[Group Wearing Song Dynasty] The Glory of the Sky

Surveillance video?

No one showed a knowing expression, so that the scene was a bit awkward.

It's like a group of elementary school students are pulling each other's hair, and then suddenly someone pulls out a bazooka, but no one knows what it is.

Although the Jin and Song Dynasties have exchanged visits with neighboring countries many times, and have seen so-called movies, documentaries, and factories several times, because their cognition cannot explain the principles, they naturally categorize everything simply and rudely. It's called 'Yi Yi Sorcerer'.

Although Guo Di reported surveillance video and other things a few years ago, all the descriptions he wrote at that time sounded like crazy words. The court didn't believe it before seeing it with his own eyes, so he didn't pay attention to it. .

He Shi Lie Zhining didn't understand what he was talking about at all, and still had an attitude of asking questions: "Why do you make a conclusion! What if you made up these things!"

Liu Xi turned the chair around and let the screen behind him start playing the clips he had edited long ago.

Several familiar faces appeared in the picture, hiding different things in boots and sleeves in various ways, and even tearing them into several parts and hiding them in the interlayer of inner clothes.

Because the quality of the camera is quite good, not only can they see the theft of these people, but even the moles on their faces are clearly photographed.

Those prisoners next to them who were still thinking about luck turned pale, and trembled as they watched their appearance on the screen.

It was really the first time for Heshi Lie Zhining to watch the video, and he didn't react for a long time.

What is this?

Is there someone hiding in this wall?

Or are these all illusions?

Liu Xi realized that the new diplomat seemed to be a bit slow in comprehension, so he motioned to the secretary next to him to help him with science popularization for a few minutes.

Why is this not what I expected...

It was the first time for He Shi Lie Zhining to see a living person on the wall. Unlike shadow puppetry, he could only see the outline, and what was reflected was the person sent by himself. While watching the pictures in those videos, he listened to Sun Ci. Nice explanation.

He doesn't have a deep family background like Li Shi, he himself is a straight-minded rough guy, and he can't keep up with the thinking of Linguo people at all.

Sun Ci explained for a long time, and all the Song people around him understood, but the prime minister was still staring at the screen.

"So, this is a demon mirror?"

Liu Xi lowered his head and took a sip of tea, thinking that it was really a feudal superstition.

He stood up directly, paused the monitoring screen, glanced at the sweaty official Song, then looked at the big and round Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Jin, and explained simply: "We can show you what these people have done Look, here's the proof."

"Hey," Heshi Lie Zhining wondered, "Then can you see everything?"

Liu Xi had a vague feeling that the topic was going to be taken off track again: "What do you mean?"

"You are so powerful, why don't you just knock down the north and the south?" The prime minister looked puzzled: "If this illusion is true, you have clairvoyance and wind ears, and how many good horses can be run over by a chariot, why? Just guard this Yangzhou city and refuse to leave? Is there gold under Yangzhou city?"

The neighboring officials were silent for a few seconds.

"Let's talk about the facts," Liu Xi twitched his eyebrows: "The crime of sending spies in the Jin and Song Dynasties has been clearly revealed. We need to talk about compensation and related regulations."

"I don't understand, why is the thing on the wall moving?" The prime minister looked puzzled: "Can you explain to me?"

Liu Xi took a deep breath, and ordered the people from the Ministry of Culture to help him with his work, and went out to smoke a cigarette to calm down.

He suddenly didn't want to contact people from Mongolia——

The Song Kingdom has a solid cultural foundation anyway, and communication is only a normal level of effort.

Dealing with illiterates is really... chatting across servers.

Jiangyin City.

Xin Qiji was about to go home with his bag in hand, when he went downstairs, he saw a rather familiar figure.

I don't know him well, but he is wearing a full set of ancient clothes in this outfit.

He froze for a moment, wondering if Uncle Lu had sent someone over, so he quickened his pace and approached, and saw a man in his thirties.

The man was obviously quite confused about the upper and lower structures of the teaching building, and he didn't seem to recognize his way.

"Hello...?" You'an tentatively asked, "Who are you looking for?"

The man suddenly raised his head and saw him, tilted his head and laughed: "Little brother, I am a student of the next class, and I want to come and see what this school looks like."

"New—new student?" Xin Qiji quickly approached him, and found that he had just brought a small package. He presumably came from Jiangyin City by bus, and just came to check the school environment: "Are you from Yangzhou City?"

Zhu Xi also saw the bun on his head at a glance, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "You also got admitted? When did you get in? Are the books here easy to read? Is it difficult to graduate?"

Xin Qiji chuckled, explained that he had passed the test from Lin'an, and led him to other places in the school.

It is now July, and due to the large number of applicants for the Jiangyin Middle School, the Education Bureau has moved the exam time forward to the end of June, and the rankings have already been released on July [-]th.

There are more than a dozen Yangzhou people who passed the exam by self-study or relying on the school, and got the certificate to enter Jiangyin to visit and prepare for school.

Since Kong Zhiyao had become a full-time employee, he was so busy in the Senate that he only had time to treat Zhu Xi's family to a meal before continuing to devote himself to the construction of the urban drainage system.

Zhu Xi boarded the bus alone according to the pictures and texts in the guidebook, and entered the Jiangyin City, which was endowed with various mysterious colors in the legend, quite strangely, and found out where the school was after walking around several times.

Listening to him talking about these things, Xin Qiji felt very subtle in his heart.

Zhu Xi is different from him. Although he is ten years older than himself, he has studied arts and sciences by himself, applied for student loans by himself, and relied on his own efforts to come to Jiangyin.

As for himself, at least he bypassed the liberal arts in the entrance examination.

What's even more strange is Zhu Xi's undisguised love and yearning for things near the country.

You'an never dared to show these things, he was cautious and afraid of being caught, sometimes he didn't know what he wanted in his heart.

However, as they walked from the second floor to the fifth floor, Zhu Xi was eloquently admiring the insights of physics and materialism, as if he was lecturing.

Xin Qiji paused, and asked with some doubts: "Mr. Zhu... you like Linguo's knowledge and system so much, aren't you afraid that someone will accuse you of forgetting your roots?"

Zhu Xi smiled heartily, without any psychological burden at all.

"If you hear the Tao in the morning, you can die in the evening!"

He did not completely deny the content of the Four Books and Five Classics because of his contact with modern science, but he is pursuing the deeper truth with a more active and active attitude.

Even if he was facing a young student he had just met, he would not use any hypocritical reasons to justify himself.

Seeing his candid appearance, Xin Qiji suddenly felt that some of his concerns seemed...not important.

He led the friend surnamed Zhu into the open herbarium and explained to him the purpose of the place.

The entire herbarium displays not only stuffed specimens of various animals, but also three-dimensional anatomical specimens of fish, rabbits, mice and some human organs.

When Zhu Xi saw the direction of blood vessels and muscle texture of the crucian carp and the rabbit, he was stunned for a long time: "These—these are?"

"It's true," Xin Qiji laughed, "This way we can understand how they live and why they die."

He probably had a teasing mentality, and took Zhu Xi to see another human skeleton and the anatomical samples of human hands next to it.

Zhu Xi saw at a glance that this was a mysterious thing made by human hands. Although he was so frightened that his back was shivering, he couldn't help but leaned over to look at the positions of the tendons and bones, and then raised his head suddenly and said, "They do these things. , for what?"

Xin Qiji smiled helplessly, "It's to save people."

"In order to save people, why take people apart alive?"

"I heard it's the bones of a dead person," Xin Qiji said uncertainly, "When we were in biology class, we had to kill rabbits and hamsters and do various experiments in order to understand different things such as blood and nerves."

Zhu Xi was stunned for a long time, then murmured, "I didn't expect to kill rabbits when I go to school."

"It's not the kind of killing with a knife, it's an injection of air," Xin Qiji laughed: "You will know after school starts."

When he saw Mr. Zhu, he felt a strange sense of intimacy.

This is probably what I came into contact with... The first person who grew up influenced by classical literature, but finally chose modern science like himself.

When I was sharing these new things about Linguo with him, I also felt like I had finally found my kind.

The old and conservative Song people belong to one category, and the cutting-edge and open Lin people belong to one category.

And how many people are in the third category wandering among them?

"Speaking of which, I've always been curious about one thing," Zhu Xi said with great interest as he strolled around the herbarium with him, observing the crow's glass eyes, "How do people in Linguo cure their illness?"

According to Zhu Xi's observation, people in Linguo were very particular about food, clothing, housing and transportation. Although he wanted to blend in, he couldn't get in.

This typical Linguo people don't eat extravagantly and wastefully, and take as much as they eat in the restaurant.

Basically, you don't need to wear loose and flowing robes. In winter, you wear thin and tight clothes. I heard from Kong Zhiyao that they are called down jackets, and they are very warm.

As for travel, they all take shuttle buses and horseless carts. Donkeys, mules, cows and horses are all restricted on the streets, and horse-drawn carts are not allowed to pass in the government area at all.

When it came to treating diseases, Xin Qiji also had a childlike smile on his face. He moved closer and said mysteriously, "Last time I had a cold and a fever, and I was taken to the hospital for treatment."

When Zhu Xi heard that he was about to break the news, his ears perked up: "And then!"

"Then they tied up my wrist," Xin Qiji rolled up one sleeve, and said vividly, "Prick the blood vessel on the back of the hand for infusion!"

After two days of fluid infusion, the disease was completely cured, and I didn't even need to fry those grass-leaf mountain fruits to take the medicine. It's really amazing!

You'an was originally a teenager at heart, and wanted to tell people about many strange things, but he has never had a suitable friend—friends in Linguo are obviously not surprised by these things, and they will show clumsiness if they talk too much.

Although I have just met this Mr. Zhu now, it seems that I have endless things to say!

"Their needles can actually pierce holes?" Zhu Xi took a deep breath and said, "It's so amazing!"

Zhu Xi himself also studied mathematics, physics and chemistry, and knew that they injected the liquid medicine directly into the blood vessels so that people could absorb it faster.

But to achieve this, the craft of making the needle must be quite exquisite—how amazing that the long needle can be made into a hollow structure!

They simply found a place to sit together and began to chat about each other's experiences.

Although Zhu Xi is much older than him, but now he has been influenced by Kong Zhiyao too much, the old things on his body fade away quickly, and his words and deeds are all new-style Yangzhou people.

He talked about how he came to Yangzhou for Tianlong, how he failed in the internship screening, and how he went to self-study and work night shifts.

Listening to the stories he told, Xin Qiji felt a lot of emotion in his heart—after all, comparing the different trajectories of the two people, there are indeed too many similarities and differences.

It turned out that he had been treated so favorably by fate.

"To tell you the truth," Zhu Xi said in a low voice, "I was admitted to Jiangyin to learn these things thoroughly, and then, like my friends, I took the CAT to enter the Senate and become a person like them!"

Xin Qiji blinked and patted his shoulder hard.

Coincidentally, so am I.