After hearing Song Jin Jian's request.
Zhao Wenjing narrowed his eyes and turned to look out the window, his expression shifting slightly.
Song Jin Jian was in no hurry.
Leaning against the inside of the carriage, he calmly studied the passersby outside and murmured, "Though the Central Plains are bustling and prosperous, they are nowhere near as quiet and comfortable as Shuzhou."
"But the people are somewhat more knowledgeable than those in Shuzhou."
Most of the people coming and going wore plain hemp clothing and spoke the local Shuzhou dialect.
They exuded a rustic air.
Especially those strangely dressed Mountain Tribe people, who were clearly very different from the people of the Central Plains.
Even the occasional wealthy young men passing by in fine clothes and brocade were mostly empty showpieces without any refinement.
In the eyes of someone like Song Jin Jian, who spent his years in the Cui Family, they naturally could not grace the stage.
As Zhao Wenjing pondered those earlier words, he casually agreed, "Barren mountains and treacherous waters breed unruly people."
"The people of Shuzhou are overbearing."
Those two brief sentences plainly expressed his opinion of this place.
Song Jin Jian remained noncommittal. "However overbearing they are, can they compare to the people of the Poshushuo Kingdom and the Barbarians?"
"Foreign peoples should only be called 'uncivilized savages.'"
"Influenced by the Buddhist Kingdom, the Poshushuo Kingdom worships Buddha and chants sutras. On the surface, its people seem pure of heart and free of worldly desires, but in their bones, they remain 'ruthless and cunning.'"
Zhao Wenjing pointed at a man from the Poshushuo Kingdom beside the road. "They know neither propriety nor law and commit banditry. Sooner or later, they will rebel."
Song Jin Jian followed his finger with his gaze and nodded. "Things in