Song Beiyun

"Okay, let's break out of the siege and go to the countryside to live in seclusion."

"Then this." Song Beiyun threw the token up: "How is it?"

"Okay, allegiance to the king is at your mercy, kneel down and listen to the announcement."

"Then..." Song Beiyun smiled and pressed the token on the knife: "What about adding this?"

"You're going to rebel!?"

"What about me?" Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "Forget it, you can't play with this trick, anyway, don't worry, I will definitely take care of this matter, after all, you are carrying my cub."

"Okay, okay, I can't play, you just miss your wonderful words in your heart, she talks to you most harmoniously, you have everything to talk about, so why do you still find me?"

"Let me tell you, if it wasn't for your four-month-old stomach, I'd have to ask you to beg for mercy tonight." Song Beiyun pinched Jin Ling'er's nose: "Don't argue all day long looking for something to do."

"Okay, let me beg for mercy, and then I'll see who begs for mercy." Jin Ling'er smiled disdainfully: "I hope you, Song Beiyun, will remain as stubborn as you have always been."

Hehe... Jin Ling'er is still the same Jin Ling'er as usual.Princess Saohua's reputation is not compromised at all.

And just when Song Beiyun was about to fight her, King Fu walked in with his hands behind his back, looking gloomy, and took a look at Song Beiyun: "Come on, make some plans, set off with me overnight, and go back to Luzhou."

Chapter 393, September 9, 3

A bright glass mirror was carefully placed in the bedroom of the prince's mansion of the Liao Kingdom. At the same time, a wooden box with beautiful peach blossoms was sent along with it. On the wooden box was hung an iron lock with a plum blossom seal. It's on the top, but if you don't twist it according to the celestial branches on the top, you can't open the box.

"Gorgeous."

Fo Baonu stood in front of the full-length mirror, looking up and down at this rare object. In fact, there are mirrors sold by big cannibals in the market. The bigger the price, the higher the price. A three-foot-square mirror has been sold before. There are as many as one hundred thousand guan, but such a mirror taller than a person is already priceless, even a big cannibal can't make such a mirror.

"The walnut frame is quite delicate." Fo Baonu flicked the frame: "Is it sent by a merchant from the Song Dynasty?"

"Reporting to Your Highness, it was indeed sent by a merchant from the Song Dynasty, and he said that His Highness knew it when he saw it."

"Humph."

Fo Baonu snorted softly: "I don't know if that dog is trying to mock me again, that's all right, you step back first."

"Yes."

After the subordinates left, Fo Baonu stood in the mirror and looked at his own appearance carefully. This kind of detail was never seen before. Although the bronze mirror was bright, it was indeed not as clear as this kind of mirror.

But mirrors are not too rare after all, even such a large mirror is not surprising, Fo Baonu turned to look at the box that she rated as gaudy.

The box looks like it is made of wood, but it weighs hundreds of catties, and it takes seven or eight people to carry it in. Judging from the movement, the bottom of the wooden grain must be made of fine iron, and it may not be broken by ordinary knives and axes.

The only thing that can open it is the key, but this key alone is not enough, and it has to be paired with a "password". As for what the password is, no one knows...

The 64 phases of the heavenly stems and earthly branches above have undergone thousands of changes, and Fo Baonu couldn't open it for a long time.

Just when she was full of irritability, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in her mind, and she tried it with her birthday horoscope, but she didn't expect that there was a crisp sound from the lock, and it opened...

Anu stared at the box with wide eyes in disbelief. Her birth date is very secret, and no one else can know it. This first move is equivalent to giving her an unexpected blow.

Get off your horse...

"Dog, do you think you can scare me like this?" Fo Baonu snorted coldly, and opened the box with all his strength, only to find that there was actually a piece of clothing inside.

She took out the clothes and shook them a few times before unfolding them...

"Wow……"

She subconsciously exclaimed, because the dress in her hand is a stunningly luxurious red top, made of dark Sichuan brocade, if the pattern is not visible under the sun, a dark golden phoenix can be seen jumping on it. Above, the head of the phoenix hangs on the chest, and the tail feathers hang down on the back in a flying pattern. Although the front is opened in two, there is a row of exquisite concealed buttons, which is slim and capable.

And then there is a matching skirt below it. The skirt is very long, dragging on the ground like a phoenix tail. Among the thirty warp threads, there is a gold thread imitating it, which makes the whole skirt slightly textured but full of luxury. Wearing it with a top looks like a colorful phoenix, coming out of a shadow.

Finally, there is a black top, which is worn outside the top. Although it is black, it is a blend of silk and gold. It looks as thin as cicada's wings, but as long as it is exposed to the sun, it will turn into a miracle. And if it is worn on top of the inner clothes, not only will it not block the aura of the dark embroidery, but it will have the feeling of a colorful phoenix placed in the clouds, and it can be described as a beautiful match.

At the bottom of the box is a set of jewelry, all made of yellow platinum, extremely fine and beautiful. There is also a plate-like thing next to the gold jewelry, which contains 64 colors of toner classified by small compartments. There were also 32 small jars, which were found to be 32 different red lip glosses after opening.

32-color lipstick set... As long as it is a woman, it will explode in place, and Fobaonu is no exception.She sat in front of the box and played with gouache, lipstick, and a bottle of strange liquid that she thought was wine at first but later found out to be perfume.

At the end of the game, she couldn't bear the torture and finally put on the luxurious clothes that even she had never seen before, and then chose her favorite gouache and lipstick, completely restoring herself to a female posture.

When she saw herself in the mirror, she almost became cognitively impaired, because after wearing men's clothing for 20 years, she wore the color that should belong to her for the first time in her life.

Although when she was a child, she would wear her mother's clothes in her room and imagine that she was as attractive as those girls on the street, and would secretly dress herself up as a girl, but she had never been able to enjoy herself so much.

After standing in front of the mirror for a long time, she finally put all the things back into the box silently, changed into a man's attire and wiped off the makeup on her face, locked the box again, and sat quietly aside Initiated to stay.

No one knew what she was in a daze, because no one knew what she was thinking, but she finally sighed and muttered something, and it became as usual.

"Minister of the Propaganda Department."

The Minister of the Ministry of Industry of the Liao Kingdom rushed over, and he didn't even dare to lift his head when he saw Fo Baonu, and then he was scolded for half an hour inexplicably...

"Song State has it, how can I not have it in Daliao? They have workshops, so we also want to! I will leave this matter to you. If you can't handle it, please come and see me."

"Your Highness... the workshop of the Song Dynasty, I have also inquired about it, and I heard that the workshop can swallow tens of thousands of gold in a day..."

"You mean to say that Song State can afford it, but I, Daliao, can't afford it?" Fo Baonu narrowed his eyes slightly: "If you let you do it, you can do it. My Daliao has a vast land and rich resources, but I don't even have a workshop Can’t even do it? Go do it!”

"Yes……"

The Minister of the Ministry of Industry of the Liao Kingdom bowed and left, and Fo Baonu sat there still angry. She was angry that the Song dog gave her so many things that the Liao Kingdom could not make, and she was even more angry that she really liked those things...

She didn't have too many thoughts, just one thing, what Song State can have, Liao State must also have!Can the butcher still eat hairy pigs without that piece of paper?

Daliao has never lost to Song since the founding of the country. How can the humble Song be arrogant and domineering there?Isn't it just a workshop, isn't it just throwing money, and it's over, Song can make steel, so can Liao.Song Dynasty was able to weave, and Liao Dynasty could also weave.Isn't it just a broken mirror? Is it true that Daliao couldn't make a broken mirror?

The big joke of slipping the world!

The more Fo Baonu thought about it, the angrier he became, turning his head was like smashing a mirror, but the chair in his hand had already been picked up, but he was reluctant to do so, covered it with a cloth with a cold snort and walked out.

At this moment, Song Beiyun was sitting in the station for dinner, and the postman didn't know the identities of the two people in front of him, but he didn't dare to neglect, because although Song Beiyun was in casual clothes, the official boots on his feet were the exclusive official boots of the Imperial City Division. This Yicheng welcomes and sends them off every day, and there is no way to see this, so when they come up, they are greeted with good wine and good food, and they also have a special room for Song Beiyun and King Fu.

"This king accepts your favor." King Fu said after having a drink, "I didn't expect that in just half a year, your reputation as the Imperial City Secretary would spread far and wide."

"It's the Imperial City Secretary of the Song Dynasty." Song Beiyun quickly corrected: "It has nothing to do with me."

"Oh, there is no leakage." King Fu looked around Xiao Song: "I heard that your workshop can burn 30 people's food rations for half a year in a month? Why don't you use this money to help the people?"

"Rescuing the people is the job of helping the people, and burning money in the workshop is the job of burning money in the workshop, and the two sides are not next to each other. You can't exploit the money in the workshop just because someone is affected by the disaster." Song Beiyun explained: "As long as the workshop is open for a day If you burn money, the Jinliao Grassland will not be peaceful for a day, but if you help the people... my lord, don't say that I regard human lives as worthless, they are not worth it."

"How dare you say such a thing?" Fu Wang was also very surprised: "In ancient times, no emperor dared to say that."

"I'm not the emperor, so the emperor doesn't dare, but I'm not the emperor, why don't I dare?" Song Beiyun spread his hands: "There is a logical problem here, that is, each position actually has the responsibilities and functions of each position. , the emperor does the work of the emperor, and the ministers do the work of the ministers. There is money to relieve the victims, and there is money to build industries. People who come up and ask, "Is it okay to give this money to the poor people?" , how much vision is a bit of a problem."

King Fu picked up his chopsticks and was about to hit him. Song Beiyun quickly raised his hand to block, but the chopsticks did not come down. Instead, King Fu sat there alone and drank wine: "This king is old, and his vision is like this. I am ashamed but helpless, the most helpless thing in the world is getting old."

Song Beiyun glanced at King Fu, chuckled but said nothing, because "aging" is an unavoidable physiological process for a person, and Zhao Defang, who is invincible in the world, cannot avoid this problem. The new era is coming, and it is very difficult for him to get rid of it. Keeping up with the pace of the new era is like the once omnipotent father who suddenly walked up to him one day with a face full of shame and asked "how to apply for this WeChat". In the back, because old.

The only thing Song Beiyun could do was to patiently explain to him why the existence of workshops was important, indispensable and even able to contain the neck of the Liao Kingdom.

"The Liao Kingdom has two choices in the future. If you don't want the entire country's lifeblood to be contained by the Song Dynasty, then Fobaonu will definitely choose to burn money against the Song Dynasty, forming a kind of competition. The final death of this kind of competition must be the Liao Dynasty. China, because they do not have basic industries, let alone the significance of engineering systematization. They hit the big luck, and even if they succeed in the big luck, the production capacity, scale, cost, and quality cannot be compared with those of the Song Dynasty. The market is It’s an extremely cruel place. It doesn’t care about human feelings. It won’t say that because this is the market of Daliao, it will kill the products of Dasong, because the products of Dasong are better, newer and cheaper. The door to free trade is their own hands. If you open it, if you try to close it again, countless people will cut off their wealth at the root." Song Beiyun explained to King Fu meticulously: "Whether it is an arms race or an industrial competition, as long as the Liao Kingdom has one foot in, the Buddha who refuses to admit defeat Baonu will eventually turn the Liao Kingdom into a little pet raised in the Song Dynasty’s backyard, we don’t have to take what we want, but at least we can make it obedient in the next few decades.”

King Fu tried hard to understand what Song Beiyun said, but in the end many words were new and confusing to him. He was a little shy and helpless, and finally asked out the confusion in his heart with a slightly red face from alcohol.

Song Beiyun didn't use his accent, and explained these things very straightforwardly, such as the problem of industrial systemization.

"Just like the precious sword I gave to the official family, if the prince wants it, I will make one hundred thousand for you in three months."

Fu Wang was taken aback: "It's all that quality?"

"It might be better, because before I came, there was news that nickel ore was discovered. Manganese steel is nickel-plated, and I have it all over the world."

King Fu's eyes were filled with gold stars. He had seen Zhao Xing showing off that precious sword, and his heart was sour when he saw it. No matter what... the fact that this bastard is his son-in-law is a certainty, but as Lao Taishan himself Without such good things, the unhappiness in my heart is naturally indescribable.

But now that he heard that the precious knife that could allow the emperor of a country to show off in the imperial garden for chopping rocks was only a three-month price of [-], this made the old man feel even more uncomfortable.

"This knife, even if we got it from the Liao Kingdom and sold it, they couldn't imitate it."

"Why?"

Song Beiyun began to briefly introduce: "Let's reverse the manufacturing process of a knife. The knife is made of steel. If you want to make steel, you must have a mine? What kind of mine is it? You need to choose it. After choosing the mine, you have to have Stove? What kind of stove is this stove? Coal? Ordinary coal is not enough, it has to be coke, how to make coke, how to desulfurize, how to pickle, this is the way.”

Song Beiyun smiled and took a sip of wine: "This is still a few major categories. After that, there will be a water forging machine, [-] catties of forging, and the Liao Kingdom will take their lives to make it? And the manufacture of molds, what method to forge, Do you really think that you can forge a good sword by jumping into the furnace like in ancient times?"

Lord Fu smiled and nodded: "It turns out that there are so many ways in the workshop."

"This is still a drop in the bucket." Song Beiyun smiled and said, "My lord, take good care of yourself, don't think about fighting all day long, hug your grandson more at home, come out in a few years and have a look, and I'm sure the world will be turned upside down."

King Fu pondered for a moment, and hit Song Beiyun on the head with his chopsticks: "You bastard, I won't be angry if you don't tell me! Where did you put Jin Ling'er? Pregnant before marriage, for a woman, it's just... yes……"

"Isn't it coming soon?" Song Beiyun spread out his hands: "The competition will start on August [-]th. If you win, you can get married right away."

"Are you sure you can win?"

"If you can't win, can you still call me?" Song Beiyun raised his head wildly: "Not only do I want to win, I also want to win the applause!"

Chapter 394: On September 9, 5, it was sunny and twenty years passed by

Returning to Luzhou, it seems like a year has passed in the blink of an eye. Song Beiyun took a look at Xiaolian Village when he passed by. The people inside were still the same people. They hadn't changed much, but many people had changed in front of Song Beiyun. The children who used to run all over the mountain with him would be carefully guarded by the adults when they saw him.

At this moment, he had a new understanding of Mr. Lu Xun's "Master" in Runtu's writing.

"It's no wonder people say that people are more timid if they are close to the hometown. Most of the timidity is that the mountains and rivers of the hometown are still there, and the old people are strangers in a blink of an eye."

Song Beiyun, who was sitting back in the carriage, leaned there and said to Prince Fu, "People are really strange, but I am still me."

Prince Fu didn't answer directly, but just looked up at him, smiled and said nothing more.

"My lord, what do you mean by returning home?"

"Don't bully the young and poor with that sound of a picture." The prince replied casually: "You run away when you are young, and return home with a white head. When you return to your hometown, the old acquaintances are gone. The picture is just a false name. The world is so big, and I just want to feel at home."

Xiao Song sighed: "It's only been a year."

"But this year, you have changed from a boy in common clothes to a master in brocade clothes." Fu Wang grabbed Song Beiyun's clothes and raised it: "Wearing tiger skin on your body, don't blame people for keeping you at a respectful distance."

"It's boring."

Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "It's boring."

"The world is vast, and there are too many interesting things to enumerate."

The two chatted all the way, and arrived at the foot of Luzhou City in about two hours. It was still dark at this moment, Song Beiyun got off the car with King Fu, and first went back to the palace.

Although King Fu was transferred away, the palace will not be deserted. There is always someone in charge of the house. When the person in charge sees the master's return, he immediately introduces King Fu into the house excitedly, preparing meals and tidying up the room.

But these are secondary. After he ordered someone to find his elder brother, he turned to Song Beiyun and said, "I will tell you something."

"My lord please tell me."

"Go and find out... who is left in the Sun family in Luzhou?"

Hearing this, Song Beiyun's heart suddenly became clear. This Sun's family was the home of the former Taichang Temple Chancellor. More than 20 years ago, Taichang Temple Chancellor was implicated in Taizong Zhao Guangyi's bizarre and sudden death. More than 130 members of his family were exiled everywhere. , the originally huge family fell apart overnight, but from the time point of view, it can match the time when the king of Thailand adopted Zhao Cheng.

Song Beiyun didn't talk nonsense. To him, investigating this kind of thing was like a joke, so he left and went straight to the city.

Although there is no imperial city department in Luzhou, there is a very special department, that is, the Jinyiwei, which was established in order to control the victims, with a playful name.

In other words, this Jinyiwei is an extension of the Imperial City Department. Even after the prefect regained power, this yamen was not abolished, but was entrusted with important tasks. Now on the one-acre three-point land in Luzhou, this Jinyiwei His ability is no less than the status of the Imperial City Division in the capital.

Wearing the flying fish suit of the Imperial City Division, Song Beiyun walked to the gate of the "Jinyiwei" yamen. The sentry banner at the gate wanted to go up to check, but Song Beiyun pushed it away lightly: "Let you come in charge."

He just raised his eyebrows and looked at the two guards with murderous intent in his eyes.And this kind of murderous aura that only people who have killed people on the battlefield made the two banners at the door dumbfounded, but they still bit the bullet and went up to stop them: "My lord, this place is an important place for Jinyiwei. No one can order it from the eunuch!" Also not allowed to enter."

Song Beiyun stood there coldly, without saying a word, just picked up the long knife and scabbard around his waist and smashed it on the gate.

Not long after, an arrogant and domineering voice came from inside: "Let me see which blind bastard dares to run amok in front of the Jinyiwei yamen!"

After finishing speaking, the door was opened, and a big and thick sheep girl came out from inside, with the long knife in his hand out of its sheath, looking like he was going to eat people raw.

Song Beiyun slowly turned his head and glanced at him, the knife in Yang Niu'er's hand fell to the ground immediately, and he didn't even bother to bend down to pick it up, and rushed up excitedly: "Brother!"

Song Beiyun propped his huge face open with one hand, and pushed his head aside: "If you dare to hug me, I will smash your head."

Yang Niu'er was so happy that she didn't know what to say, so she could only welcome Song Beiyun into Jin Yiwei's yamen.

It seems that Yang Niu'er is doing pretty well here, and her level should not be low.

"Who is in charge of you?"

"Liu Tong."

"I don't know." Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "How did you get along? You didn't even get along with a manager?"

"I can't help it..." Yang Niu'er sighed: "Brother, you don't know that I have two brushes for being brave and ruthless, but I have never studied, and now I can find an errand here because I have a brother. light."

"Ha, you have learned how to play tricks." Song Beiyun kicked his ass: "You are obviously one of the best people here, but you are playing with me? Who gave you the guts?"

"Isn't it all taught by my brother?" Yang Niu'er rubbed the back of her head and said with a laugh: "But my brother is not very interesting. I have been away for a year, and I don't come back to take a look."

"I don't have time. I'm now the fifth-rank envoy and the commander of the Imperial City Guards. Do you think I'm free?"