Song Beiyun

Xiao Song picked up the booklet and glanced at it, and it turned out that the complete works of Tagore's Asuka were written in beautiful cursive characters. The characters were obviously written by a fountain pen, not a brush.

"Wow!" Xiao Song's eyes suddenly lit up: "The workshop has made a breakthrough!?"

"Yeah." Miao Yan raised his head with a smile: "The precision casting department has made some achievements. They have conquered the borax overmolding technology and can cast fine objects in batches. This pen is made according to my design, but the only shortcoming There’s just no plastic, so there’s no way to make a negative pressure blotting pen.”

"This is so precious..." Xiao Song hugged the booklet and couldn't put it down: "This is one small step for a wise man, but one giant leap for mankind."

"Precious is precious, but I think it's better to give it to you. It's also very good as a gift." Miao Yan said with a smile: "Do you understand what I mean?"

Xiao Song rolled his eyes: "You mean..."

"I hit it off with that little prince, so you can give this to her for me, as a gift for Miao Yan to practice." Miao Yan pointed to the booklet: "On the title page, write Master Hongyi's farewell on it. Your handwriting is beautiful."

"Oh...Okay." After Xiao Song finished speaking, he raised his head suddenly: "When did you get online?"

"Fate, but now that fate is over, it's okay for girls to give each other gifts."

Xiao Song frowned: "Then why should I send..."

"Some people have a lump in their hearts, don't they? After all, it's hard to find a confidant in this world." Miao Yan stood up and patted him on the shoulder: "That's the truth, right?"

At this time, Qiaoqiao also raised her head and said: "I have been with you for more than ten years. Even if you are dying, you will not stop eating. You will only stop eating when you have something in your heart."

"So you sold me to Miao Yan?"

Qiaoqiao stuck out her tongue: "I don't know what you're thinking, sister Miaoyan is smart, so I'll ask her..."

Xiao Song sighed, went up and rubbed his pretty face: "I have a little fever today, after I wash up, I will let you taste what is called a red-hot iron rod!"

Chapter 436, On October 10, 29, the nine days of rain and yellow flowers passed, and a chat to comfort the old Qiu Rong

The Double Ninth Festival was supposed to be a time of refreshing autumn, but this year it was exceptionally abnormal. The cold rain fell and the air was filled with cold.

Early in the morning, it was the most unexpected. Zhao Cheng, who had cried all night, was picked up by the carriage. It was a convoy of missions from the Liao Kingdom, and behind him was a guard of honor from the Song Dynasty.

The princess left in a low-key way. Although there were many ceremonies that should have been there, she was not as red as the description. The only people who accompanied her to that strange place were the cold rain of the Song Dynasty and a group of strangers. And the silent one.

After Princess Yijia left for several hours, only a few unremarkable carriages started slowly in a corner of the city.

There is no identity badge, no guard of honor, only two plain carriages, one with the crown prince of the Liao Kingdom and one with the father and daughter of the Nanyuan King.

During their trip to the Song Kingdom this time, they not only completed the task of marriage, but also overfulfilled the tasks of business, alliance, and lease. It can be said that they came back with a full reward. Yesterday's negotiation, Fo Baonu was in the process of dealing with the emperor of Song State He won a big victory and got the right to borrow troops.In other words, if there is turmoil in Liao, Song will unconditionally borrow [-] troops to assist Liao.

The point of contention here is to borrow or send, the difference between this word is a thousand miles away.In the end, Fo Baonu changed "sending troops" to "borrowing troops" with the right to garrison troops in Haizhou, but she had to bear the food, grass and military pay of the [-] soldiers.

But this is not a problem, because as long as there is the promise of Emperor Song, Fo Baonu's throne will be stabilized after the [-] borrowed soldiers are in hand.

It is reasonable to say that Yelufo Baonu should be in ecstasy for such a full-fledged diplomatic war, but at this moment she is curled up in the carriage alone, staggering to doze off, because she drank the medicine early in the morning, she The spirit seems to be a little sluggish.

The carriage arrived at the city gate and handed over the paperwork for leaving the city. After traveling for several miles, although Fo Baonu was not in good spirits, she was no longer sleepy. She leaned on the soft cushion, holding a book in her hand and glanced He looked at it without a glance, and tightened the fur blanket on his body from time to time, but he still felt cold.

Suddenly the guards outside stopped their horses, turned their heads and said to Fo Baonu inside: "Your Highness, the lead car has stopped."

Fo Baonu frowned and opened the curtain, only to find that the king of the South Courtyard was arguing with a man at the side of the ten-mile long pavilion. Putting down the curtain: "Go and tell the king of the South Courtyard, don't be delayed by idlers, and leave quickly."

"Yes."

The guard got out of the car and told the king of Nanyuan about Fo Baonu's instructions. After hearing this, Jin Lang also snorted coldly, pointed to the person opposite and said, "You'd better not get in touch with her again, you and her are nothing more than It's a chance encounter and there will be no intersection, from now on you don't want to entangle any more."

"I know." Xiao Song shrugged: "I was also entrusted to give a farewell gift. Since His Royal Highness Liao Kingdom doesn't want to see me, please pass it on to him."

The King of the South Court looked down at the heavy box in his hand, and although he sighed, he still took it.

"Let's go!"

The wheels of the carriage rumbled forward, Xiao Song watched the ruts disappear in the vast rain, shrugged slightly, turned and left, but there was no more muddling.

After the two cars traveled another forty miles, they had to stop at the post station due to the heavy rain, and several people entered the post station to rest.

"Girl, this is..." The King of Nanyuan handed the package to Fo Baonu: "If you don't like it, I will throw it away."

Fo Baonu just smiled and raised his head: "Why throw it away, I am the one with a clear conscience, why should I throw it away? If someone gives a gift, then just accept it."

"But..." The King of the South Courtyard was silent for a while: "I'm afraid that the things that man sent may be fraudulent."

"He is not worthy." Fo Baonu snorted coldly: "If I hadn't been moved to love talents, would you want to deceive me with that kind of trick?"

Stubborn mouth... As someone who watched Fo Baonu grow up, the prince naturally knows how tough this girl's mouth is, but it is not easy to expose, so he can only pretend nothing happened and quietly stay in the station After eating something, when the rain subsided a little, they set foot on the road back home again.

They have always kept a distance of about fifty miles from the sending team, neither too close nor too far away. Compared with the grandeur and noise of the sending team, their two carriages are extremely low-key, and no one would have thought that sitting here Instead, they are the two most important people in the entire team.

As the carriage swayed, Fo Baonu opened the box. It was heavy but mostly some cheap Jinling specialties, some with Suzhou embroidery and some with Shu embroidery. A small note reads "Congratulations to the newlyweds", and neatly writes the wedding congratulations from the Tang Dynasty.

Fo Baonu threw this aside in disgust, finding it boring.

However, she accidentally found an extremely beautifully bound booklet. She curiously picked up the booklet and opened it gently. A fresh and elegant scent of jasmine mixed with a special fragrance of ink came to her face. On the title page Written in small words.

As soon as she saw the font, she turned it over without even looking at the word. The inner conflict was still difficult for her to face.

But the other content in this booklet attracted her quite a lot. The sentences in it were very strange, but it was very interesting to read carefully—"As the day draws to an end, I feel like a light sail on the sea, listening to the evening tide dancing. "

Fo Baonu liked these very much, she carefully turned to the last page, and when she finished turning all the pages, she didn't expect that there was still a long paragraph at the end, like a letter.

And this letter is not hypocritical at all, it just narrates the regrets in the world in a straight-forward manner.

At the end of the letter, there is a sentence: "The so-called encounters in the world are nothing but accidents. The world is difficult but there are many differences. When the times are unfavorable, the differences are sighed. It is beautiful to pursue the future and freedom, which makes the heart go. But the world Rebellion is not tolerated. It is the same in the family and in the country. I only sigh that life is not at the right time, and encounter is not at the right time. If it is not at the right time, it will be different from each other, and there is no need to worry about it. The girl meets her confidant , I wish you the best of luck.”

After watching Fo Baonu, she, who is naturally prone to crying, was already in tears. She wanted to cry but couldn't. There were only thousands of sighs left in her heart.

She slowly turned this collection of poems to the front again, and the farewell poem flowed out slowly like a melody, and the sentence "Don't have a cold dream tonight", couldn't help but make people cry again.

But she will be the king of a country, she can't cry, she can only bite the blanket and choke softly.

After she was overwhelmed with grief, she opened the last box. There was nothing special in it, but a delicate silver round box. When she opened the box, there were only two layers of things that looked like cotton but were not cotton, and a note. The usage of this thing is written on the note.

Fo Baonu took a few glances, then took out a square carbon-shaped black block from the box, and then used a small bottle next to it to drop a few drops of oil on the coal according to the statement on the note, and then lightened it with fire. , the carbon block ignited, emitting faint blue flames.

She carefully put the thing into the silver box, and then put it into a thick cloth bag. After a while, the thing became hot like a stove.

And the last sentence under the note is "Two yuan a day, if you use it up, spring will bloom."

Holding this heater, the chill on Fo Baonu's body gradually subsided. She was sitting in the car but she didn't know what she was thinking. She just looked out from the gap in the curtain that was lifted by the autumn wind from time to time, her eyes became calm and indifferent.

At this moment, Xiao Song was sitting in the corridor, looking at the fallen leaves on the tree in front of the courtyard, and while eating a fried dumpling, he said to Qiaoqiao who was quietly knitting a sweater beside him, "You're a quick learner."

"It's too simple." Qiaoqiao raised her head and said, "But I'm so curious, why can this wool be turned into thread?"

"This is the ability of the workshop. In the future, this kind of thing will be popularized, not only wool but also duck down."

"Wow..." Qiaoqiao has no idea how to thread the duck down, but she just thinks that her man is a big deal...

However, these plans still have to be linked to food production, and the progress of chemical fertilizers must keep up, because before there are no high-yield crops, there is no other way than to let a country produce food to fill the appetite of the industrial giant Song. Other methods.

But looking at the sky like this, the risk is actually huge. The problem that Xiao Song must overcome now is right in front of him. The biggest problem in the old society is not the output but the instability. The low output of a single unit can be made up by the quantity, but if a natural disaster Then it's all ruined...

So Xiao Song has three research groups under his leadership, one is the fertilizer group, which is his field.One is the Agricultural Division based on the New Third Division of the Huangcheng Division. This group specializes in new varieties of grain and grain hybridization technology.There is also a group that studies the combination of high and low crops, and the co-development of fruits, grains, and meat products. They are now studying how to use a large amount of wood produced by land reclamation to cultivate insects to obtain protein...

Anyway, these three groups were led by Xiao Song himself, even the main work of the medical school is now handed over to the big brother, old man Yan.

"Master."

"Huh?" Xiao Song turned his head: "What's wrong?"

"Why don't you go to Liao Kingdom with the princess of Liao Kingdom?"

"Silly girl." Xiao Song pinched her face: "I'll go with her, what about Jin Ling'er? What about you? What about sister Qiaoyun? Your home is here, and mine is also here. , My Qiaoqiao is my root, it is from my sweetheart. You say, if I abandon Qiaoqiao, who has taken care of me for more than ten years, for a woman I have known for a few months, is this a human thing? Except Zhang Wuji, Nobody can do something like this."

"Who is Zhang Wuji?"

"It's a waste, so don't mention it." Xiao Song smiled, leaning on the recliner and swaying: "It would be great to have baked potatoes and baked sweet potatoes to eat at this time."

"What are baked potatoes?"

"It is a kind of grain with a yield of five thousand catties per mu."

Qiaoqiao smiled sweetly: "It's just bragging."

Chapter 437: On November 11th, 4, it rained continuously and there was no title

Although Xiao Song has solved a big problem now, his identity problem is still a big problem. The princess's wedding day is about to take place, and he will marry Jin Ling'er as Jiujiang Xinchen.

Afterwards, after the title of captain consort came down, he would just be a good boy for a few months, and then suddenly die suddenly a few months later.This kind of plot has been seen frequently from ancient times to the present, and it is easy to use.

When Jiujiang Xinchen dies suddenly, the child and Jin Ling'er will be safe, and then Xiao Song will take over to settle the matter. Anyway, it's just reputation, what does he care about, after all, the children are all relatives.

However, in the past few months, he has actually had a lot of things, and after listing them all, it is still quite a headache.

As for the affairs of the Liao Kingdom, Xiao Song is not in the mood to take care of it now, but he can't stand someone asking. After all, not everyone can understand him, and many people actually have shit in their heads. This is undeniable. I like beep beep Lai people are not in the minority.

So he didn't respond anymore, anyway, he bid farewell and gave him a warning, if he troubles him again, don't blame him for Kai Wushuang and it's over.

Now he is waiting to receive Haizhou. Once the Haizhou port is in hand, the sea-ship plan will start. The remaining Quanzhou Port and Jiangsu-Zhejiang Port are not easy to use, but they are really chaotic. Judging from the feedback he got from his last visit to Hangzhou, the southern ports are not what should be developed at this stage, and there is nothing that can be obtained in Southeast Asia, so saving manpower and material resources to the greatest extent is one of the main problems currently facing.

In the few days when he had nothing to do, he wrote one draft of the plan and discarded the other. Either the overall planning was unreasonable or the relative cost was very high. He has no clue about the construction of Haizhou Port, and he needs to learn and work slowly. tidy.

Miao Yan made a few good opinions and suggestions, and Xiao Song adopted a few, but they still couldn't make up for the huge hole here, which gave him a headache.

"My plan is to connect the kingdom of Jin and then to Vladivostok, and sail from Vladivostok to the Arctic Circle, but the navigation technology of this era is really difficult to handle. There will be typhoons in summer, and I'm afraid it will turn into a ghost ship in winter..."

With a pen in his ear and a compass in his hand, Xiao Song said to the man beside him with a sad face, "There are a few big problems now, one is the ship's power problem, of course we can only rely on the wind now, But look at the direction of the wind... It is really much more difficult to explore the Asian continent than the European continent. We can go to Europe through Malacca, but now Europe is a shit mountain, no bullshit. Technology is low-tech, Agriculture is low-lying agriculture."

Miao Yan also folded her arms and worried: "How about going by land?"

"Land route? The second problem is the land route. If the land route wants to connect to Alaska, it is in the Arctic Circle... What do you use to resist the severe cold? There is no clear road, how do you get out of the permafrost circle? Old sister, you can let go of the expedition. Let’s team up, that’s human life too.”

For this, there is no better way to say it. This place in East Asia...is really the beginning of the hell mode.Or how can I say that North America is a place chosen by God, with seas on both sides of the east and west, and only Panama on the north and south sides, rich in products and resources, all the way to the east is Asia, and all the way to the west is Europe.Even if you go wrong, you can go to Australia and Africa, and there is nothing wrong with going to New Zealand.

As for Asia...especially East Asia, the problem that technology can solve at this stage is the same as Zheng He's route, crossing the Strait of Malacca to Southeast Asia and Africa.

But at this point in time, these places are probably still eating people...

It is too strenuous to go to the Americas, and the Little Glacier is right in front of us.This autumn is abnormal. Judging from the position of the sun, it is now November in the Gregorian calendar. Even if there is no heat island effect in the south, it should be relatively comfortable. However, the temperature this year is frighteningly low. A few days ago, there were reports that some mountainous areas Rime has appeared.

If it continues to rain like this, the worst result after a while is a large area of ​​freezing rain in the south, and many overwintering crops will die in large swaths.

Isn't it still up to the sky to eat after doing this?

It's troublesome to watch the sky eat!

"It's time to stockpile food." Xiao Song sighed with his hands behind his back: "The first batch of the expedition team has almost returned from India. There should be many good varieties in the South Asian subcontinent that can be used for hybrid cultivation. It's really hard to be a traveler. Especially when you know but you can't help it."

"No, Mr. Song. When did you become so caring? Didn't you always love whoever you were before?"

Xiao Song shook his head lightly: "I've settled down, and my family is here. I have to find a way. A man must have a little bit of family and country feelings. I was a rootless duckweed before. It doesn't matter where I am. Now I can't."

"It seems that Lord Song has grown up." Miao Yan giggled, "Is it because of the Princess of Liao Kingdom?"

"Oh, that's fine, I really don't have much interest in her." Xiao Song waved his hand and said, "I just had a cold and didn't feel well for a few days. You really think I'm lovesick."

Miao Yan didn't mention this anymore, because she probably could feel that Xiao Song might really have no interest in that princess, otherwise he would find a way to attack Liao with his character.

"Oh... that's right." Xiao Song patted his head: "What did you say to me before, did the steam engine explode again?"

"Ah."

"Rubber!" Xiao Song nodded vigorously: "When we can go to America, let's go get rubber, plant a million acres along the coast, and with steam power, it is actually not a big problem to go to America. It's a vicious circle."

While they were hiding in the room to study the follow-up of the first five-year plan, the palace at the moment was already in a mess.

The first thing is to plan the wedding of the two princesses. Jin Ling'er is the eldest princess, so the etiquette cannot be underestimated.The princess from the Liao Kingdom wants to marry, and the etiquette must not be less, and she can't marry casually, right? First of all, the concubine must be an official, but it is against the rules to be an official directly, so now the whole court has become a mess, and the etiquette department is even more busy. After working overtime for several days, I didn't even have a rest.

In addition to the matter of the princess's wedding, there is also the matter of taking over Haizhou, and the matter of an army of [-] troops led by An Guogong on the border of Song and Liao.

All of these matters are urgent and important, and the court even forgot about Xiao Song...

But it doesn't matter if you forget it, what Xiao Song dislikes the most is being remembered, he is a person who likes to hide behind and do things silently, it's just fine to be ignored by others.

"bang bang bang"

There was a sound of slamming the door outside and Xiao Song called out. When he opened the door, he found Yan Shu standing at the door. This guy hadn't appeared for several days. Now it seems that his haggard look must be due to the wear and tear of the past few days. .

"So anxious, what happened?"

"It's troublesome." Yan Shu panted heavily with his arms crossed: "Something serious happened!"

"What's the matter?" Xiao Song asked him to walk in the door: "Take it easy first, look at the way you are panting, let you lose weight and you will not lose weight."

After entering the room, Yan Shu drank several mouthfuls of water before calming down, and sat down in front of Xiao Song: "The Queen Mother is going to be a demon again."

Xiao Song was taken aback: "Didn't she stop for a long time?"

"That's right, but since yesterday, she has been acting like a demon. Not only did she want to organize Jin Ling'er's wedding ceremony herself, but she also forced the officials to release you." Yan Shu sighed, "Now the two sides are arguing."

"She's about to be emptied out, what's going on?"