Zhao Ji's villa is located near Caihe, south of the city. Looking south is a continuous Taoist temple, and the streets heading east lead directly to Taixue and Imperial College. It is already past You hour, and the lights on the street are on, and there are many Imperial College students who have finished their day of schoolwork.

Today, the great literary and political career of the Song Dynasty is prosperous. Any scholar can always find a good future. As long as he has perseverance and perseverance, even if he fails the exam, the court will also approve him to hire him as appropriate. These Imperial College students, either the children of officials, the wealthy family, or the literary talent, are all handsome among scholars. Compared with ordinary scholars, they have a brighter future, so they all look proud and satisfied. They wander in groups on the streets, criticizing current problems, or responding to poems and talking loudly, and have a very scholarly temperament.

Qiao Feng and Zhao Ji walked side by side, occasionally listening to what these scholars talked about, but probably most of them couldn't understand. They just smiled and said, "Our literary affairs in the Song Dynasty are prosperous, and Bianliang City is a gathering place for scholars all over the world. The conversations of any young people on the street are profound and unfathomable, which is really admirable."

Zhao Ji smiled and did not answer. As a person from later generations who have traveled through time, Zhao Ji did not have much respect for these scholars, and even had some disgust. Relatively speaking, he was more willing to see how the peddlers lived smartly, rather than listening to these young scholars on the street to let go.

Going north to Huimin Bridge, there is a tile, that is, a commercial street, with restaurants, **, and various grocery shops. There are also some mobile vendors on the street, selling some fresh fruits, various fried foods, and various jewelry accessories. It is extremely lively. This is also the most prosperous place for the Fengyue brothels. There are storytellers who talk about stories about the Romance of the Teahouse, women who roll up their sleeves and sell wine in the street, and the dressed-ups waved handkerchiefs to attract customers under the door of Huan. The lively scenes are very similar to the scenes in the costume TV series that Zhao Ji saw in later generations, and even there are even more.

At this time, Neo-Confucianism had not yet flourished, and men and women had not reached the level of cannibalism in later generations. A handsome nobleman like Zhao Ji and a handsome man like Qiao Feng were all the most favored guests of the kiln sisters. Walking through this downtown, it was very eye-catching. At that moment, some of the heroic styles of half-closing the door and rushed up to pick up the guests with small steps. Liang Shicheng was so anxious that his face was red and his ears were running back and forth, but he couldn't resist the enthusiasm of the women. By the time they walked out of this street, many rouge lips were printed on Zhao Ji's white brocade robe, and Qiao Feng, who was embarrassed, had several brocade handkerchiefs embroidered with the girl's boudoir name.

Although Zhao Ji did not have the experience of resisting these passionate passions, he saw Qiao Feng's face turned red and his helpless look. He lost the demeanor of a martial arts master. He felt much more relieved. He smiled and said to Qiao Feng: "How much is it for life? Brother Qiao, you live too conservatively. In this glitzy downtown, let go of your guards. Even if the spring breeze is once, a dewy marriage will be formed, it is just elegance, and it may not hurt the root of the chivalrous heart."

Qiao Feng became more embarrassed, but waved his hand and said seriously: "If these women were not from poor families, who would be willing to laugh at others? Although I can't help so many of them, I must keep my creed and not indulge in joy and slander others for a while."

Hearing this, Zhao Ji felt more and more emotional. In the later generations he lived in, the world of material desires, there were very few remaining bottom lines in people's hearts, and there was no trust between them, let alone mutual respect. It is not an exaggeration to call people like Qiao Feng a saint. Although such a person is precious, it is also sad. It is difficult to live a hundred years without suffering. Just like Zhao Ji remembers a joke. When a child wanted to do bad things, a good person would fight with a bad person in his mind. When he grew up, he would stop fighting because a good person was beaten to death.

Although this is a joke, it is also a kind of helplessness. There are too few people who can always be kind to me in the past and present, both in China and abroad.

In addition to the little troubles caused by attracting customers, Qiao Feng’s impression of the prosperous night market in Bianliang is really good. Only by truly walking in it can you feel the hope and yearning brought by this prosperity, and a sense of pride and identity surges from the heart.

Turning around on the Yu Street, crossing Zhouqiao to the west, it was Kaifeng Prefecture, but at this time, there was no Bao Heizi there. Going west was Baocisi Street, from here along the Bian River, there were warehouses gathered by Hu merchants. The people on the street were full of exotic styles, including Persians, Uighurs, Tubos, Xixia, and many Liao people. These people were either wearing costumes of their own ethnic characteristics, or directly changing into the clothes of Song people, speaking fluent Song Dynasty Mandarin. If you don’t look at their images but just listen to the sound, you can’t even tell whether they are Song people or aliens.

When he got to this place, Zhao Ji suddenly became interested. Seeing that Qiao Feng's face also showed a strong look of surprise, he asked Liang Shicheng to lead the way to wander around here. Listening to these foreigners in the tone of Han people, it was a different kind of fun. Although Zhao Ji inherited the memories of his ex, most of them recited poems and paintings, or were romantic and romantic. He knew very little about these Hu people in Bianliang City, so he asked Liang Shicheng: "How many Hu people are there in Tokyo? Are they all here to do business?"

Liang Shicheng replied: "There are indeed quite a lot of Hu people, and there are about tens of thousands of people. Many of them are businessmen, but many Hu people favor our Song Dynasty to be rich, so they stayed here for generations and took root and reproduce. Just like the Hu Shang Adaha, who supplied spices to the royal palace, it is said that his ancestors came to Bianliang City since the Taizu period. Now it has been three or four generations, and their descendants have long become native Song people."

I was tired after walking for too long, so everyone found a restaurant opened by Hu people. Without hesitation, there was a light and tall Hu Ji holding the best wine and curled it with ice. It was cool and refreshing. While Zhao Ji invited Qiao Feng to drink wine, he listened to Liang Shicheng talking about these Hu people, and felt a sense of pride in his heart. Compared with many people in later generations crying for a green card, the Han people nowadays naturally have something to be proud of. They created the world's most leading civilization and prosperous society, attracting countless people from foreign countries. Compared with two times, they really feel ashamed of their ancestors.

Liang Shicheng talked about another interesting thing: "When the Liao delegation came to Bianliang a few years ago, they lost many subordinates. This matter was reported to Kaifeng Prefecture for investigation. In the end, they realized that those who had lost wanted to stay in Bianliang City and not go back. This kind of thing happened every year. Our Song Dynasty was rich and healthy. These foreign countries who had lived in bitter and cold lands for a long time saw the prosperity of the flower world and yearned for a lot of time, and no one was willing to leave like this."

"A few years ago, there was another incident. The Dali State paid tribute to the court for several elephants, and the members of the elephants were accompanied by the members who kept these elephants. They had always been at peace, but who knew that one year the Dali State mission came back, but found that one of the elephants was actually replaced by a general from their border. It is said that this general was also a third-rank official in Dali State, but he would rather stay in Bianliang to raise elephants than go south to become an official."

After hearing these anecdotes, everyone laughed. Zhao Ji smiled and said, "It is a life of a person who is born to live. In all dynasties and in prosperous times, our Central Plains have the demeanor of a great country. We welcome all directions to come to the court. The sea is embracing all rivers and being tolerant is great. As long as they can stay in the Song Dynasty, it doesn't matter."

As he said this, his eyes were mostly on Qiao Feng, wanting to see Qiao Feng's feelings and thoughts clearly.

Qiao Feng noticed Zhao Ji's sight and said, "It is best for them to live and work in the Song Dynasty. However, if they are not of my race, their hearts will be different. You still need to be careful."

Hearing this, Zhao Ji couldn't help but wonder how Qiao Feng received a strict education on Chinese and foreign defense when he was young?

He pondered for a moment and continued, "In this world, good people and bad people are not divided by simple races. There are many people in the Han people who commit crimes, and those foreign countries also have good people who are kind and righteous. Generally speaking, bad people, regardless of Han people, should be wary of punishment. But if they are good people, no matter what kind of family they are from, they are worthy of kindness, and there will always be rewards."

"In the Han Dynasty, Jin Rizhe was a prince of the Xiongnu, but he was loyal to the Han Dynasty and became an important official in the Wu of Han Dynasty. There were countless examples of this kind in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Changsun Wuji, a wise minister, was a Xianbei, a general Gao Xianzhi, a general who guarded the frontier, was a Goryeo, a general Geshuhan, and a Turkic person. As for the famous general Li Guangbi, who quelled the Anshi Rebellion, he was a Khitan."

After this list, Zhao Ji has exhausted his little historical knowledge after searching for his heart and scorching. At the end, he said: "We Han people are born to reproduce and thrive on the richest land in the world. That is the gift of God. Therefore, they have been attacking the foreign races around them and are burdened with the world's enemies. They are not to fight for one right or wrong, but to protect the most rare prosperity in the world. Take our Song Dynasty for example. Over the past century, all knowledgeable people have decided to recover Yanyun and have a lifetime wish. This is because the prosperity and management of the world is not easy, and foreign races cannot be allowed to be trampled on. But then again, if a hero of the Khitan tribe cares about the people of the world, it is not to destroy, but to build. Then even if I bear the relationship between the sky, I will still use my life to protect him!"

After hearing this, Qiao Feng was silent for a moment before saying, "Young Master Zhao, you are kind-hearted, but unfortunately this kind of hero is rare in the world, so you have a great wish to entrust your wishes."
Chapter completed!