Song Beiyun

Because Song Beiyun's own plan is to castrate the grassland instead of asking for resources. The grassland has only a few resources. After the real plundering, their survival will be a problem. When people's survival is threatened, the so-called agreement is the paper in the toilet.

The negotiation lasted for five full days. During these five days, the cups and plates in the official garden were dropped, but Song Beiyun didn't seem to care. He would always hold a huge porcelain cup with tea in it, With a book in his hand, he sat in the negotiating venue for a whole day without saying a word.

However, his silence is not a release, because every time he speaks, the negotiation framework between Liaoguo and Grassland will be further narrowed, and eventually the envoys of Liaoguo and Grassland will secretly take a look at him when they are whimsical. A glance at Song Beiyun's face.

Five days later, the approximate treaty was finalized, and by this time the Jin soldiers had arrived less than five hundred miles away from the city.

Song Beiyun didn't panic, he was still revising the contract leisurely, and there were only five of his Seven King Kong left, and two of them were running a fever in the room due to tonsil inflammation due to too intense quarrel.

The situation on the other side of the Liao Kingdom was not much better. Five of the thirteen accompanying envoys fell ill, and the situation of war damage was not optimistic.

"I'm under a lot of mental pressure, I can't sleep well at night, and the weather is getting colder, so Iron Man can't handle it." Xiao Song said to Bi Luo during the break: "This is a diplomatic front, it is a front, but it is also a battlefield. .It’s just that there’s no smoke.”

Biluo beat and kneaded Song Beiyun's shoulders, "Then what about the master, the master is still alive and well, and the slave was almost dead yesterday."

"I have fart pressure." Xiao Song leaned on the chair: "I have been thinking about how to negotiate with the grassland ten years ago, how to negotiate if I lose, and how to negotiate if I win."

"awesome."

"You're boasting against your will." Xiao Song pointed at his neck: "But I'm afraid no one will believe this matter on anyone."

Chapter 624: On October 10st of the fourth year, it will be sunny and if you are well, it will be a bolt from the blue.

The long-awaited tripartite peace talks finally came to an end on the last ray of sunshine on the Mid-Autumn Festival.

And on the night of the negotiation, the details of the terms were revealed. The teahouse in Yanjing was full of people. Some of them could read and some could not, but they all came to listen to the excitement.

After night fell, I heard the gavel in the hand of the storyteller behind the desk in front of me slapped, and I opened my mouth: "Masters, I will not talk about books today, but I will talk about the Liao Song Dynasty and the Jin Dynasty." Enmity and resentment between accountants."

There was a burst of applause from the audience, and the storyteller took a sip of water and started talking.

If you want to talk about the affairs between countries, you really have to have some jokes in it, otherwise it will be extremely boring, but if you talk about this drama, you can't listen to it.

But if you don’t listen to it, don’t listen to it. Don’t expect these people to analyze the international situation. It’s good for everyone to listen happily and lively. Anyway, it’s good that the terms and conditions are clear and clear.

"It's said that the barbarian denied it in every possible way at that time, and planned to use force. But he saw that Marshal Song drew out his long spear, and suddenly there was a cold light, and the point of the gun hit the barbarian's eyebrow, and he hung the good thing there, and the barbarian disappeared if he was more. Life, one point less is three points less domineering."

Speaking of this, the storyteller paused, picked up the water glass to drink water, and the audience in the audience was indignant and clamored for him to continue speaking.

The storyteller wiped off his sweat slowly with a towel before continuing, "I saw that Marshal Song held a gun with one hand, and put it between the brows of the barbarian, and said softly, 'You good thief, don't open your eyes to see who's there. The two holes on your nose are probably used for breathing!'”

The audience applauded immediately, and the bounty money was thrown up.

And in front of a stage on the left, a person who was obviously disguised as a man was smiling at the handsome man beside him.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing at you, you came first with a little cold light, and then the gun shot out like a dragon." Miao Yan giggled, but in this noisy teahouse, she was very unobtrusive: "How is it? Brother Gongming, it's a good time to be a hero again. ?”

Xiao Song Kaka was eating melon seeds, and he didn't bother to talk to this guy. After all, if anyone in the world would dare to tease him like this, it could only be a witty talk.

"Okay, okay, just now you asked about the concept of high-dimensional creatures. I thought about it carefully, and this is probably the case." Miao Yan smiled and chatted with Xiao Song about homework: "If we are living in a novel The characters in the book, the high-dimensional creatures are the authors and readers of this novel. They can tell us on the day we meet in Huafang that you will put me to sleep in chapter 621, and you don’t care whether my favorability is full or not , just hard, and it hurts me. To them it's just a little rummaging through the directory, but to us, it's prophets, because they are not limited by time, and can read any information."

"In this way, I understand. It's the same as when we watch the bullet screen and suddenly see the four characters of high energy in front. It is easy for us to understand, but if it is for the characters in the play, the four characters of high energy in front are Gaowei. Biological information, right?"

"Smart." Miao Yan nodded: "In theory, that's the case."

Xiao Song became silent at this moment: "Aren't you still playing with that favorability?"

"Yes, your favorability is -50, it's almost zero." Miao Yan said seriously, "If you don't touch my head and hug me, I'm going to get sick and die."

"Hey! What kind of game is your plot? What kind of development game are you playing!"

"Isn't that the case in Gala games?" Miao Yan rolled his eyes a few times: "Anyway, the favorability is deducted, so you can figure it out."

And when they were talking about the content that only the two of them could understand in this world, the gavel on the stage rang again, and the storyteller started to talk about the content of the clauses, but it was still quite pleasant to say it from his mouth. It's strange, so Xiao Song asked Xiao Song to retell the wonderful words.

"Actually, the agreement between Song and Liao on the grasslands is basically a [-]-[-] split. However, the Liao State took the hard ones, while the Song State took the soft ones. It sounds like the Liao Kingdom took advantage of it, but in fact, the Song Kingdom's advantage is the The biggest one." Xiao Song took a sip of tea and said, "Song and Liao divided one-third of the grassland's territory, and now it's probably... Well, Song has taken the area from Ordos to Baotou, and Liao has taken it. From Ulanqab to Hohhot.”

Miao Yan chuckled: "You are so calculating, you have taken all the places that produce coal, and I have taken all the tertiary industrial areas in Liao Kingdom."

"Zhangjiakou was given to the Liao Kingdom. That place is your northern gateway, okay, what else do you want?"

"What do I want? I want all the three eastern provinces."

"Okay, I can give you all the three provinces in the east, but you have to give me the border of the Liao Kingdom to retreat to the outside of the pass. If you give you [-] miles in the northeast, you can retreat [-] miles in the Central Plains."

"It's a good plan. In the end, you can use the economy to eat away at my Northeast." Miao Yan pouted with displeasure on her face: "Why do you look down on my Northeast?"

Xiao Song looked at Miaoyan in surprise, and Miaoyan gave him a blank look: "What are you looking at?"

"Such a pretty girl, her mouth smells like corn balls." Xiao Song also giggled, "Okay, let's not discuss this matter, and it will be over without harming your hometown."

"What about war compensation?"

Xiao Song was silent for a while: "The Liao Kingdom took the war compensation. I don't know what kind of shit is the Northern Privy Council of the Liao Kingdom. Really... If you want people to work as slave labor, you can't stop them."

"I'll take care of them." Miao Yan frowned, "What about Da Song?"

"The Song State gave up the war compensation, but it needs to provide 3000 fine-bred horses every year, 1 horses for each male and female, and the Song State will send [-] people to learn animal husbandry every year. In exchange, the Song Dynasty will find a way to grow crops on the grassland. After the success, all the seeds and technology will be handed over to the Golden Horde for free, and there will be no tariffs on imports and exports between the two countries, and each other will receive the most-favored-nation treatment." Xiao Song was silent for a while, and then suddenly laughed: "The grassland needs to select [-] people every year. People go to Song State for on-the-job training, including skills training and cultural learning.”

"You..." Miao Yan was taken aback for a moment: "You are taking the bamboo shoots!"

She finally knew why the Song dog suddenly laughed. It seemed nothing to outsiders, and it was also in line with Song Guo's consistent personality setting, which is the setting of generosity and kindness.But this is really not generosity and kindness, even Song Beiyun has nothing to do with people.

Everyone knows that the Chinese civilization is almost one of the civilizations with the strongest assimilation ability. The reason is actually very simple, and life is comfortable.

Except for perverts and ascetics, I am afraid that there is no one who takes pleasure in torturing himself. People do not have such a civilization, so naturally there is no such thing. The Song Dog incident is no different from the exchange of personnel between the two sides. People from the Song Kingdom are sent to the grassland , People from the grasslands were sent to the Song Dynasty.

There is no need to worry about the rebellion of the people of the Song Dynasty, because whoever has nothing to do will rebel in a worse place, and the people of the grassland have lived a long time in the state of Song, which is full of money and money, and there are still a few who are willing to go back to build their hometowns, and finally help the grasslands to build their hometowns They are all from Song Dynasty.

When they get married again, the descendants will have endless yearning for the prosperity of the Song Dynasty, and when they reach their age, they will find a way to settle and study in places like Chang'an Jinling, and the devil will go back to that bitter cold place to live a hard life.

And speaking of technical exchanges, technical exchanges must at least be in the same language. There are now a total of [-] languages ​​​​and characters on the grasslands. There is no such thing as Song, Liao and Jin.

Hehe... Brother, if you use Chinese, you won't be able to come back.

Two generations later, there are a group of Mongolian children on the grassland who are learning "A gentleman has three expenses, food and drink are not among them. A gentleman has three musics, and bells, chimes, zithers are not among them...".

This is cutting people's roots, and it can't be called killing with a soft knife, because it didn't kill anyone at all.This is to engage in "draining nationalism in the right direction" and play a full-scale Sinicization.

"Also, in fact, you may not know that I plan to promote a new round of Hufu riding and shooting in the Song Dynasty." Xiao Song touched his chin: "It is difficult to accept Hanfu on the grasslands, because they have to work and labor, and Hanfu is not suitable Riding horses, but it is not difficult for Da Song to accept their customs, everyone just follow the trend."

"You are not afraid of being said..." Miao Yan frowned: "Is it a cultural invasion?"

"Cultural invasion? What culture? Husband and China also, who entered China, Huaxia, and barbarians, who were barbarians. How many years have they left the primitive society? This place has been here for more than 4000 years. We can eat a Naadam. Add a gentleman after the six arts. What can I do, Boke even Bayled?" Xiao Song knocked on the table with a smile: "This is called cultural self-confidence, you say it is the truth."

Miao Yan was silent for a while: "Try it first, and see what people in the cultural field say."

"What do you say?" Xiao Song drew a circle on the table: "What do they have to refute? Then let's debate. All opinions are allowed. This is a rare turning point. But it may be worse for the Liao Kingdom."

"Haha, Song Beiyun, you underestimate the heroes of the world." Qiao Yan poked his chest: "Of course I can deal with it, and there are others."

"Ok?"

"Hurry up and bring up the [-] favorability points that fell, or I will ignore you."

"Then how to pull it, give me some hints."

"I haven't figured it out yet. I'll go back and think about it today, but don't expect to get over it. You use force. I said a long time ago that you can't use force."

"You're reasonable, you couldn't wait to..."

"You reason with women!"

Xiao Song sighed: "All right, all right..."

And after explaining the whole negotiation process to Miaoyan, Xiao Song also returned to the resting place, but he didn't expect that Na Si was waiting for him at the door.

"Nasi, what are you doing here?"

Chapter 625 Who can't be king under a sunny day on November 11, four years?

"Lord Song, I want to be a great sweater."

The prairie man whose lips were already trembling from the autumn wind said this in a firm tone.

Xiao Song looked him up and down, beckoned to him and said, "Come in first."

After bringing Nasi into the room and ordering Biluo to serve hot tea to disperse the cold air on his body, Xiao Song took a sip of the tea: "Do you want to sweat profusely?"

"Yes, I want to be a sweater. But I don't have any helpers." Nasi stared at Song Beiyun, "I hope Master Song can help me."

Xiao Song laughed, and when he put down the cup, the cup and the mat made a crisp collision sound, and it was this collision that seemed to hit Nasi's heart, making him shiver suddenly.

"Why?"

Why... Facing Song Beiyun's question, Nasi felt a little dazed for a moment. He didn't know why Song Beiyun asked him why he wanted to be a sweat or why he wanted Song Beiyun to help him, but he didn't know what to do for a while. Come on.

"By the way..." Nasi looked anxiously at Song Beiyun, then at his hands, then at Song Beiyun, and finally he took a deep breath and said, "I have a son, and I can recognize Mr. Song as a godfather." ..."

Smart people don’t need to talk too much, and some things can be said to the point. After listening to Xiao Song, he lowered his eyelids and thought for a while, and finally raised his head and smiled: "Today is late, I will hold a banquet at Songhe Tower tomorrow, please The future Great Khan of the Grassland must show his face."

Nasi immediately stood up and replied excitedly, "It's coming."

After speaking, he turned around and strode away.

After closing the door, Biluo walked in from the outside, leaning on Song Beiyun's side and pouring a cup of tea for him: "Master, why did you agree to let his son recognize you as godfather?"

"Well, don't look at this guy as a big and big guy, but Nasi is the smartest person on the prairie. Some things are true on the surface, but they mean something else secretly." Xiao Song took a sip of tea: "If he wants to be a great Khan, he must have someone to help him. Who in the world can help him? It can't be the Golden Emperor. Of course it is me. He asked his son to recognize me as his father... Do you still feel the taste of it?" Didn't taste it?"

Bi Luo's eyes lit up: "That means that the future Prairie Khan is the son of the Lord! This and that Secretary has taken refuge in you."

Xiao Song just smiled lightly, patted Bi Luo on the head, and finally got up to rest.

"Rest first, I'll fetch hot water for you to wash."

In the early morning of the second day, the wind and rain all over the city came, and the temperature dropped suddenly. Xiao Song opened the window and took a look, crossed his arms and thought for a while, then said to Biluo who was just waking up behind him: "It's another It's the end of the year."

"Yes..." Biluo sat up slowly on the bed, and gently straightened her clothes: "It has been four years since I came out of Qimen County, if it wasn't for the Lord who rescued me from the sea of ​​suffering, I must be a child by now. with dry bones."

Xiao Song didn't speak, but slowly closed the window, put on his clothes and went out.

He still has some work to deal with, and as for the Jin army that is on the way to conquer, he doesn't care, because the large troops of the Song and Liao coalition forces have assembled quickly and are rushing to help Yanjing. He only needs to believe in Juyongguan and Liao Frontiers, everything else will be fine.

However, when he was dealing with the final state affairs dispute, there was a small episode, that is, the envoys on the other side of the department started to quarrel. Some of them saw Song Beiyun's plan to exterminate the family and were desperately resisting.

But Nasi killed the man with a single knife, saying that the man was confusing people's hearts and deliberately breaking the hard-won peace.

After Xiao Song knew about this, he just sighed softly. The people who play politics are all dirty, not only dirty but also black.In all likelihood, the prairie envoy was killed not because of making trouble, but because Nasi wanted Song Beiyun to know that he was making trouble.

This is probably a testimonial. For these people, the friendship of brothers and sisters cannot compare to the sentence "Long Live the Emperor". Xiao Song can't understand it, but he can understand it.

In the afternoon, the banquet in the Songhe Tower was held as scheduled. This time Xiao Song mainly hosted the Seven King Kongs who came to negotiate with the Song Dynasty. Nasi also arrived on time.

But after the show ended, Song Beiyun, who was sitting in the host's seat, didn't move, and Nasi didn't leave either.

As the temperature in the room dissipated, Song Beiyun reached out to take the hot rice Biluo handed over, and began to eat the hot soup that hadn't been touched much on the table.

"The Golden Horde established itself with prestige, what do you and your tribe have?"

After eating, Xiao Song put the bowl on the table, raised his eyes and glanced at Na Si: "The so-called art of war is to know yourself and your enemy, do you know yourself?"

Nasi was silent for a while: "Nothing."

"Very good." Xiao Song nodded and said, "At least you don't know yet, as long as you know. Then do you have any specific plans?"

As soon as Nasi heard this, he immediately stood up and clasped his fists towards Song Beiyun: "I also ask Mr. Song to enlighten me."

Song Beiyun leaned back on the chair and looked at the ceiling: "Since ancient times, there have been only three ways to gain power, one is to kill people, the other is to be kind, and the third is to be brave."

"Yes."

"Your tribe is not brave enough, because you have been doing business with the Han people since more than a hundred years ago, and you have been infected with the stink of the Han people." Xiao Song tapped the table lightly: "Then the third road will be blocked. The murderer And Shi En, what are your plans?"

"I..." Nasi pondered for a moment, "May this winter be more cruel."

"Hahahahaha." Xiao Song got up: "Interesting."

After speaking, he got up, and when he came to Nasi's side: "Just open your mouth if you need anything."

"clear."

Winter is coming. This year, because of the war, life in the grassland may be difficult. Since the secretary wants to stand up, let him stand up. The more ambitious the tribes on the grassland, the better. The Golden Horde is better in name only. , and even split into northern and southern grasslands.

These things will naturally be done by others, Xiao Song only needs to control the people who have the emperor's hegemony in their hearts, and naturally they will be fine.

In fact, Qinglongyuan discussed what to do with these barbarians and Tartars. Killing them is definitely not an option. The lessons of history are there. People can't be killed endlessly.That's also unlikely, the Tang Dynasty has completely blocked the way of probation, whoever was not the leader of the Shaomin, and they all worked hard when they burned, killed and razed Chang'an in the end.

So Xiao Song took a method that is the slowest but can cure the symptoms, and that is to use the unique phagocytosis of Chinese civilization to eat up the cultural characteristics of these other cultures.

Why does he always refuse to use assimilation, because he feels that the word assimilation is not enough to reflect the tension of the civilization of the Central Plains, only devouring can describe it.Turn it into a part of yourself, and in the end, everyone can't tell who belongs to who. Since they can't tell, it's all mine.

A few days later, the envoys from the grassland left. They signed a treaty of humiliating the country and humiliating their rights. After returning, they should be punished, but some things have to be borne by someone.