Song Beiyun

"I'm afraid they will look for me too." Xu Li shrugged: "There is no Liao businessman who can fight."

Otherwise, hard work can never catch up with talent. A genius like Xu Li can surpass so many people and years of hard work with just a single thought. How can there be such a creature as genius in this world! ?

Going out with Xu Li, the two drank some wine outside, chatted about Song Liao's anecdotes, and then went home separately.

As for Song Beiyun who returned home, he actually didn't have anything to do. He was just handing over today, and there were three days before he officially started to work.

In the afternoon, he first took his son and Zuo Rou to go fishing, and when he came back, he played chess with Jin Ling'er, practiced boxing and kicking with Qiao Yun, and finally chatted with Bi Luo about the construction of the underground information network in Liao Kingdom.

In such family happiness, even at night, he was also leisurely at night, holding the child and watching the four people playing mahjong, and then pointing out the country.

"Go, go, play outside, don't bother me here." Zuo Rou is a stinky chess player, but she is addicted to food, and when Song Beiyun annoyed her, she fired four cannons in a row, and angrily drove Song Beiyun out: " Get out!"

Xiao Song had no choice but to bring the children to the yard. The two father and son sat on the swing, the elder and the younger stared at the stars in the sky with blank eyes. They were almost carved out of the same mold from the look and behavior, eyebrows and facial features.

"Daddy."

"what?"

"nothing."

Xiao Song turned his head to look at his son. He had known for a long time that his son was smart but very naughty, and he needed a lot of beating.I finally got to see it today, his sloppy little eyes make people itch to look at, and I wish I could get a beating.

"Daddy."

"Damn, you'd better tell me something serious, otherwise I'll beat the child when it rains, and I'll be idle anyway."

"You can't hit me." The little bastard raised his chin: "I am of royal blood, even if you are my father, you can't hit me."

Then he was beaten.

After the beating, he walked into the room crying and came to Jin Ling'er, crying even more fiercely: "Mother...Daddy hit me."

"Song Beiyun!" Jin Ling'er pushed the card: "Are you in debt? Why did you hit the child?"

Xiao Song walked in with the cane: "Ask him."

Gang Dan told Jin Ling'er the ins and outs of the incident, and said pitifully, "Mr.

"Oh, then you deserve it." Jin Ling'er continued to make cards: "Chunxiang."

The maid next to her stepped forward: "Yes."

"Fire that gentleman tomorrow." Jin Ling'er said softly, "Let him continue to teach me, and my son will become a dandy in the capital."

At this moment, Xiao Song came in, sat aside and patted his son's shoulder: "Little brother, you are too young to play with me. When I was playing a rascal, you were not in shape."

"Go, go." Jin Ling'er gave him a push: "If you speak out in front of the child, you deserve to die."

Biluo, who was used to seeing Song Beiyun's domineering side outside, couldn't help laughing when he saw him at home for the first time, while Xiao Song held his son with one hand and lifted him up: "Your father I need to give you a bath."

"Mother, help me..."

The cry for help gradually faded away, Zuo Rou suddenly raised her head: "Fuck, the little devil in the world has been dealt with!"

"That's right, the big devil is back." Jin Ling'er mentioned a card: "I laughed out loud when I thought about it, Sitong."

Xiao Song didn't know how many disasters this kid had brought to this place. He was obviously only a three-year-old child, but the degree of disgust was definitely at the level of a disaster. Jin Ling'er and Zuo Rou had no mixed doubles on weekdays. It's useless, but he was manipulated into submission in Xiao Song's hands.

When he said strange things, Xiao Song could say even weirder things than him. If he scolded him, he didn't dare to scold him. If he bullied others because of his status, he would get beaten. Anyway, Gang Dan felt helpless when he saw his father.

"You go outside to scan and listen, your father and I, Song Beiyun, are you a little bastard like you who can toss?" Song Beiyun bullied his son while bathing him: "From 99 to [-], I can just leave, who heard me?" Don't you tremble with your name?"

"Daddy is bragging." Gang Dan pouted, "I've heard people say that you are not capable at all, that you just cling to your mother's relationship, and you even bought your official position."

"I bought it for my official position?" Xiao Song threw the towel behind his back: "Who did you say said it, let me clean him up."

"Don't tell, you can't tell the truth."

Xiao Song spat, but didn't think too much about it. The kid must have heard the gossip from the neighbors, but so what?Everyone in the world knows that he is a celebrity and official, but his own son thinks that his official position was bought, which is a joke.

After the father and son took a bath, he took his son out and sat on the stool watching the girls playing mahjong. Song Beiyun raised his head and said nonchalantly, "For the past two years, I will no longer be in charge of government affairs."

"What are you going to do?" Jin Ling'er raised her head and said, "Who cares about government affairs?"

"Let's find something for you to do. You can take care of this mess. If you can't, let Biluo help you. Don't look at her young and powerful." Xiao Song patted his son gently to coax him to sleep: "I want to start Grasp the workshop and research institute, and speed up the skill book."

"Okay, I'm idle anyway." Jin Ling'er sighed, "How is Father?"

"If it goes well in a few days, I will find a way to bring the prince and concubine here."

"Really?"

"Then can there be a fake?" Xiao Song laughed, and looked down at his sleeping son: "Also, your son said that my position was bought, how do you compensate me?"

Chapter 602: On April 4th, Five Years, the Spring Blossoms Are Blooming

This side of Chang'an has a lot of foreign festivals because of the gathering of multiple races. After Qingming, there is a strange festival, probably a festival of the Khitan people, to celebrate the arrival of spring.

Xiao Song thinks this is quite reasonable. The Khitan people originally originated from the Northeast, and belong to the type of half-farming and half-pastoral civilization. Spring is actually a very important season for them like the Han people, and Khitan has always had no racial segregation. The policy even advocated "exogamy", so after years of intermarriage, the Khitan and Han cultures have gradually begun to be indistinguishable from each other.

But for festivals, one more is better than one less. Everyone in the world suffers, but it is necessary to add some sugar to this bitter soup. Everyone finds a reason to go to a temple fair, have a good meal, go outing, go fishing and enjoy flowers. , it is not a good thing.

Because being an official here in the Song Kingdom is basically a holiday on holidays, so Xiao Song naturally also takes a rest, so today he has nothing to do and wants to take the children to the temple fair to have fun.

But today Zuo Rou has a father-son bureau for fishing, sister Qiao Yun has to rush back to the camp, and Jin Ling'er needs to liquidate the surplus of the fund. In the end, only Bi Luo and Qiao Qiao who just rushed back are left.

"It's a pity, I thought we could come out to play with the whole family."

Sitting on the bustling street, the little bastard sat on Song Beiyun's neck and listened to his worthless father walking all the way.

"Okay, okay, someone came out with you, and you still talk nonsense." Qiaoqiao complained, walked to a booth, picked up a bunch of jewelry and gestured on Biluo: "I'm coming out to accompany my little sister. It would be nice to buy some things, but I have no intention of spending time here with you."

"You..." Xiao Song said dumbfoundedly, "You are too heartless."

"Unfeeling, what unfeeling, you don't know how busy I am now." Qiaoqiao stuffed the jewelry into Biluo's arms: "Go, give me the money."

Song Beiyun took out the money honestly, and continued to carry his son and followed them forward. Biluo didn't dare to speak much, and she didn't dare to refuse what Qiaoqiao bought her.

From the moment she entered the door, those girls kept stuffing her with things, and she accepted all the silk, satin, gold and silver jewelry for food, but she never dared to explain that she was actually a very rich and rich woman.

"Master, you are also tired, why don't you go to the front and have a rest."

Biluo's voice was soft, with a hint of gentleness and caring, Xiao Song took a deep breath, pulled Qiaoqiao up and said: "Look at others! Who can you imitate? Zuo Rou. "

Qiaoqiao curled her lips: "I don't know who has been away for a few months without even thinking about it."

"What do you want to think about, what's there to think about." Xiao Song curled his lips with disdain.

Qiaoqiao's eyes widened, and her anger soared.

"Humans, the reason why I don't miss you is because I know you are here. No one in the world is here, but you are here. Why bother to miss you?"

Hearing this, the cub on his neck was shocked to the core. He never thought that his ineffective father would be able to survive from adversity after saying such words, master...

Sure enough, Qiaoqiao's anger subsided immediately, and she curled her lips: "I know it's glib."

"It's glib with others, but it's just gossip with my Qiaoqiao."

"Okay, okay, I can't say enough about you." Qiaoqiao stomped her feet: "I'm tired after walking for a long time, go take a rest."

Biluo next to them watched their interaction with great interest. She had never seen Song Beiyun's face like this. Others might not know it, but she knew it very well. How many people in the world even mentioned Song Beiyun's calf? All trembling.

Because sugarcane began to be widely planted in the south, sugar is no longer a rare thing, and the price has been reduced to a very affordable level. With the development of canning technology, sugar production technology has also been widely developed as a by-product.

"Don't eat too much candy." Xiao Song handed a candied gourd to Gang Dan: "Otherwise your teeth will be rotten and you will roll on the bed in pain."

The little brat doesn't care about these things. For him now, food is more important than anything else.

"Chang'an is really prosperous." Biluo stood on the railing and looked into the distance, and she had a panoramic view of the bustling scene on Zhuque Street. She couldn't help but sigh, it turns out that this northwest place is actually as prosperous as Jinling and Lin'an.

Xiao Song put the cub on the stool next to him, and tied his waist around his waist with a rope. After ordering some snacks and tea, he raised his head and said, "When I first entered Chang'an, everything was barren."

Qiaoqiao nodded and said, "I didn't do well when I came here. I was still complaining about why I came to such a rural place."

Song Beiyun laughed, and glanced at the chatting diners around him: "The prosperity and decline of a place is very fast. As the commercial and material distribution center in the Northwest, Chang'an should be prosperous. But I don't think it's enough. At the end of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period, Chang'an's vitality has been seriously injured, and now it is probably only less than [-]% of what it was at the most prosperous time."

"It's less than [-]%..." Qiaoqiao raised her head in shock: "Then what will happen when it reaches [-]%?"

Xiao Song smiled slightly, and tapped on the table: "The Nine Heavens will open the palace, and the clothes of all nations will be crowned."

At this moment, a person next to him suddenly stood up and shouted: "Okay! It's a nine-day battle to open the palace, and the clothes of all nations will be crowned!"

Everyone at Xiao Song's table looked at that person, only to see a young man with reddish complexion and slightly drunken expression, holding a wine glass in one hand and a pen in the other, as if he was writing something, Xiao Song bowed his hands politely to him, while he But he let go of his pen boldly, and said in a loud voice: "I said that my painting always lacks meaning, and I can't change the rhyme for a long time! Only after hearing this poem by Wang Wei today did I understand that there is something missing in my painting. He is heroic! Without this heroism, Chang'an will become like Jiangnan! It can't be done, it can't be done!"

After finishing speaking, he tore the painting on the desk, and immediately tore it to pieces, and his friend who was next to him immediately came up to him, bowing to Song Beiyun and the others to apologize: "I still hope Haihan, this guy drank a little too much. Just laughing and laughing..."

Xiao Song waved his hand: "It's okay, young people should be so heroic, and heroes have mountains and rivers in their hearts. It's gratifying to congratulate."

"Thank you..."

The raging scholar was taken away by his friend, Xiao Song just smiled and shook his head, took a sip from his teacup.

But just after putting it down, he found that his little brat was staring at him intently.

"Look at what?"

"Daddy, I think you still have some talent."

"Some???" Qiaoqiao next to her laughed dumbfounded, and said triumphantly, "Your father is a three-year Jinshi, the number one scholar in the imperial examination!"

"what?"

Gang Dan's eyeballs were about to pop out. He didn't know his father's glorious history at all, and his husband didn't mention it on weekdays, and his mother and aunt didn't talk much about it, but he didn't expect his father to be the number one scholar.

"But..." Gangdan blinked his eyes and looked at Qiaoqiao: "Auntie, didn't they say that my father is a softie?"

After saying this, even Biluo couldn't help laughing, Qiaoqiao pinched his mouth: "Tong Yan Wuji Tong Yan Wuji..."

"Forget it, it's not impossible to make soft rice." Xiao Song leaned on the table with one hand and sighed, "I don't know who spread it, and the little bastard didn't say anything."

"I'll investigate right now." Biluo raised her eyes lightly, "It should be clear in two or three days."

"Why bother." Xiao Song smiled and shook his head: "The little bastard will understand in the future."

And Gang Dan looked at Song Beiyun with his chin in his hands: "Daddy, are you really the champion?"

"Yeah." Xiao Song nodded and said, "No. [-] scholar, what's the matter?"

"Then why do you spend money to buy an official when you are the number one scholar?"

Xiao Song sighed, feeling helpless.At the beginning, Zuo Rou also had the same kind of virtue. Zuo Guogong, one of the most famous heroes in the world, became an official in Zuo Rou's mouth because of the relationship he found with the prince of TOEFL.

Now that the law of heaven is reincarnated, it's my son's turn to believe in the fact that he bought an official, but how should I explain it to him?

In fact, there is nothing to explain. In the future, he will gradually find out that his father's official position was not bought, but made little by little through performance.

"In the future, don't play with strange children." Qiaoqiao said with a smile: "If you don't believe me, ask them if they dare to let their father come to drink a cup of tea in front of your father."

"okay."

When Xiao Song saw the little guy nodding seriously, he couldn't help laughing. Qiaoqiao was still the same Qiaoqiao, as bad as ever...

It's hard to say anything about other places, but with Chang'an's three-acre land, those who dare to speak ill of Song Beiyun would never dare to ask him for tea, and those who would ask him for tea would definitely not speak ill of him.

This move can basically become a lore, and the little guy found his place in no time.

"By the way, Biluo. After coming here, I don't want to go out for the next two years. I'm here to help Jin Ling'er."

"Good sir."

"Don't call me master either." Xiao Song waved his hand: "If Jin Ling'er hears it, you will scold him."

"Ah?" Biluo was taken aback, but didn't dare to speak.

"You're scolding me." Xiao Song pointed at his nose: "She won't scold you, that girl is smart."

In the afternoon, Xiao Song continued to wander around the temple fair with his children. There were not only all kinds of food, but also many interesting performances. There were jugglers, performers, acrobats, and storytellers.

And the products are even more frightening, not to mention the products of the workshop, there are also some novelty gadgets that have never been seen before, and Xiao Song even saw many shops that specialize in selling tools.

The tool store is not a blacksmith shop in the traditional sense. Most of the things they sell are industrial products. The hammers, nails, wires, hacksaws, wrenches, screws, etc. produced in the workshop are no longer secret products. .

And these things began to be sold in batches, which means that a large number of folk craftsmen have begun to transform in a new direction, which is exactly what Song Beiyun has always expected.

"Let's go, let's put a paper kite?" Xiao Song smiled and asked Gang Dan: "Will you go?"

"No, those are children's things." Gangdan shook his head resolutely.

Xiao Song's eyes rolled: "There are many good-looking ladies and sisters coming with their fathers."

Steel Dan's eyes lit up, and he began to jump on Song Beiyun's neck: "Go, go, I'm going to release the paper kite!"

Chapter 603: Sunny December 4, Five Years