Song Beiyun

But Song Beiyun pretended not to see it, and came to another table with the fish. This table seemed much more peaceful. After all, Aunt Hong was sitting there. When Zhao Xing was in Jinling, she was treated like an elder, so the people at her table didn't dare to make mistakes. Even if there was a Guanyin slave who was full of bad things, he was honest and honest. "Brother", the eldest mother called shortly.

As for the two partners who got together, one was the maid who always secretly acted like a baby in front of Song Beiyun, and the old eunuch Wang who said more than five years ago that she had not much time left but was getting better and better.

"Aunt Hong, how do you cook this fish, braise it in brown sauce or stew it in soup?"

"Come and play, I'll cook."

"That's impossible. It's rare to have a chance to cook." Song Beiyun turned around and got into the kitchen, poking his head out: "Then I'll cook it in soy sauce."

After entering the kitchen, only Yusheng and Song Beiyun were left in it. Yusheng looked clumsy but still worked hard to help. The two brothers were just wearing aprons, looking ridiculous as they prepared meals.

"This bacon is really good. I'll steam it with dried bamboo shoots later." Song Beiyun began to cut up the bacon while hanging the soup with bones: "Brother, you cut up those green vegetables, remove the roots of those with leaves, and cut those without leaves part."

"okay……"

Compared with Song Beiyun, Yusheng is indeed lacking in life skills, and cooking is even more poor.But after all, he is about to become a father. In Song Beiyun's words, he is not at ease if he cooks the food himself.

Although cooking is a boring and busy thing, it is actually a good pastime if you can immerse yourself in it.

"I heard there's a commotion in the capital?"

"Yeah." Song Beiyun nodded and said, "It's still quite violent. It is estimated that when the court opens in the next year, some people may attract students to make trouble."

"Why? Just because you regained your homeland? I don't think so."

"The restoration of the landlord class." Song Beiyun said with a chuckle: "I am just an introduction, using my apostasy to guide the public opinion, and finally under the coercion and lure, Song Beiyun's words and deeds will be driven into the abyss. What Song Beiyun supports is wrong, and what Song Beiyun opposes is what he wants to advocate."

"Isn't that an enemy of the New Deal?!" Yusheng nailed a kitchen knife to the chopping board: "No, I have to go back. I can't let these people ruin things with hard work."

Xiao Song shook his head and smiled, "This matter is not something that you and I, Yan Shu or even the officials can solve. This is a class struggle."

"How about that?"

"Use magic to fight magic." Song Beiyun laughed...

Yu Sheng frowned: "Aren't you very dangerous?"

"I'm dangerous? Why am I dangerous?" Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "From the beginning of our reform, we were destined to confront the entire upper class."

"But the officials are also..."

After all, Yusheng grew up studying Confucian culture, and even he was a little hesitant about this matter.

But Song Beiyun didn't blame him, they naturally had their taboos about some things.

"If a reform can make Song Dynasty stronger and China stronger, I don't think Zhao Xing does not have the courage and determination. I believe in him, just like he believes in me. Now I am a grasshopper on the same rope with him. It sounds better. He has no other choice, because he has tasted the feeling of being squatted on the head by the upper class nobles, and he is not willing to let future generations experience such a thing, so he hates this group of people more than I do. He supports reform, but he can't do it easily, because once he does it, it means that there is a problem with the country's tendency, and someone will make a fuss about it. So he can only be a decision-maker." Song Beiyun said while cutting bacon: " There's always someone to do it."

"But why don't you think about yourself, how will people treat you after a hundred years and a thousand years? Emperor Shi Huang's burning of books and digging scholars is still a layer of dirt."

"History will give people enough time to wake up." Song Beiyun laughed again: "Besides, the sun can't be liked by everyone. I'm nothing."

"Then do you have a way out?"

"Why do I have to think about the way out in advance? I've already made up my mind to expose myself to the firepower of others. There is no way out in this battle." Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "Once I retreat, the reform will be defeated. If I can't We finish it in our lifetime, who knows what twists and turns will come later, I am still young and I can devote my life to the world I yearn for."

Yu Changchang sighed: "After that year, I will go back to Beijing with you, so the car won't tear me apart."

"Hahahaha, don't think of Shang Yang when you think of reform, it's different." Song Beiyun waved his hands again and again: "We are different from him, we have enough confidence to fight against the upper class."

"What if they force the palace? This is a problem that all dynasties have to face."

"Do you know why the first thing I did was to reopen the opinions of various schools of thought?" Song Beiyun put the cut bacon on top of the dried bamboo shoots and put them in the pot: "The division began since then, and the upper class also has own considerations."

"Confucianism...is it really so unbearable?"

"How come, I am also from Confucianism." Song Beiyun shook his head vigorously and said: "There is a saying in Jianghu that there is nothing wrong with martial arts itself, but the people who practice martial arts are wrong. Whether it is Confucianism or Legalism, it is all about governing the country and the world. The prescription to cure people's hearts, but sometimes it's not right for the disease, and the right prescription can eat the dead."

Yusheng nodded slightly: "After returning to Beijing, I will contact my fellow disciples."

"No." Song Beiyun shook his head: "As long as you meet anyone, you are forming a party for personal gain. You can't let people find your troubles from the perspective of imperial power. The first thing we do when we go up is to put on a posture, give up illusions, and fuck it. "

"Okay." Yusheng nodded seriously: "But you can't tell your mother that she is not young, and you are afraid of worrying about what will happen."

"Am I stupid!?"

Yusheng also laughed, and then the two of them didn't take this matter to heart anymore. They prepared seriously all afternoon, and before the sound of firecrackers at night, they successfully put a table of meals on the table.

Braised mutton, roasted duck, sweet crispy chicken, Bazhen elbow, chestnut stewed meat, steamed bacon with bamboo shoots and other dishes are placed there, and the color, fragrance and taste are all perfect.

The adults are fine, the children couldn't help it at first, but Goudan is a well-mannered person, they have walked around the stage several times like puppies, their greedy looks are extremely cute.

"Don't worry." Song Beiyun stuffed a few lumps of boiled and solidified candy into the mouths of the two older children respectively: "There is one last dish left."

At this time, the card game outside also stopped, and several people came here in turn to wander around. When everyone walked out, they had something stuffed in their mouths. It seemed that they were really hungry.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, because there is no Spring Festival Gala, it's time for the children to perform. The main content of the art performance is poetry recitation and the like. It's not that bad, but it's just everyone having fun together.

After everyone squeezed the children's knowledge reserves endlessly with the threat of red envelopes, the most exciting moment of the fireworks show came.

Song Beiyun led the family to the highest point of Chang'an city against the cold wind, looking at the brightly lit Chang'an.

Soon, the first book of fireworks bloomed in the sky. This bunch of fireworks seemed to open a wonderful box. The fireworks in the whole city followed suit. There are lights all over.

Goudan covered Steel Dan's ears, and Tie Dan yelled at the fireworks in the sky. Everyone seemed very happy. Even though it was a scene they could see every year, they didn't seem to get enough of it. They were as happy as ever.

But at this moment, it should be the bright moon above the sea, and when the world is like neighbors, the foreigners in the city who are not in the Lunar New Year look a little lonely looking at the fireworks in the sky.

They are always at a loss at such times, so the few dark places in the whole city are their settlements.

But soon something they didn't expect happened. Many people living in their neighborhood brought their own dustpans and put the pasta they had made on the front, and cordially invited everyone they could see to celebrate the festive season together. .

And under such enthusiasm, the dark land is gradually shrouded in fireworks. After all, no matter what beliefs or where they are born, human beings have always pursued the same pursuit of beauty.

"Chang'an is for a paradise... for a paradise!"

The street quickly resumed its bustle after the New Year's Eve dinner. Zi Shibu was a little drunk, and she was a little homesick, but her hometown is thousands of miles away, and the mountains and seas cannot be flattened.She had no choice but to get herself drunk, walking in the street staggering, looking a little pitiful.

While admiring Chang'an, she sang songs from her hometown, tears streaming down her face as she sang, showing a state of madness.

But fortunately, Chang'an is not slack in terms of public security even today, and there are still a large group of soldiers on duty patrolling the streets.

And suddenly, the huge fireworks set off by the government appeared outside the city. When the splendor that covered the sky and the sun suddenly dissipated, Zi Shibu, whose face was full of tears, couldn't help raising his head to pay attention until he lost his mind.

"At the end of the new year, the Han people would set off firecrackers to drive away evil spirits. My mother said that in ancient times, there were evil beasts called New Years, and they would go down the mountain to eat people on New Year's Eve, so people used fire to drive away them with crackling noises. , Gradually, this gunpowder firecracker battle is also called firecrackers."

The little princess of the prairie who was eating in the small courtyard listened to her classmate's popular science, with a dazed look on her face. After all, it was her first New Year's Eve here, and she was confused by the noise outside.

While speaking, huge fireworks exploded in the sky, illuminating her youthful face, her eyes twinkled with stars, and her gaze towards the sky was full of envy and hope.

"The grassland can be like this one day, it will definitely be possible."

The peace and bustle of Chang'an makes it hard to think of its run-down three years ago. When Chang'an was just taken over that year, it has long since lost the elegance of a famous capital through the ages. It is like a princess who has been kidnapped and abused. dusty.

But natural beauty is natural beauty after all, when it returns to the hands of those who cherish it, its glory will bloom again after all, people can't help feeling that Chang'an is Chang'an after all.

Today, when the fireworks illuminated the city of Chang'an again, tears filled the eyes of countless old people, because they vaguely saw Chang'an's graceful appearance back then, and the long-lost throbbing hadn't been revealed for many years.

"This city." Song Beiyun said to Fo Baonu with a serious face: "It is the soul of the nation."

Fo Baonu didn't speak, just stood on the bell tower with his hands behind his back and looked at the mountains from a distance: "The mountains and rivers are so beautiful, how can you be willing to hand them over to others."

"Stop it, you're going to argue again." Miao Yan smiled and picked up the child: "I'll take the child to play downstairs, and you will fight again after I leave."

"Tch." Fo Baonu turned his head and glanced at Song Beiyun: "Who cares about arguing with him, I'll go with you."

And Jin Ling'er was lying on the railing: "I have to recite a poem at this time, you are a great talent."

"Then I can only steal one song." Song Beiyun thought for a while: "Let me think about which one is better to steal."

Chapter 660: Snow on February 2, Six Years

It's not yet the new year, but a spring snow has already hit, and Jinling City is wrapped in powder makeup.Although the weather is cold, the Hongwen Museum is full of heat.

A hundred schools of thought have been held for more than ten rounds, and it can be said to be wonderful. Some people even traveled thousands of miles here just to ask and listen to the discussion of the hundred schools of thought.

But when discussing the Dao, there is a voice quietly growing, that is, the New Deal is a wrong policy that harms the foundation of the world, and Song Beiyun and others who proposed the New Deal are the gravediggers of the ancestors.

Some people even dug up the secrets of Song Beiyun's contacts with the leaders of the Liao Kingdom. Some even said that he was not only the chief official of the Song Kingdom, but also a guest of the Liao Kingdom's emperor.

What's more, it was said that Song Beiyun got to the position by bewitching him with evil words, he was just a romantic fool, and those victories were all tricks of a villain, unrefined and ridiculed by the world.

The common people are ignorant. Few of them know Song Beiyun. When they hear this kind of news, they will just spread rumors. Gradually, the voice of crusade against Song Beiyun is getting louder and louder from the people.

"act recklessly."

Zhao Xing took a sip of the tremella soup, put down the bowl, raised his head and said to Yan Shu, "These people actually played this game, it reminded me of a story in the Overseas Classic that Song Gou told me."

"Oh? Officials, let's talk about it." Yan Shu was also holding a bowl of white fungus soup beside him: "What an interesting story that officials will never forget."

Zhao Xing said with a smile: "It's interesting. It is said that among the overseas dynasties, there was a dynasty that proclaimed the Ming Dynasty. It was also a time of alien races and wars. One of the generals guarded the border. The enemy did not dare to attack, but was disturbed by the imperial court. The party impeached him for murdering the border marshal without authorization, negotiating peace with the enemy, and supporting the enemy with rice, and the enemy took the opportunity to carry out rebellion. After that, the emperor of the late Ming Dynasty believed that he had a secret agreement with the enemy and was executed by Ling Chi. His family was displaced for three thousand miles, and The family property was confiscated. After that, there was no guard on the border, no defense in the city, the enemy drove straight into the capital, and the last emperor hanged himself on a tree with a crooked neck."

After Zhao Xing finished speaking, he pointed to the vigorous crooked-neck tree outside the window: "Here, I planted that tree because of this story, and it is as graceful as a canopy now."

"Hahahaha, it's interesting." Yan Shu also laughed: "But I never thought that today's officials have become involved in this matter."

"Hahahahahaha..." Zhao Xing laughed non-stop, but his face suddenly changed after he hammered the table: "Do these people really think that I am a foolish king? But these people can be seen. The crows are really black, and there is nothing like it in ancient and modern China and abroad. Hmph, I want to be the king of subjugation. Alright, let's see whose knife is sharper."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Xing threw the porcelain bowl on the ground: "Huang Youwei!"

There was the spy Huang Youwei, the head of the four kings of Hades, who bowed to see him. Zhao Xing raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "You and Bai Nian'an were both trained by Song Beiyun. Now is the time to see what you are capable of. Go , let me find out, who is behind the fanning the flames."

"Wait a minute, officials...you must not interfere in this matter."

"It's all bullied on me, if you don't intervene, then what's the fun of being an emperor." Zhao Xing snorted coldly and said: "Huang Youwei, please remember one thing, if you let me know that you are hiding the truth, go It will be Song Beiyun himself who will investigate later, understand?"

Huang Youwei lowered his head and said solemnly: "Understood."

In fact, even without Zhao Xing's words, this Huang Youwei didn't dare to play tricks. He is not a vegetarian, but none of the Four King Kong are vegetarians. Let those elder brothers know about the affairs of the official family, and then let Mr. Song hear it, then it is not as simple as an uncertain future.

The secret agent retreated, Zhao Xing sat on the dragon chair and sank like water, he was no longer the young emperor with a clear face when encountering things, now he is in control of one of the most powerful poles, the most powerful and prosperous in the world The Song Dynasty has his own determination in his heart.

It's true that he can't go out and wade through this muddy water in person now, but he is the emperor, so he can't be kept in the dark after all, right?

Even Song Beiyun's annual plans, financial reports and audit results would be presented to him immediately, but these bastards dared to play this trick with him?

I really think I'm living too long.

Yan Shu also felt a little pressure from the side. He got up and said, "Officials, there has been no movement in Chang'an for a long time. What countermeasures do you think there will be?"

"That dog thing!"

Zhao Xing mentioned that Song Beiyun was funny and angry: "He sent me a New Year's brochure to pay New Year's greetings, but he didn't mention it at all. I guess he didn't take it to heart at all!"

"That means there is a countermeasure."

"If you have a countermeasure, you should discuss it with me? Don't talk, pretend to be a master?"

Yan Shu didn't know what to say, so he just sighed and said, "Don't you know how aggressive he is?"

"That's a good thing. After I come back, I will give him fifteen beauties from foreign countries, and let him write a report on my experience!" Zhao Xing rolled up his sleeves: "I can't cure him yet."

Not to mention, Song Beiyun himself really didn't pay much attention to this matter. These days, he took his children to play everywhere, such as spring fairs and temple fairs, etc. He took his children around a lot.

Today, Fo Baonu, a fanatic, called his family to burn incense in the temple again. As a firm atheist, he naturally refused to go, so he sat at home and stared at Yusheng. chess.

Qiaoqiao is working overtime because a batch of models will be produced next year, and the family has only this little Lianzhuang trio left untouched.

"Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao."

"Yelling, shouting all day long, I'm busy." Qiaoqiao poked her head out: "Don't call me if you have nothing to do."

Now Qiaoqiao wears a pair of glasses, her hair is also messy, and she looks very irritable, because there are 22 countries in the Western Regions who ordered a batch of clothes for the garment workshop in Chang'an. The cultural characteristics must be different from the previous styles.

This is a super big order. Those local tyrants in the Western Regions used mineral resources as currency, and they spent a lot of money. A piece of clothing can net more than 200 yuan. With this set of orders, Qiao Qiao and Zuo Rou can become the number one in the world. The woman is a rich man, so even if she is pretty during the Chinese New Year, she doesn't miss a few days of leisure.

"Isn't it enough to shout at you?" Song Beiyun raised the chess piece: "The version of the new military uniform I told you before, have you played it? It will be changed after the next year."

Qiaoqiao opened the door with a bang, walked out and put a lot of blueprints on the board: "Choose by yourself, call me when you're done."

"Look at you, you've been provoking Qiaoqiao all day long." Yusheng bent down and picked up the scattered drawings and handed them to Song Beiyun: "She's so busy."

"It's not that she won't give her money for the order." Song Beiyun picked up the pattern and looked at it carefully.

There are about forty or fifty drawings here, in different styles.Qiaoqiao is now a leading designer. After years of study, she can handle everything from pavilions and pavilions to small clothes, shoes and hats.

And her design is actually very good at taking into account the practicality. Most of these military uniforms are equipped with belts, and the belts are mostly cable-stayed designs, which can hang many carry-on equipment and wear more food.

In terms of fabrics, most of them are made of cotton cloth, because cotton cloth is relatively wear-resistant and more sweat-absorbent and breathable, and the button design is easy to replace and wear.

"No, they're not handsome enough." Song Beiyun touched his chin and said after a long silence, "It's still a bit cumbersome. Military uniforms should be simple, convenient and durable, and there are too many flashy designs in them."

Yusheng shook his head and said, "Why don't you come in person? I remember that you are also good at drawing."

"The key question is... If I really use my design, the current tools can't make it."

"How do you know if you don't try?"