Song Beiyun

"You're going too far."

"You insist that I reject you ruthlessly, don't you? I'm really ignorant, I haven't gained enough favorability." Miao Yan said with a smile: "Just wait."

With a long sigh, Song Beiyun alone has nothing to do with this guy, he won't do what he does...

"By the way, some of my sisters said that these days, that Wang Wenyuan spends his days in several big parties, drinking flower wine and taking small drugs, and he is almost useless."

"Who is Wang Wenyuan?"

"Your left lady's fiancé!"

"Oh..." Song Beiyun slapped his head: "I always called him Young Master Wang, but I really didn't know his character was Wenyuan. How should I put it, in fact, he didn't do anything bad, it was all because of my personal preferences that ruined his life. "

"What is this?" Miao Yan didn't take it seriously: "Good people don't live long in this world, or do you really plan to watch your Xiao Zuo marry him and give birth to a precious child?"

Of course Song Beiyun didn't answer, this question didn't need an answer at all, how could he be so open-minded for such a selfish person, even though he didn't bother to do things like destroying if he didn't get it, since it was his, he wouldn't even want to touch it.

Song Beiyun, who was on the fifth day of retreat, was finally drunk. At the same time, Miss Ji Wang Miaoyan was also drunk. Everything is spinning, other people have thoughts of murdering their own mother when they touch it, and they are also sexually chaotic...

So when he woke up from the cold, he just felt that half of his body was as cold as a dead person, and the quilt was all wrapped around Miaoyan's body.

"You still grab the quilt..." Song Beiyun pulled the corner of the quilt to wrap himself in it, and then fell asleep until dawn.

The next day he slept until noon, and Miao Yan was still asleep when he opened his eyes. It may be because the temperature dropped last night, it was extraordinarily cold outside, and the breath of late autumn suddenly came out.

"morning……"

Song Beiyun's movement woke Miao Yan up, she squinted her eyes and looked at Song Beiyun: "A man's quilt is really over 30 degrees, you don't know how I spent winters in previous years, don't move... I will Lie down for a while."

"No, no, I have something else to do." Song Beiyun got up and said, "Let go of your hands."

Miao Yan just ignored him, just grabbed his clothes tightly to prevent him from running out, and put his other hand under the bed until it covered his shoulders: "It's so cold outside...don't move, I'll do something you don't want to leave."

After dawdling until someone knocked on the door outside, Song Beiyun reluctantly crawled out of bed, put on his coat, and went out while arranging his hair.

After opening the door, he found Xiaoyu and Yan Shu standing at the door. He glanced at the two in surprise: "How did you meet?"

"I met him at the door." Yan Shu waved his fan, and suddenly came up to Song Beiyun and sniffed, "Scent of a woman."

After speaking, he was about to rush in, but was grabbed by Song Beiyun: "Are you crazy? Didn't you hit you these days, did you feel itchy?"

"The fragrance of a woman I've never smelled before, you're calling out for food!"

"What a mess." Song Beiyun glanced sideways at Xiaoyu: "Xiaoyu is going to buy some food and drink, does he still have money?"

"Yes." Xiaoyu nodded, "I'll make arrangements now."

Yan Shu looked at Song Beiyun with a look of disgust: "I'm such a flirt, I'm really the best in the world. By the way, where have you been these past few days? I've come here a few times, but I've been in vain."

"Don't mention it." Song Beiyun pointed to the living room: "Go in and sit first, haven't you eaten yet?"

"Come to you, when did I come here full of food?"

Chapter 201: On October 10th, the Sunny Fragrance Burns Far Away, and the Same Birthday Celebration is Unlimited

Small hot pots and side stoves are the best pastimes of this season. The weather has been abnormal for the past few years. The snowstorm in October last year resulted in no crops. This year is also a bit cold, but there is no snow, but fortunately The autumn harvest has almost come to an end, and the expected drought has not happened.

Generally speaking, compared with the past few years, this year's situation is indeed better, but the cold is really uncomfortable, and it is obviously not yet November, which can already see the breath in the mouth.

"Last year it snowed heavily, but this year it was so cold. I heard from Mr. You Xue from the north that there were sporadic snowfalls on the grassland last month." Yan Shu rubbed his hands, put a piece of tofu in the bowl, and said softly, "Look. The tribes in the grassland are going to make big moves this year."

Song Beiyun nodded and said, "If winter comes too early, people on the grassland will starve to death. They will definitely cross the border to plunder in order not to starve, and they may even eat people."

Yan Shu let out a long sigh: "I feel sorry for the people at the border. They were once the people of the Great Song Dynasty."

Song Beiyun didn't speak, but frowned and looked at the wonderful words next to him: "Do you think the Mongol Empire will be established in advance?"

Miao Yan thought for a while, then nodded heavily: "Yes!"

If these two consecutive years of disasters allow the various tribes on the grassland to integrate in advance, then there will be a terrible cavalry force in the future. Under normal circumstances, the Liao Kingdom must only be able to attack in three low-end waves at most, and the fourth wave will inevitably lead to the Jin people's defense. Retreat, and then Mongolia's tentacles go deep into the Central Plains, which will gradually form a new balance, that is, Mongolia, Jin and Liao that were born in advance.

These three countries will definitely mess up each other, and if Song Dynasty speeds up the construction of armaments and manpower at this time, it may really be a godsend opportunity.

"What are you talking about?"

Facing Yan Shu's question, Song Beiyun put down the bowl and chopsticks, took a map from the room and spread it on the desk beside him.

"The Kingdom of Jin drove the Kingdom of Liao to the Central Plains and beat the Song Dynasty. After the Song Dynasty ceded the land and paid compensation, the Kingdom of Liao regained its glory and confronted the Kingdom of Jin back and forth. But last year, the snowstorm caused the grassland people to go south." Song Beiyun at the boundary of Shanxi Circled it: "No, it was the grassland people who came down first. The Song Dynasty was attacked by two sides and had to cede land and pay compensation. After that, the grassland took Datong Pass, the entire Central Plains and Shandong were under the control of the Liao Kingdom, and the Jin Kingdom occupied the east. Three provinces. Is this the state?"

Miaoyan stepped forward and looked around, then nodded slightly: "The Liao Kingdom is like a barrier between the Song Dynasty, the grasslands, and the Jin Kingdom. Regardless of the Jin Kingdom or the future Mongol Empire, if you want to invade the Song Dynasty, you must Step over Liao's corpse."

"Unless the Liao Kingdom plays a showy operation of close-range attack and long-distance communication, allowing Jin and Mongolia to come down through their land, the Song Dynasty may be in crisis." Song Beiyun sat there and thought for a moment: "Daliao can't fall! Daliao If it falls, Da Song will be cold."

"Haha, it's really a relationship between lips and teeth." Yan Shu also stepped forward to wait and see: "If you were Emperor Song, what would you do?"

This sentence was quite rebellious, Xiao Yu frowned when he heard it, but after thinking about it, he continued to eat.

"First declare Mongolia and the Kingdom of Jin, and use all the power of the country to help the Liao Kingdom." Song Beiyun patted one hand directly on the map: "The Liao Kingdom took out minerals, and we produced equipment to feed him back. This method can continue the life of the Great Song Dynasty. ten years."

"Why Xuanmeng?" Miaoyan squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then clapped his hands: "I understand, it's the old-fashioned combination of vertical and horizontal, close friends and long distance attacks. But you don't send troops, and push the Liao Kingdom up to stand on top of it." Up front, let the three countries form a check and balance, then Da Song actually has the opportunity to become the one that breaks the balance."

"In international politics, those who want to live in the east and the west will definitely end badly." Song Beiyun tapped on the map: "Is Liao an enemy? Of course it is, but what did Palmerston say?"

"There are no permanent friends, only permanent interests." Qiao Yan nodded: "Give Liao the way to maximize the benefits, and he will never be able to take risks and do some unreliable things."

When Yan Shu was listening, his mind was not idle. His core processor was running at high speed. Although he didn't understand a lot of words, he was such a smart person. He probably understood the meaning after a while. .

When he looked at the map again, he also had his own thoughts, so he coughed lightly: "If Da Song can be extended for another ten years, it may be that there will be a huge change. It's just that this method will not make those civil servants look down .”

"What disdain, [-]% of the profits created here fall into their pockets, you see they are disdainful." Song Beiyun touched his chin and said: "Da Song has the most advanced iron smelting technology and the most craftsmen and craftsmen. The highest literacy rate in Asia is an advantage. Importing resources and exporting finished products, using technology to earn the price difference, not only hoards resources but also catalyzes industries, and can also create a shield for yourself. Why not do it?"

"But sooner or later, the Liao Kingdom..." Yan Shu's expression was solemn: "What if the Liao Kingdom, with its strong soldiers and horses, turned against each other?"

Song Beiyun sat straddling the chair, paused for a long time before slowly opening his mouth: "Bet on the luck of the country."

It's a good sentence to bet on the fate of the country. He didn't say what kind of fate he was betting on, but just these three sentences are enough to make people excited. Da Song has no way out, and there is a vast sea in the future, but if it continues like this, Da Song It will take 20 years at most, and after 20 years, the national power will be exhausted internally, but if this happens, it may not be really the best way.

"Okay, let's eat first. You should discuss this matter with your superiors." Miao Yan said with a smile: "Isn't the current crisis the Empress Dowager's birthday? Song Beiyun, have you prepared anything yet? But there are still two God."

"Of course I'm ready." Song Beiyun circled his fingers twice: "But it's a secret now."

But Yan Shu heard this, and said thoughtfully: "What do you want to prepare for the Empress Dowager's birthday, you are not a high-ranking official... Sorry, son-in-law, forgive me for my clumsiness."

"Go, go, go." Song Beiyun chased away the flies: "What did Prime Minister Zhao ask you to do last time?"

"I don't quite understand either. They just called me over and asked me all sorts of things. It was so annoying. We chatted about poetry and songs for a long time. I guess it was to win me over as a student. I don't care. I like it." It's his daughter and it's not him, I can do with his idea."

When others say this, they must be bragging, but when Yan Shu says this, it is absolutely fine.He himself is a talent for ruling the world, and his ability to know people and use them well is first-class. Any one of his students will shock the past and the present, including himself.

But since he has his eye on his daughter and still treats his father-in-law with this attitude, isn't it a bit unreasonable?

"correct."

Back at the dinner table, several people continued to eat. Yan Shu seemed to have a soft spot for tofu and mutton. The bowl was full of these two things. He raised his head when he heard Song Beiyun's call: "Ah?"

Song Beiyun poured himself a glass of rice wine: "I think you should be a Beijing official like me. Normally, you will not be sent abroad. What are your plans?"

"I can do anything." Yan Shu said nonchalantly: "Isn't it just to be an official? It's like a child's play, but according to Zhao Xiang, he said that after Chunwei, I will be settled in Taichang Temple as the chief bookkeeper. It's just that you want to go where?"

"Ministry of Industry." Song Beiyun blurted out, "I just want to go to the Ministry of Industry, not anywhere."

"Ministry of Industry? Are you going to build toilets for people?"

"Little fish, beat him up first."

"Don't, don't, don't." Yan Shu waved his hands again and again: "Just talk, why are you going to the Ministry of Industry? From my point of view, it's okay for people like you to go directly to the Minister of Finance, but you will die quickly Some, and nothing else."

Song Beiyun smiled and wiped his chopsticks on a clean rag a few times, while Yan Shu hid aside with the bowl in his hand: "The Ministry of Officials, the Ministry of Households, and the Ministry of War are not better than the Ministry of Industry. Nine Temples are also fine. Why do you want to go to work?" department."

"I'm happy, just leave it to you."

"That's all, telling you these things is no different than playing the piano with a cow." Yan Shu sighed, "You good seedling, I'm going to build a toilet with others."

Of course, the Ministry of Industry does not build latrines. It is roughly equivalent to the collective name of a series of functional units such as the Ministry of Housing and Urban-Rural Development, the Ministry of Industry and Information Technology, the Ministry of Communications, the Ministry of Water Resources, the Ministry of Forestry, and the Development and Reform Commission.

The reason why Yan Shu would make such a joke is that in the final analysis, scholars in this era look down on workers. Among scholars, farmers, businessmen, and businessmen, they rank second to last. Most people are unwilling to deal with craftsmen because they are low-grade.

This is why China, which has a super-long standby period, has never had a few scientific masters who can change the world.Many things were born in China earlier than Western society, even hundreds of years earlier, but they always stagnate or disappear inexplicably.

In the final analysis, isn't it because of the interruption of the inheritance, and why the inheritance is interrupted? To put it bluntly, it means not paying attention to it.

Song Beiyun had already discussed with Miaoyan that he would go to the Ministry of Industry. What was the reason?Isn't it the Song Beiyun Science Award that he has been thinking about so much?

If you want to improve the society's recognition of industry and science, you can buy horse bones with a lot of money, otherwise?What else.

So the Ministry of Industry is Song Beiyun's best choice, and if he goes to the Ministry of Industry, his research and development plan can be implemented in a legitimate way. As long as he gets the approval, he will be reasonable and legal, and no one will bother with his regular explosives manufacturer. up.

No one cared what such an idle man was doing until his products were first used in war.

And when his things went to war...

Who dares to care?

Chapter 202: On October 10th, the people of Qing Palace competed to sing "Flowers in the Backyard"

Ten days have passed since the matter of the Imperial City Secretary, and many things have happened in these ten days, but the limelight finally calmed down with King Fu's departure.

Although everyone knows who did it until now, because the method of strangling important witnesses looks familiar, and the weaving process of that belt only belongs to Ouchi weaving.

Ouchi Weaving, you can go to the Weaving Bureau to check this kind of thing and everything will be clear, but can you check it?The Empress Dowager's Imperial City Department was handled by the Emperor's Department of Command. Whoever stabs the other in this kind of thing is a fucking fool because he has a brain hole and is not worthy of being an official.

Even the foreign relatives group suppressed this matter very restrainedly, because no matter whether the emperor has real power or not, he is still the emperor, and if the emperor is really pushed to the end of the civil official group, the last unlucky person is It goes without saying.

We are all smart people, so naturally we wouldn't do stupid things, so in the early morning of the day before the queen mother's birthday, the evidence room of Dali Temple was burned for unknown reasons, and everything was destroyed.

It was a rare occasion for those officials in the court to reach a unified caliber, but they all regretted that at this juncture when the truth was about to come to light, the abominable thief actually destroyed all the evidence, and they all patted their chests and promised that this matter would be investigated to the end.

But even Zhao Xing understood in his heart that if he thought about it, he would not pursue this matter any further. Maybe they found something or they didn't find anything, but it was not important anymore.

Therefore, in order to comfort these officials for their hard work in the past few days, Zhao Xing specially allocated [-] guan of real money from the inner treasury to reward a group of "heart-wrenching" courtiers.

Everyone shouted long live, and the atmosphere in the court was extremely harmonious.

The only one who didn't understand the truth was the empress dowager. After she retired from court, she summoned her people and said the most vicious words in the softest tone. Anyway, the murderer must be brought to justice no matter what. The person who burned the Dali Temple is still the person who burned the Dali Temple. Anyway, he would rather kill the wrong than let him go.

Those officials kept saying that the case would be solved, but after leaving the palace, they all went to drink and have fun.

The new Imperial City Envoy took office, and the Imperial City Office began to be repaired under the supervision of the Ministry of Industry. Duke Ding came forward to appease the matter of the Imperial Army.

As for the empress dowager's anger, let her go, women are like this, it's fine to lose your temper, after a few days she won't even think of it.

And after this incident, Zhao Xing really had a new understanding of Song Beiyun's ability. He had sent a message through Xiaoyu before, and wanted to ask him what to do now, but his answer was concise and succinct, just wait.In ten days at the most, this day’s big event will become a fart matter. It’s just the death of an imperial envoy, and it’s just a few houses burned down. The other party's face was torn apart by the matter, and it was even more impossible to please the Queen Mother and shake off the Si Mingsi for a worthless imperial envoy.

Zhao Xing asked why later, and Song Beiyun replied like this: "It is only natural to do so many things for the Queen Mother, but it is a surprise to do some things for the officials. The honorable king of the former Blessed King At that time, there was a fierce enemy, the civil servant group, who wanted to eat people. It is absolutely stupid to shake out the officials. The enemy of the enemy is an ally. If you really want to do this, it will be the same If you want to push the official family into the civil official group, isn't that a dead end?"

These two passages can be said to make Zhao Xingmao suddenly enlightened. No wonder he said that he has lived a lot more comfortably these days. It turns out that his relatives and civil servants did not want to offend him and tried to win him over in this matter. Naturally, there will be no embarrassment in many places. Own.

This incident not only let Zhao Xing know Song Beiyun's outstanding ability, but also made him understand his position in the court. It turns out that he is the one who can really control the court.

Isn't this the legendary... emperor technique?Maybe it is, but Zhao Xing, who felt that he was important for the first time, was happy after all, so the award was not soft at all.

rich!Just rich!After the autumn harvest in the Jiangxi farm, all the dividend money the day before yesterday had been put into the warehouse. Although part of it was paid for by grain, the income was actually more than 400 million guan.One-third of the investment has been returned, how long has it been?

But now is not the time to think about these things. Tomorrow is the birthday of the emperor's grandmother. The fire baptized his whole body, and he felt relaxed as if he had discharged the stool accumulated for half a year.

After being relieved, he began to think about the birthday of the emperor's grandmother. Although some palace people had already gone to make arrangements, it was unreasonable for him not to pay attention at all.

So he decided to visit the imperial grandmother himself to see what the old man wanted.

I drove to the Empress Dowager's bedroom, and just after passing by, I saw a golden bell with a charcoal stove on an iron barbeque on the corridor outside the palace.

Zhao Xing gave his younger sister a strange look, shook his head and walked into the bedroom.

"Brother Emperor!"

Jin Ling'er shouted outside, Zhao Xing slowly backed away, and stood on the porch looking at this evil cousin.

"What are you making trouble about again? You dare to mess around in the imperial grandmother's bedroom. How dare you call me back when I saw you and didn't mention you?" Zhao Xing said solemnly with his hands behind his back: "I think you are a child Spoiled and out of control."

"Stop beeping." Jin Ling'er pointed to the pork belly on the iron sheet: "Come here, try it."

As the emperor, Zhao Xing has never eaten any food of unknown origin since the day he ascended the throne. Even if he wanted to eat it, he would be stopped by the old eunuch Wang. After all, the king of a country cannot tolerate mistakes.

But today, when he saw his neurotic younger sister invite him to eat this kind of weird food, he was actually a little moved. After all, the sizzling and oily meat slices are really tempting.

"Dog's secret seasoning." Jin Ling'er put the meat slices on the plate with chopsticks, and then took out the freshly cut pork from the plate next to it and put it on the iron plate. The sizzling sound came again enthusiastically, followed by Intense meaty aroma.

Zhao Xing swallowed his saliva, he hadn't even eaten cicada monkeys since he became emperor, this stove and iron sheet made him miss the old days quite a bit.

Looking around and finding no one around, Zhao Xing quickly walked over, picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth, and then a spicy and fresh aroma came out, and after a few mouthfuls, he was even tongue-tied. It produces fluid and the fragrance of meat is overflowing.

"It's really delicious..."

Zhao Xing carefully rolled up the dragon robe, squatted beside Jin Ling'er, and ate with chopsticks again: "This food is delicious."