Song Beiyun

Hearing his accusation of cuckoo crying blood, Hong Yushi turned his head to look at Song Beiyun: "Master Song, is there such a thing?"

"It's true...it's true that someone kept spreading the news, but the lower officials have never seen it." Song Beiyun scratched his head and said with a dazed expression: "Furthermore, how can the lower officials handle the case with one-sided words? What he said was what he said, and the officials had long since chopped off their heads and hung them on flagpoles to dry up."

Both sides hold their own opinions, although they can be checked, but as Song Beiyun said, how can one side's opinions be relied on to investigate a case and decide a case? That is too imprecise.

"How about this, my lords."

During the stalemate, Song Beiyun suddenly said: "Let him tell a place that can explain his identity, and then we will go to verify it together. If it is true, he will be released on the spot. If it is false, I will cut off his dog's head on the spot." come down."

Although his words are vulgar, this is no different from the best way, let this Bai Nian'an say something that is both secret and can prove his identity, and then the third...fourth division will verify it together.

Of course, this secret must not be something like the widow of the host family having a mole on her buttocks, or the ashes of Mr. Huang secretly picking up the ashes of the Xi family, but something that can prove his identity from another aspect.

"I remembered!" Bai Nian'an straightened up: "The previous imperial envoy once had a set of ledgers, which were buried deep in the firewood room of his home. On it were the accounts of his transactions with the Bailian cult. I learned that there are also a few IOUs from me on the top, which are the funds that the person approved for me before I went to the White Lotus Cult."

Hearing that there was such a thing, everyone present stretched their necks, but Song Beiyun smiled with disdain on his face: "If you think about it, if there is no one in the firewood room, your head will not be saved." , not only your head, but plotting against and killing the nine clans."

"Master Song, if there is no accident, those ledgers will be buried in it."

Song Beiyun sneered, turned his head and cupped his hands to the senior officials and said, "My lords, what do you think?"

"Then go."

Hong Yushi made the decision, and Song Beiyun immediately rushed to the home of the previous imperial envoy together with several Yushi, Dali Temple officials and several officials from the Ministry of Punishment.

Because of the violent deaths of people and animals, this house is now a deserted house, and the residents before and after have moved out one after another. Because after the house was destroyed in this place, the surrounding residents always died suddenly for no reason. Then seven or eight people died, and the reason could not be found out, so some people said that this place was haunted by ghosts, and it was an ominous place.

Leading people into the sealed courtyard, Song Beiyun asked the people from Huangcheng Division to enter the firewood room and began to dig, while he and other supervisors stood at the door and waited quietly.

As the big pit was gradually being dug out, suddenly the shovel hit something hard and made a muffled sound. Song Beiyun immediately raised his hand for someone to handle it carefully.

Sure enough, he quickly took out a locked box from inside. There was a lock on the box and it was already rusty.

"Be careful, Lao Tzu, carry it into the car!"

The box was carried into the Dali Temple. After knocking off the lock in front of Bai Nian'an, there were stacks of papers inside. Some of these papers were moldy and some were bitten by moths, but most of the contents Still clearly visible.

These things were clearly placed on the desks of several bigwigs. On them were the business dealings between some former Imperial City envoys and the White Lotus Sect, as well as the evidence of secretly sending people to act as concealed disguises. There were a few other people inside besides Bai Nian'an, but those people seemed to have gone missing.

Judging from the paper, it should be several years old, and there is also the seal of the imperial envoy on it, as well as the content signed and stamped by Bai Nian'an.

"Bold as hell!" Cao Shaoqing of Dali Temple trembled with anger after reading these accounts: "Have you been in contact with these thieves since before Nandu? That's not bad."

According to the contents of these accounts, in addition to the regular trading of grain and medicinal materials, there is actually a trading of people, selling some Song people to Jinliao as slaves.

Because these are nameless and nameless, they only record a few people and a few money, so it is almost impossible to test, and here it can be seen that the former Imperial City envoy seems to have some accounts that do not match, that is, he accepted the white lotus sect. Money didn't work for them.

This time, the reason for his bizarre and sudden death seems to have surfaced little by little, and because there are really materials about Bai Nian'an in it, the original name was changed to Bai Nian'an, and his record of fame, everything is fine. Verified, the details are somewhat unbelievable.

But this thing can't be faked, right?So these things are enough to prove that Bai Nian'an is a member of the Imperial City Division, and Song Beiyun is a typical example of the flood that washed over the Dragon King Temple.

However, although there are these materials, they still need to be carefully verified, so it is impossible to release them in court like Song Beiyun said.

Check it out, check it out carefully.After all, apart from the fact that this box is fake, everything else is true, whether it is fame, or the sudden death of the former chief, everything is true, welcome to check.

As for why it can be made so old in a few days, sugar water is smeared on the paper, silver is poured on the lock and sulfur is poured, one spoonful of last week, two spoonfuls of Western Zhou Dynasty.To adjust the color and luster, dye it, soak it in water and pass it through a piece of paper, then put it in the cabinet for three days in the shade, and bake it in a small stove below, and the mold spots will come out.

Those chapters, handprints, etc., can be done with a radish carving, and the chapters must be faked carefully. You can’t use castor oil but vegetable oil. The vegetable oil will smudge, so you can imitate the appearance of several years.

Isn't it just a fraud? Song Beiyun is doing it. If he wants to fake it, no one in this era will be able to see through him.

If there is a flaw in it, it is that if the ash and ink on the bottom of the pot are tested by carbon 14, the age can be clearly distinguished.

But... Carbon 14 detection is not something Song Beiyun should be careful about, let's wait for future archaeologists to toss about it.

Chapter 249: On December 12th, Yin Wine and Bravery Still Open

After the interrogation by the three divisions, the matter of Bai Lian came to an end for the time being, followed by the back and forth between Dali Temple and Yushitai to collect evidence. Naturally, the box of materials must be stored in the Imperial City Division, but Song Beiyun thinks that it should not be used. After all, the next thing is that they investigate the real things, and if they all match, the person will be exonerated.

And Song Beiyun has nothing to do these days. He goes to work and leaves at a fixed time every day. The little white rabbit will occasionally come to him in the afternoon to play, or to ask a few questions. Song Beiyun will probably explain it to her because he is bored. .

These questions are usually the curiosity about the world that always appears in some children's minds, such as why there are clouds in the sky, why there are wind, rain, thunder and lightning, why water flows down, and why there are springs, summers, autumns and winters.

After Song Beiyun gave a brief description, she just took a small notebook to record it, and then obediently found a corner to copy and practice calligraphy with excerpts from Song Beiyun's poems and essays, without making any noise or making trouble.Song Beiyun didn't bother chasing people away, so he took care of the children for the future boss.

But he also asked why Miss Qing always came to play in the Imperial City Division. She said it was interesting, even at home, it was boring, but it was close and safe to the Imperial City Division. The adults at home would not question too much, after all It's better to come to this public place than to go to those weird places, not to mention meeting Sister Rou here.

"Master Song, the trial of the remaining remnants of the White Lotus Sect has been completed, how should we deal with it?"

"Write a note and hand it over to the Ministry of Punishment." Song Beiyun said without raising his head, "We can't let the Ministry of Punishment get nothing, let them deal with it."

"Yes."

Not long after the subordinate left, Song Beiyun looked up and found that the little white rabbit Qing was looking at him with her head on his desk, shaking back and forth, her big eyes flickering but she didn't speak.

"What are you going to do?" Song Beiyun tapped her head with the pen in his hand: "Go and practice calligraphy, don't delay my work."

"Master." Miss Qing said: "You still look pretty like this, but it's too tall for me to reach your waist."

"Obviously you are short." Song Beiyun is now immune to this master's title, and no longer struggles with it, but he still feels a little weird when he hears it: "In the future, you will be taller."

"Master, have you thought about my cousin? She is really beautiful and educated." Miss Qing chattered endlessly: "You are an official, my uncle will definitely agree. You two People of the same age are a perfect match."

"Go, go." Song Beiyun pushed her head: "Don't get in the way here."

"Master..."

"Oops! Let the fart go."

"Oh...can you give me some money?" Miss Qing looked at Song Beiyun pitifully: "My family doesn't give me pocket money, and now I only have three copper coins left in my purse."

"Your family is all officials, so they won't give you money? Who are you lying to?"

"Dad didn't allow it." Miss Qing sighed, "He said I spent too much, but the new clothes are just beautiful."

Song Beiyun took out a hundred-pass letter from Xu Jiayin from his pocket and slapped Zhang Qing on the face: "Take it away, get out."

Zhang Qing took down the seal and only glanced at it, then she exclaimed excitedly: "Wow! Master! There are so many!!! Enough to sell more than 20 new clothes!"

"Go!" Song Beiyun waved his hand, "While I haven't changed my mind."

Zhang Qing picked up the money and ran away, while Song Beiyun stretched out his hand and waved twice, and a warrior came in from outside: "Go, follow her, protect her along the way, but don't let anything happen to her."

"Yes, Master Song."

He spent money to buy a quiet place, but in order to cause this trouble again, he didn't bother to go to work. After saying hello to his subordinates and saying that he was going to investigate the case, he walked out with the briefcase that Qiaoqiao had given him.

Of course he was able to come and go freely, and he was the biggest secretary in the imperial city. Even if Yan Shu had no higher official rank than him, under normal circumstances, they were the kind who didn't interfere with each other in the yamen, and didn't even talk much.

Walking outside with bags under their arms, all the people who saw him in the flying fish suit started to avoid him from a long distance, especially those beggars, no matter whether they were caught in the Imperial City Department or not before, they would always look at him when they saw him again. Like hiding from the plague god, dodge far away.

"Here are three roasted chickens, and I'll cut off the chicken butt." Song Beiyun came to a roasted chicken shop and ordered a meal, but after searching all over his body, he found that he had no money... All his pocket money was given to Zhang Qing, that little boy. bastard.

"Forget it, no more." Song Beiyun waved his hand and said, "I didn't bring any money today."

Hearing this, the owner of the roast chicken shop cried and wrapped the roast chicken in straw and chased it out. Then he knelt down in front of Song Beiyun, crying and begging Song Beiyun to accept the three chickens, saying that he didn't want any money. Pure filial piety.

Song Beiyun frowned: "Did someone bully you? I don't have any money with me, why don't you?"

"My lord, please forgive me, the grassroots dare not accept your money... This chicken is to honor your old man."

Seeing the people around pointing at him from a distance, Song Beiyun sneered, his brows relaxed slightly, and he reached out to take the roast chicken and held it in his hand: "Okay, in the future you will say that you are covered by me, if you If someone bullies you, you tell him to come to Song Beiyun."

The owner of the roast chicken shop turned pale when he heard that it was Song Beiyun. He took a few steps back again and again, yelling that he didn't dare, and the people around him were like birds and beasts when they heard this name.

"Is my reputation already so rotten?" Song Beiyun reflected on himself as he walked on the road with a chicken in his hand. He felt that he hadn't done anything utterly unconscionable. Why...

That's all, if you don't want to think about it, just think that the official-standard thinking of these people is too serious.

What he didn't know was that ever since Lord Song ordered hundreds of human heads to hang on the city wall, his notoriety was no different from the man-eating dragon in the story.

If he was a regional celebrity before, now Song Beiyun's name has spread all over the world through the caravan, and everyone in the world knows that there is a bloody man who killed Song Beiyun in Jinling.

The folklore is even more outrageous, saying that Song Beiyun is more than three feet tall, has a green face and fangs, feeds on human flesh, drinks human blood, uses human heads as bottles, sleeps on human skin at night, and eats brains in the morning.The nightmare of children in the whole city, as long as you meet a disobedient child and say to him, "If you don't go home again, Song Beiyun will come and eat you", that child will promise to go home immediately, and will also wet the bed at night.

And that flying fish suit is quite terrifying in the eyes of the common people, even if they can't tell which is which, but as long as it is worn like this, it is the most terrifying existence.

Just as Song Beiyun was walking back, a sedan chair passed by, but just after passing by, Song Beiyun frowned immediately, because the smell of opium came from the sedan chair.

"Stop." Song Beiyun reached out his hand to stop the porter, and drew out his waist knife: "Get off the sedan chair!"

At this time, a lazy voice came out from the sedan chair: "Who is so bold, dare to stop me?"

"Imperial City Secretary." Song Beiyun showed his waist badge: "Get off the sedan chair! The second time!"

Hearing the name of Huang Chengsi, the porters did not dare to go any further, they got off the sedan chair obediently, and when the curtain of the sedan chair opened, it was the young master of the Wang family.How long has it been since we saw you?This young master of the Wang family is almost beyond recognition. Even Song Beiyun almost didn't recognize him. If it wasn't for the obvious birthmark on his hairline, he really wouldn't be able to recognize him.

"Prince Wang?" Song Beiyun withdrew his knife, "Why did you become like this?"

"Ha, who am I, Brother Beiyun?" The young master of the Wang family sat limply in the sedan chair, covered with a bearskin mattress, and held a pipe in his hand, with some tobacco leaves hanging from the bottom of the pipe. Something, but Song Beiyun was very familiar with the smell, it was opium.

Poppy has been introduced to the Central Plains since the Tang Dynasty, and has been planted in many places, but most of them are used as medicine to relieve pain and drive away dysentery, but now this obviously tanned poppy product makes Song Beiyun's pupils dilate a few circles .

"Brother Beiyun, Brother Yu will get married in a few days, remember to come."

Prince Wang said vaguely, his face twitched a few times from time to time, his cheeks were completely sunken, his cheekbones were raised high, his eye sockets were also sunken, his eyes were yellow and dull, and when he laughed, his face was pale. Wrinkles are like those of a 50-[-]-year-old person, and the originally warm hands have now become like chicken feet, with yellowish and black tips.

"Brother Wang, who gave you this thing?"

"Oh? You said this is Bliss San?" The young master of the Wang family laughed like a drunk, "This is something that all the families in Jinling City love to eat. It's ecstasy. Ask who gave it to me. That's not true, this is a good item bought with money, if you are interested, you can come to Huangjiazhuang in the north of the city to find me. Come, come, pick up the sedan chair."

Song Beiyun stood still for a long time, squinted his eyes, then turned around, changed direction, and went straight to Duke Dingguo's mansion.

The guard at the door saw Song Beiyun and wanted to intercept him, but when he saw his face, he immediately turned his head and pretended nothing happened. Song Beiyun didn't even notify him when he entered the door.

After entering, he went straight to the back house with ease, and found Zuo Rou squatting in the yard with a stick to dig out the winter beetle larvae from the dead tree hole at home. There are some, and I think they are going to be fried.

After seeing Song Beiyun breaking in, she threw away the stick and rushed over with a huff, snatching the roast chicken from his hand: "Wow! Liu Qi's roast chicken! I knew you knew I loved it."

"Where is Zuo Fang?"

Song Beiyun's face was ashen: "What about others?"

Zuo Rou blinked her eyes: "He's in the room."

"take me."

Zuo Rou didn't know why, but she brought Song Beiyun to the door of Zuo Fang's room, pushed the room away and found that Zuo Fang was dozing off sitting on a chair, Song Beiyun went straight up and grabbed his hand, put it in front of his nose and sniffed, then sniffed again his sleeve.

"Brother-in-law...it can't be." Zuo Fang blushed and withdrew her hand: "It's over."

"You're blushing." Song Beiyun put the saber on the table: "Have you ever smoked that bliss powder?"

"Ji Le San? Speaking of this, I really plan to try it tonight." Zuo Fang said with a smile: "Many people on the Tao are keen on that thing, saying that it is a lot of fun."

Song Beiyun's face became more and more ugly: "Who sold it to you?"

Chapter 250, December 12 Sunny Day

"This thing looks very rough, it can be regarded as the prototype of a pipe."

Miao Yan was playing with something that looked like a pipe: "Let's use the customer behavior model to analyze it."

Song Beiyun crossed her arms and watched Miaoyan take out the paper and pen. She smiled and looked up at Song Beiyun: "Guess who is the leader this time?"

"who is it?"

"It's you."

Song Beiyun was stunned: "Why is it me?"

"Don't worry." Miao Yan drew a familiar tree diagram on the paper: "Let's invert the consumer model. First, we now know the needs of the consumer group, then according to the core concept of the market economy, It is supply on demand. The products that these consumers used before are some low-level products with relatively weak dependence, and these products are all addictive substances.”

"Well...you continue to talk." Song Beiyun leaned against the wall: "Although I probably thought of it, I still want to hear what you said about why you were able to upgrade to the current stage."

"When the demand for addictive substances further expands, the supplier will further induce consumers to consume at multiple levels. The most representative of this is the game system, which increases game content and new products step by step to increase user stickiness. From the initial Five stones scattered to the mushrooms in Dali, and now to the poppies. This is the result of consumption upgrade.”

Song Beiyun nodded and signaled Miaoyan to continue.

"Just like sugar, people are not satisfied with pure sweetness, so they have created a wide variety of things such as mints, toffees, drinks, etc., but is the core sugar? Then this is the same, the core is heavy addiction, Without legislative control, the proliferation of addictive substances will become a beautiful landscape in a short period of time." Miao Yan has her embroidered shoes hanging on one foot, dangling between her two toes: " In the decades after the Opium War, people in the entire Qing Dynasty were corrupted by this thing. Once this kind of thing is out of control, it will be a plague."

Song Beiyun glanced at the wonderful words: "Could it be another time traveler?"

"No, we just said that this is a market-led behavior, not a time-traveler-led behavior. Think about it carefully, do the products that appear in each of your leading behaviors belong to that kind of generational appearance, such as Alloy iron products suddenly appeared before the low carbon steel was fully mature. Penicillin appeared before the microcosmic theory was born. This is the leading behavior of the traversers, and what you see now is an era based on this era It is a natural birth product after the owned product is dominated by the market."

After the wonderful words were finished, he lightly threw the pipe on the table: "Forbidden, it must be banned. But how to ban it, this is not a one-size-fits-all thing. Behind this market is the operation of capital. If it is completely open Society, you don’t even need to mention this topic, but fortunately, it’s a centralized society and imperial power is supreme. In front of imperial power, the power of capital is simply not worth mentioning, so if you really want to implement it, you must first put things in order Come out and persuade the imperial power to execute it for you, the scholar-officials will rule the world together, the current scholar-officials are not as good as those in the late Ming Dynasty, and they still have to weigh and weigh the matter of shaking the country.”

Song Beiyun pondered for a long time after listening to Miaoyan's words, and sighed silently. Just as he was about to speak, there was a noise from outside. Then Zuo Rou and Qiaoyun came in through the gate with their bags on their backs. Both of them were dressed as men. Rou even swaggered like a son-in-law, she walked into the door with a smile, came to Miao Yan and raised her chin with her hand: "Oh, who's little lady is born so handsome."

"Your man's family."

Choked by the wonderful words, Zuo Rou didn't know what to say to fight back for a long time, she just looked to Song Beiyun for help, but Song Beiyun held Qiaoyun's hand and muttered something at the door, Zuo Rou snorted , sitting next to Miaoyan angrily: "My family has been sold by this guy, and he doesn't even know what nice things to say to me."

"Who did he say nice things to?" Miao Yan sighed softly: "I don't know what you are thinking about. If he doesn't get angry with you, he has already done good deeds."