Han Mo's innate strength was naturally incomparable to ordinary people, especially since his current opponent was a Prince of the Zhao family.
The stamina was not just a little bit inferior. After only half an hour, His Highness Prince Xin had already started to pant.
"Brother Han, your physique is probably inferior to the elites in the Upper Four Armies!"
Zhao Zhen was truly a little convinced.
His arms were already numb and unresponsive, yet this fellow remained unhurried.
The gap between people was truly too vast. Was this really a scholar?
"Hahahaha, Your Highness, have you conceded?"
Han Mo burst into laughter. Although he was also drenched in sweat, his condition was far better.
"This humble prince admits defeat!"
Zhao Zhen smiled and shook his head, admitting defeat very readily.
"Your Highness, this firewood is enough for us for more than 10 days..."
The guards beside them were also dumbfounded. They had never seen such a situation.
The prince of the Great Song Dynasty and the most popular talented scholar in Bianliang City actually spent the entire afternoon splitting firewood in the wilderness.
Not only had they never seen such a thing, but no one would believe it even if it were told.
In the current court of the Great Song Dynasty, which scholar would enjoy wielding an axe?
Yet, such an absurd thing had not only happened but was happening right before their eyes.
"Your Highness, your physique is strong, but Han..."
Zong Ying had originally intended to say that his physique was strong, but Mr. Han was a scholar. However, halfway through his sentence, he suddenly remembered.
Could Han Mo's current state still be called a talented scholar?
What were talented scholars like nowadays? They were all effeminate, reciting poetry and making merry all day, wishing they could drown themselves in a sea of women.
Normally, they were either taking medicine or drinking. How could they be like Han Mo? This truly left him speechless.
"I have made you laugh, Brother Shouzheng! Han Mo was simply inspired by the sight and hopes Brother Shouzheng will not mind!"
Seeing his awkward expression, Han Mo understood that his previous demeanor might have been unacceptable to Zong Ying, a proper scholar.
"No, no, Brother Han possesses the lingering spirit of the sages, which shames us."
Zong Ying was, after all, an honest man. Even if he disapproved slightly, he still spoke politely at this moment.
"Your Highness has just worked up a sweat. You should change your clothes first!"
Seeing the clothes prepared by the servants, Han Mo smiled and said to Zhao Zhen.
"I have asked people to prepare a set for Brother Han as well. If Brother Han does not mind, why don't we change together?"
Zong Ying quickly said.
"Then I thank you, Brother Zong!"
It was just a change of clothes, and Han Mo did not stand on ceremony.
Under the guidance of the servants, he went to the nearby tent. After a simple wash, he changed into the clothes prepared by the mansion's servants.
Regardless of anything else, with this brief interaction, the relationship between Han Mo and Zhao Zhen began to rapidly close.
"The number of refugees will only increase, and Your Highness cannot sustain it alone for long."
After changing clothes, chairs were immediately brought over, and the two simply sat in the open field.
Taking the hot tea prepared by the servants and taking a sip, Han Mo looked at the bustling crowd and spoke again.
"I hadn't thought that far ahead, so I still have some spare money, which should last a few more days. If it's not enough, I still have some valuable items in my mansion!"
Zhao Zhen said this without even furrowing his brow.
Seeing his determined gaze as he spoke, Han Mo finally made up his mind.
Among Zhao Ji's sons, Crown Prince Zhao Huan, although his character was not bad, his political awareness was too poor.
When faced with major events, he only knew how to cry, lacking any decisiveness. Moreover, he was too easily swayed and lacked judgment on any matter.
Such a person might be acceptable as a friend, but if he were to sit on the emperor's throne, it would truly be a disaster for the nation.
Especially in the imminent chaotic times, although the fall of the Northern Song Dynasty bore great responsibility on Emperor Huizong and the Six Thieves,
Zhao Huan himself was not blameless. His flaws were too obvious. If it were a prosperous age, he might have been a figure like Emperor Renzong.
However, Han Mo would never choose him now.
As for Prince Yun, Zhao Kai, his temperament was impetuous, and he was a typical example of grand ambition but limited talent. On the surface, he did possess some literary talent and was indeed adept at vying for power and profit.
But when it came to being an emperor, although this fellow did not ascend the throne, even if he had sat in that position, he would absolutely not have been a wise ruler.
As for Ninth Sister, it was even more unnecessary to mention. Destroying his own formidable force and being content with a corner.
As an emperor, he indulged in pleasure, holding a winning hand but ultimately losing it all disastrously.
On the contrary, this Zhao Zhen, regardless of anything else, Han Mo was willing to believe in him solely based on his enthusiasm.
If this fellow were to sit on the emperor's throne, he would at least be like Emperor Shenzong of Song.
The world was about to undergo an unprecedented great change. Whether one could win the battle was one thing, but whether one dared to fight was another.
As for rebelling and becoming emperor himself, Han Mo had never even considered it.
Based on Zhao Kuangyin's saying that the ruler and the literati govern the world together, essentially all the scholars in the world were loyal to Zhao.
Whether it was Fang La or Song Jiang, they all eventually met with destruction.
What's more, in the great era that was about to arrive, there would truly be famous generals and ruthless figures everywhere!
The older generation included Zhong Shidao, Zhe Kecun, Zong Ze, Yao Pingzhong, and the new generation included Yue Fei, Han Shizhong, Wang Lin, Wang Yan, Zhang Jun, Liu Qi, and so on!
To rebel at this time was simply courting death.
Did you not see how Zhang Bangchang, that old fellow, who was placed on the emperor's throne by the Jin people, did not dare to stay long?
After being emperor for only thirty-two days, the moment the Jin people left, he honestly returned the throne to Ninth Sister Zhao Gou.
Looking at the widespread refugees, and then thinking of the true Jingkang Shame in history, the passion from Han Mo's previous life was truly ignited...
"For these irrelevant commoners, Your Highness is willing to sell off valuable items from your mansion? Aren't you afraid that the Emperor will blame you if he finds out?"