and Fan Zhongyan in books or TV dramas before, but this time I saw the real person, and it was indeed different from the TV dramas.

At this time, the sky was bright, Zhao Jun walked out of the door, looked out from a distance, and saw a beautiful garden.

The garden is very large, with dense jungles, towering rockery, flowing canals, rippling lakes, and all kinds of precious flowers and plants in all colors.

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

"This should be the Guanjia Palace."

Zhao Jun remembered the layout map of the Song Dynasty palace that he had occasionally seen. The only place that can grow rice fields in the palace is the Guanjia Palace.

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

"The place I traveled through is really bad."

Zhao Jun muttered, and then when he followed Yan Shu and Fan Zhongyan passing by those rice fields, he saw the sparse rice in the fields and shook his head and said, "The rice in the Song Dynasty is really not good, and the ear formation rate is so low."

"There is no way, you also know that 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, they don't know how to breed seeds and plant scientifically. In the future, low-yield fields can produce 600-800 kilograms per mu, and high-yield fields can reach more than 1,200 kilograms. You are missing a god of agriculture."

"Can you be this god of agriculture?"

Fan Zhongyan suddenly asked.

"Take your head to do it. There is no biology in this era. 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 inner guards composed of the imperial guards surrounded the palace in three layers.

Zhao Jun took a deep breath, followed Yan Shu and Fan Zhongyan in with his head held high.

Zhao Zhen and the others were still waiting. Before that, Wang Shouzhong had seen Yan Shu and Fan Zhongyan coming with Zhao Jun from a distance, and immediately came to report.

So at this time, everyone had already started to pretend, sitting upright on the chairs, as if to show off their power to Zhao Jun.

Zhao Jun stepped into the hall and scanned the crowd as before, his eyes finally stopped at the young man.

He is Zhao Zhen?

He is actually more handsome than me?

Zhao Jun was thinking wildly.

He did not speak.

This is when both sides are at their limit.

Zhao Jun knew that although he was blind, he was tricked by the other party.

But this is not a bad thing.

Because the more tricks he has, the more he proves his importance.

Only when people are ignorant can they be fearless.

If they know their fate and see a life-saving straw, they may want to worship this straw as their ancestor.

So Zhao Jun is a little fearless, although doing so may 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 they must not be timid!

The chips must be held in hand!

But what was surprising was that Zhao Zhen was apparently calm and just looked at him without speaking.

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

Therefore, when no one spoke, the venue fell into silence for a while.

The atmosphere was slightly awkward.

"Ahem."

It was Yan Shu who coughed twice and broke the silence.

He said to Zhao Jun: "Zhao Jun, the Guan family is the ancestor of the Zhao family. Although it is not your direct ancestor, it is one of the collateral ancestors. Since you are meeting your ancestors, why don't you bow to them?"

Fine.

I am a new era college student.

High-quality talents who are polite, establish new trends, respect the old and love the young should respect their ancestors.

Zhao Jun reluctantly accepted the offer, clasping his fingers together as if congratulating you for wealth during the New Year, and said: "The descendants of future generations have met their ancestors."

"hehe."

At that moment, Zhao Zhen's originally straight face melted like an iceberg, and he said with a half-smile, "You still know that I am your ancestor."

"Correction, it's not the ancestors, just the ancestors. Ancestors are direct lines, while ancestors can be collateral lines."

As a history student, Zhao Jun must seriously correct his mistakes.

Zhao Zhen's face suddenly darkened.

Yan Shu almost peed at that time. He quickly pulled Zhao Jun aside and whispered: "Little ancestor, my little ancestor, you are my ancestor. I beg you, respect the official family."

Zhao Jun is a typical person who takes soft things rather than hard things. Seeing that Yan Shu was so anxious that he almost cried, he remembered that Yan Shu took care of him meticulously during this period, so he softened his heart and said: "Well, for the sake of Uncle Yan. On your face.”

So Yan Shu pulled Zhao Jun over again, apologized to Zhao Zhen and said, "Officer, Zhao Jun is a descendant after all. He doesn't understand etiquette, so don't blame him. Quickly, salute our ancestors."

Saying this, he urged Zhao Jun.

Zhao Jun knelt down and kowtowed feebly: "The unworthy descendants of future generations will be rude, please forgive me, ancestors."

It's not that his knees are weak, but that there is indeed Zhao Zhen's spiritual tablet in their village ancestral hall.

Except for the embarrassing things about Zhao Ji and Zhao Gou, basically as long as the emperor of the Zhao family is not too mediocre, as the ancestors of the Zhao family, the village is still willing to enshrine them.

So Zhao Jun has actually been used to kneeling since he was a child. Not only does he kneel when he worships his ancestors every year, but if an old man dies in the family, he will carry the coffin to the ancestral hall and stay for a long time to offer incense to his ancestors. Therefore, he used to The number of times he has knelt down for Zhao Zhen is not that few.

Just think of it as before and kneel down to the dead.

Zhao Jun felt at ease.

But what he didn't expect was that before the Yuan Dynasty, kneeling was still a relatively important etiquette. Even officials did not need to kneel to Zhao Zhen when they went to court, let alone ordinary people when they met officials.

So when Zhao Jun suddenly made such a grand gesture, Zhao Zhen thought that Zhao Jun had completely figured it out, saw his bastard spirit, knew that he was a wise master, and decided to bow to him.

So he laughed and said: "Hahahahaha, get up."

"Thank you, ancestor."

Zhao Jun still weakly got up from the ground as if he hadn't eaten - he really hadn't eaten.

Zhao Zhen saw that he was depressed and remembered the scene where the other party kept insulting him, so he started to joke and sneered: "Zhao Jun, what crime do you deserve?"

"What do you mean?"

Zhao Jun looked at Zhao Zhen confusedly.

"Old pervert, old pervert, idiot, bitch, stupid donkey"

Zhao Zhen lowered his head and counted one finger at a time. Later, he found that ten fingers seemed not enough, so he raised his head, looked at Zhao Jun with a half-smile and said: "Slandering the court, insulting the emperor, disrespecting the ancestors, you say What should I do with you?"