Song Beiyun

"Ang." Zhang Qing turned his head and glanced at Yan Shu: "Sister Zhao's family is good. She is a husband and a teacher, unlike me who is still here being taught by the master."

"Don't learn to roll." Song Beiyun turned his head to the side and yelled: "Too much bullshit."

"I learn and I learn..."

Yan Shu laughed loudly, and then took a sip of the fragrant tea: "Are you really planning to stop managing the Imperial City Division after the next year? Are you going to manage the New Third Division?"

"Can't you handle it?"

"That's not true, I'm just afraid that you will feel unhappy." Yan Shu raised his brows: "You know people, face but not heart. You speak nicely. Who knows what's going on in your heart."

"Don't worry, when I feel unhappy, I will beat you up."

Before Yan Shu could speak, Miss Qing next to her laughed. Song Beiyun slapped the table: "If you don't pay attention, have you seen the ruler? I really like to slap little girls' butts. Do you want to try it?"

"You're an idiot." Yan Shu took out a elixir from the Imperial City Secretary's exclusive small backpack: "Do you want to try it? They came from Tianzhu and said that they took a pill."

Song Beiyun took it and sniffed it, then threw it back to him with disdain on his face: "Hawthorn, persimmon, glutinous rice, you go to the underworld to be fierce."

"Damn it!" Yan Shu stood up immediately, holding a waist knife in his hand: "What a dare! How dare you even lie to the Imperial City envoy!?"

Song Beiyun looked at Yan Shu who was about to go out to seek justice: "You are the deputy envoy and you will be in the future. Don't make me unhappy now."

Chapter 268: On January 1 of the second year, it is not as good as the spring breeze

Fifteen days before the new year, there are already many returnees, and Jinling City looks much more bleak. From the emperor, the prime minister, down to the traffickers, everyone's heart is not on work, and the whole day is counting the time to live, Baba, etc. Going home.

Song Beiyun was no exception. After returning from get off work, he discussed with Qiaoqiao about going to Hongzhou Mansion. After the discussion, they decided to leave in three days. There would also be seven or eight days on the road, so it was still necessary to leave earlier.

"It looks lively and lively. In the end, my baby Qiaoqiao was the only one who accompanied me back to my hometown." Song Beiyun sat on the bed and wiped his feet. It was very comfortable to soak his feet in hot water after a hard day's work. He looked up Looked at Qiaoqiao who was fumbling here and there: "I still have some things to do in the next two days, and we can set off after we finish."

"En." Qiaoqiao nodded and said, "I miss Aunt Hong very much."

"I think so too. Auntie Hong's steamed pork with bamboo shoots is a must."

Mentioning this thing, Qiaoqiao swallowed her saliva unconsciously, then said with a charming smile: "In the past two days, I will go shopping and prepare. Now that my family is rich, it is not easy to go back empty-handed. I need to buy some cloth for Goudan and go back to make some new clothes."

"It wasn't born by you, you are really tight."

"Does it taste good? Goudan survived in my arms." Qiaoqiao chuckled: "Anyway, I don't care what people say. When he can talk, I must let him call his mother to listen to it." of."

"If I had known earlier, I would have thrown him away." Song Beiyun leaned against the bed and picked up a book: "By the way, remember to prepare something for Brother Yusheng."

"That must not be forgotten." Qiaoqiao gently tapped her chin with her finger: "By the way, you don't even ask Sister Miaoyan if she will go back with you. Don't dislike her family background and watch alone. Poor house."

"Oh, if you don't tell me I forgot, I'll go right away."

Wearing her pajamas, she opened Miaoyan's room. She was sitting on the bed cutting paper, and when she saw Song Beiyun approaching, she glanced slightly: "You came here in the middle of the night, what do you want to do?"

"Do you want me to say the classic 'what are you doing? Of course you'?" Song Beiyun laughed, lifted the quilt and climbed up: "Sorry, no. You guessed wrong."

"You are sick." Miao Yan kicked him: "Take your hands away, I'm cutting paper."

"You cut yours, I'll warm my hands." Song Beiyun began to toss dishonestly again, and then asked casually: "No. 13 departs for Nanchang."

"What are you going to do in Nanchang?" Miao Yan turned his head to the side: "I have no business there."

"Aren't you talking nonsense, of course it's Chinese New Year." Song Beiyun buried his face in Miao Yan's chest and took a few deep breaths: "Are you still planning to celebrate Chinese New Year here alone?"

Miao Yan didn't speak and didn't push Song Beiyun away, which was a bit abnormal. Xiao Song raised his head and looked at her chin: "Why didn't you speak suddenly? I panicked when you didn't speak."

"My identity is not clean."

"I don't know if you're clean or not?" Song Beiyun hugged her waist and threw her on the pillow: "Miss Ji Wang hasn't laid eggs yet."

"Dead." Miao Yan patted him, but did not struggle: "I..."

She was kissed by Song Beiyun before she could say a word, and it took 10 minutes for her to be let go by Xiao Song because she was almost out of breath.

"That's it, you pack up. NO.13 leaves in the morning, and I have something to do these two days."

After finishing speaking, Song Beiyun jumped out of bed: "I went to sleep."

"You..." Miao Yan almost blurted out 'Don't go', but her rationality forced her to hold back the words: "Get out."

Song Beiyun walked back with a smile and kissed Miaoyan on the forehead: "Good night."

"roll."

Miao Yan turned his body sideways: "It's so annoying."

Back next door, Qiaoqiao hurriedly asked him how the situation was. Song Beiyun said, "I'm not sure what to do when I go out. No, I'm sleepy. I have to go to the Yamen early in the morning, so go to sleep."

"Oh, then I'm leaving."

"Where are you going?" Song Beiyun grabbed Qiaoqiao and said, "Play some games before going to bed."

Early the next morning, Song Beiyun got up with dark circles under his eyes, covered Qiaoqiao with a quilt, and went to work. He ate breakfast at the shop outside the Imperial City Department.

While eating, I saw Miss Qing coming over angrily, but she didn't seem to see herself, she just went straight to the shop owner and shouted: "Here is a bowl of soup cakes, add more green onions and ginger, add a big spoon Meat sausage! I want more noodles, and I want a big bowl!"

After a while, Song Beiyun saw that a basin was placed in front of this girl who was less than 1.5 meters tall, like the one used to feed pigs, but she ate it without paying attention, even as if no one was there.

During the whole process, Song Beiyun sat in a corner and watched her eat. In addition to the bowl of noodles, she also ate three pieces of pancakes, a large cup of soy milk and two white flour buns.Not only are the utensils for eating like those for pigs, but the amount of food is no different from that of pigs.

This scene made Song Beiyun dumbfounded. No wonder the chef in the cafeteria always said that the girl could eat. Song Beiyun scoffed at that time. After all, how much a little girl can eat.But looking at it now, this... is simply a god, a pig god!This is definitely the amount of two grown men, and her small body can actually hold it all.

It's thanks to her being born in a wealthy family, otherwise even a poor family would not be able to support this pig that can't be slaughtered.

"Shopkeeper, another pancake."

"Miss Qing ate more today than usual." The shopkeeper seemed to be familiar with this little girl: "Do you have eggs today, do you want to have another one?"

"Come, come, come, two. You want pancakes, too."

Oh my god... is this a person?Song Beiyun numbly put food into his mouth. Watching Miss Qing eat was like watching a broadcast. It was a pleasure, and such a horrible appetite was rare in the world...

After eating a table full of food, Miss Qing burped in satisfaction, handed over the money to the shopkeeper, and happily walked into the imperial city's yamen.

And Song Beiyun ran to the store with a bowl at the moment: "Shop, has this kid always been so good at eating?"

"Master Song, don't you know? Miss Qing is well-known far and wide. Whose shop can let her look at it is a stroke of luck. Not only does she eat a lot, but there are also many people around who follow her specially. Looking around, as long as Miss Qing is willing to eat, it must be delicious."

"Hey...you still have this ability." Song Beiyun scratched his head: "Amazing."

"Master Song, the villain will give you an egg too."

"No, no, no..." Song Beiyun waved his hands again and again: "But I can't eat much."

Song Beiyun came to the office out of curiosity, and Zhang Qing had already started doing the questions inside. When she heard Song Beiyun enter the door, she got up quickly: "Master, you came so early."

"Well, there are a lot of things today, and your father will come later."

"Speaking of my dad..."

"Wait." Song Beiyun interrupted her: "Tell me first, why are you so good at eating?"

"Ah?" Zhang Qing looked at Song Beiyun innocently: "I have eaten too much since I was a child, what's wrong with Master?"

"You're not diabetic, are you?"

"Ah? What's wrong?"

"fine……"

Doesn’t diabetes have the symptoms of three more and one less, but it seems that she just ate too much, and there seems to be no abnormality in other things. Could it be a gift?

"Oh... you are interesting." Song Beiyun circled around Zhang Qing a few times: "I always knew you could eat a lot, but I didn't know how much you could eat..."

"Master..." Zhang Qing felt a little embarrassed, stood there and stomped his feet: "Do you also think that I am a gluttonous reincarnation?"

"No, I just want to dissect you to see the structure." Song Beiyun shook his head: "Forget it, this kind of talk is too perverted. I will take a rest in three days and return home. I will give you winter vacation homework then, If you haven't finished writing when I come back, don't blame me for whipping you."

"Oh... I got it, master." Miss Qing was a little confused about Song Beiyun's meaning, she just raised her head and continued, "Yesterday my father was thinking about my reference book until late at night, and today he took it to the Ministry of Industry early in the morning. Now, I said that I want to extract a few copies, do you think this is good? If the master thinks it is not good, I will go and get it back."

"Okay, of course." Song Beiyun sat back on the seat: "Remember, knowledge is definitely not self-willed, it is to be spread. The more people like it, understand it, learn it, and expand it, the more it will become. Full hair, as long as you keep learning, never worry about being left behind. Remember what I told you?"

Miss Qing thought for a while, and drew a big circle with her hands: "What we see is so big."

Then she held out her little finger: "We only know how big it is."

"That's right." Song Beiyun patted her on the head: "So naturally, the more people know about it, the better. Technology needs to be kept secret, because it is your hard work, but knowledge is the common property of all mankind, and no one can say It is so powerful that it is omniscient and omnipotent."

"The disciple understands."

Just as he was talking, someone outside reported that Zhang Shangshu from the Ministry of Industry had come. Song Beiyun immediately went out to greet him in person. When he saw Zhang Shangshu at the door, his face was a little haggard. haggard face...

"Good morning, Master Zhang."

"Yeah." Zhang Shangshu nodded lightly: "I haven't made a list of the white people yet. I'm here today to test you a few questions."

"Please, please, please."

Song Beiyun invited Mr. Zhang to the office, and then ordered someone to make tea for him.Zhang Shangshu took out a piece of paper from his pocket and spread it on the table: "Come on, Master Song, today I will test you, I want to see how you solve these few questions."

Song Beiyun was overjoyed when he saw it like this...

Chapter 269: January 1, 13nd Year

This man, it is really incomprehensible to save face.

The few questions that Zhang Shangshu took out were some very classic math questions, and they were the questions that Song Beiyun wrote at the back of the introduction to mathematics to encourage Zhang Qing to use.

This requires the use of algebraic equations to solve, which is roughly equivalent to the difficulty of the third year of high school. Of course, it is incomprehensible to entry-level people, and algebra is obviously not something Mr. Zhang has studied, so it should be a whole night of hard thinking. How can not understand.

But you have to come and ask directly, how can you keep your face? Regardless of age, seniority or official position, I completely suppress Song Beiyun, and let him be a dignified minister to ask without shame. Sorry...he can't do it.

But, these few questions seemed like a stick in his throat. He was very sure that if he didn't get the solutions to these few questions today, he would have no food or sleep, so he simply changed his method and found Song Beiyun by making his own questions.

"That's it, my lord. I'll explain it and show it to my lord. My lord Zhang will check it out for me to see if it's true or false."

"can."

Song Beiyun took out a pencil and began to write on the paper. Zhang Shangshu watched his writing process, but the more he looked at it, the more confused he became, and there were more and more ghostly symbols on it...

"Here, we bring in..." Song Beiyun explained to him while writing: "We have to take this factor into consideration, so here is not 2 but the square root of 2."

After several questions, Song Beiyun tried his best to write in detail, but Zhang Shangshu still couldn't solve it. In the end, it was Miss Qing who jumped out and shouted: "Master, my father can't understand you writing like this."

Zhang Shangshu's old face flushed with shame at this childish remark, but he calmly took a sip of tea from his cup: "It's nonsense, how can my dignified Minister of the Ministry of Industry not understand it."

"Then tell me what X stands for, what Y stands for, and what Y square stands for." Zhang Qing insisted, "Say it!"

Zhang Shangshu snorted coldly: "If you say it, what's the point?"

"If you don't understand, you don't understand. It's not a shameful thing. Why do you pretend to understand?" Zhang Qing looked at Zhang Shangshu with a confused face: "Master said, know what you know and don't know if you don't know."

Song Beiyun turned his head: "The Master said so!"

Zhang Shangshu was speechless immediately, feeling ashamed, and looked at Zhang Qing angrily, feeling a little restless.

"Master Zhang must understand, otherwise he wouldn't have come to investigate me." Song Beiyun got up at this moment and said, "It's just that my method of solving the problem is deviant, and I don't play cards according to common sense. Lord Shangshu is naturally upset."

"Master, you..."

Miss Qing was about to continue talking, but Song Beiyun grabbed the back of her neck and threw her out of the room and closed the door...

"Master Shang Shu, she is gone."

Zhang Shangshu let out a long breath, then pointed to the numbers on the paper and said, "What is this substitution?"

Song Beiyun likes to pretend, but he never pretends to be knowledgeable. Whether he is with the old lunatic or Fu Wang, he is very open-minded about what he lacks, and he is very patient with what others don't understand, so he just sat there and started talking. Little by little, he explained to Shangshu what algebra is.

It has to be said that a big boss who can become a high-ranking official like Shangshu is definitely top-notch in terms of IQ. When Song Beiyun explained it, he discovered that he had eaten almost the entire reference book in one night.

Among other things, Song Beiyun's hard work is nothing compared to him. If Zhang Shangshu was a modern person, he would probably be like playing in various prestigious schools.Comprehension, penetration and logic skills are all excellent.

In front of such people, Song Beiyun gave lectures easily, and Zhang Shangshu would ask carefully several times about what he didn't understand.

After going back and forth, before I knew it, it was already lunch time, but the algebra course was only less than one-tenth of it.

"Hmm...it's getting late, Lord Shangshu, let's have a light meal at the Imperial City Department today."

Before he could nod, the door was opened, and Miss Qing stood outside holding a bowl bigger than her head and shouted: "Daddy, Master, dinner is ready. If you don't eat that braised chicken, you will be punished by those shameless skins." ate up."

"Don't worry." Song Beiyun got up and said with a smile, "I can't eat enough. Mr. Zhang, move?"

Zhang Shangshu was also polite, full of pomp and style, led by Song Beiyun to the dining hall like a leader.But today, because of Shangshu's visit, the food is better than in the past. There are all kinds of chicken, duck, fish and meat, and some winter mountain delicacies are used as vegetables.

"Master Zhang, please eat in the inner hall." Song Beiyun said politely: "It's noisy outside, so as not to disturb your lord."

"I'm not such a squeamish person. When I was studying, I was able to endure hardships." Mr. Zhang rejected Song Beiyun's invitation, and went to the place where he was eating to wait and see: "Mr. Song, this Imperial City Secretary The food is pretty good, so the daily expenses are not small, right?"

"Brothers work hard, if you can't eat well, how can you have the strength to serve the court."