Song Beiyun

Instigate farmers?That's also hard.Many scholars have been sent from above to implement the policy of enlightening the wisdom of the people. If the people want to cause chaos, I am afraid that the imperial court will come before the weather is ready.

"Brother! You should say something."

Feng Hui sighed softly, paused the crutch in his hand on the ground, raised his eyes to look at his younger brother, opened his mouth but did not speak.

"Second, I heard that there is only one queen and one concubine in the current official family?" Feng Hui raised his head and pondered for a moment: "It's better..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door from outside, Feng Hui nodded: "Come in."

The butler hurried in and said out of breath, "Master, there are many officers and soldiers surrounding our house outside."

Feng Hui stared: "Is there another matter? Can you tell them whose house this is?"

"I said it, but they didn't respond at all." The housekeeper was about to cry: "Master, why don't you go through the back door first."

"Where to go, follow me to meet them!"

After all, Feng Hui was an old Jiang Hu who had seen the storm, he came to the living room with a cane, and ordered the housekeeper to inform the man who led the soldiers.

The butler walked out obediently, opened the door and asked: "The master said, please explain the matter to me."

At this time, the curtain of a sedan chair next to him opened a crack: "Let him come to see me and give you a cup of tea."

The arrogance of the attitude and the tough tone of these words made the blood of the butler of the Feng family rush to his head, but seeing the well-armed elite soldiers around him, he didn't dare to act rashly, he just speeded up. He picked up his pace and returned to the courtyard.

"Master, that's what people outside say..."

After Feng Hui heard this, he gave a heavy pause with his crutch in his hand: "Is there anyone else in the world who dares to talk to this old man like that?"

"master……"

"Then go and tell him that the old man's legs and feet are inconvenient, so I'm sorry."

"Yes... sir."

This time the official walked over with a sad face and announced this sentence, but the person in the sedan chair said: "If I are allowed to enter the house, the price will be different. I hope the Feng family will think twice."

After passing the news back and forth, Feng Hui's expression became strange. He couldn't imagine who would dare to talk to him like this. Even today's emperor would not treat him like this.

Could it be that the person who came was Prince Fu?It's not right, Fu Wang and himself are old acquaintances, although they are not very familiar with each other, they can't talk like this.

"Brother, when have we ever been so bird-like? I'll go and talk to them, they are also worthy of negotiating conditions with our family? Let that hairless little emperor come to see how we look!"

"Bastard!"

Feng Hui's crutches thumped again, making a loud noise: "Slap!"

The seemingly irritable second brother knew he had said the wrong thing even though he looked reluctant. He slapped himself three times in the face, and then looked at Feng Hui: "Brother, I'm going to swallow this grievance anyway. If we don’t go on, at worst we will take the guards and fight out, and when we reach Jiangdong, it will be our territory, at worst we can buy some soldiers and horses, at worst we will go against him.”

Feng Hui silently raised his head and glanced at this silly brother, then shook his head lightly: "These words fall into the ears of others, so you will be sent to Lingchi."

"Brother, but..."

"Stop talking." Feng Hui handed the crutch to the housekeeper: "Go ahead, just say that the old man's legs and feet are really inconvenient, and this late emperor's crutch will be used as proof."

"Good sir."

Soon the crutches were handed in along the window of the sedan chair, and the person inside chuckled lightly, and walked out as soon as he lifted the curtain.

The butler saw that he was a boy in his twenties, dressed in green clothes and dressed as a scholar.

He was a little confused, isn't this just a commoner scholar?How can there be such a big breath?And lead an army?

And Song Beiyun got off the sedan chair, held his cane in his hand and walked straight into the courtyard. After entering, he realized that this place was a big mansion, no wonder it was said to be a thousand-year-old rich family.Just from the gate to the main hall, you have to go through six gates, and each gate is a courtyard. Before the main hall, there are servants and maidservants, and behind the main hall is the master's house.

Only servants and maids live in six courtyards, admiring them, the size is simply a small palace.

He followed the butler and walked slowly here, and servants appeared around him from time to time, then turned around and disappeared among the layers of houses.

"My lord, this way please."

"The place is really grand." Song Beiyun said with a smile, "We're almost catching up with the imperial palace."

The butler suddenly thumped in his heart. He has been in this kind of big family for a long time, and he is used to considering every word. The meaning in this sentence is actually enough to make people tremble. Maybe it's just a joke to flatter, but the current situation and the heavy soldiers outside the door all show that this sentence will lead to a fatal disaster!

"Don't dare dare... The master's family has lived here for generations, and it has been expanded over the years. It dare not compare with the imperial palace."

Song Beiyun smiled, but said nothing.After all, people from this family are different from those upstarts. Even if they are servants of the official family, they seem to have something in their stomachs.However, it is this group of people who are the most difficult to deal with. They have no shortage of money, connections or knowledge, and it is extremely troublesome to deal with them.

But as Song Beiyun said, the top aristocratic families should become allies, because only in this way can they better gather those huge resources.

As for this kind of upper-class people, they will be of great use in the future.

Song Beiyun entered the living room, saw Feng Hui on the main seat, and a man blowing his beard and staring at him, but he was not polite at all. He raised his hand and bowed to Feng Hui: "Old Mr. Feng, I have admired your name for a long time."

Feng Hui looked this young man up and down, seeing that he was dressed in civilian clothes, aged 24 or [-], his eyes were full of arrogance, and there was a murderous look between his brows.As a person who was about to mature, he immediately searched for a name worthy of the number in his mind.

After turning around quickly, he was almost sure who the young man in front of him was.

Feng Hui nodded towards him: "Sure enough, talented people from Jiangshan came out from generation to generation. Mr. Song, please sit down."

Song Beiyun was not at all surprised that the old man knew his identity for the first time and did not appear surprised. He had already done his homework before coming here. Usually, children from such aristocratic families are not simple things, not the dandies who run around the capital Comparable, this is a family's hundreds of years of accumulation, and it takes more effort to cultivate such a patriarch than ten champions.

"Mr. Feng, since you know who I am, I don't need to say more about why I'm here." Song Beiyun took a sip of the tea he just brought: "I've always heard that the Feng family is loyal and patriotic, but now that the country is in trouble, it's time to invite Mr. Feng Out of the mountain."

As soon as he finished speaking, the second child next to him suddenly jumped up and scolded: "This is your gesture of inviting people? How dare you send troops to surround my yard?"

Song Beiyun didn't even look at him, just glanced at him with a smile on his face, Feng Hui immediately understood: "Go down! It's not your turn to talk here."

"But, brother..."

"Go down!" Feng Hui patted the armrest of the chair vigorously: "Is it because I can't speak well?"

The second child snorted coldly, flung off his sleeves and left.

"My younger brother has a strong temper, so it's really offending." Feng Hui held back his grievances and apologized to the young man who was 30 years younger than himself: "Master Song came here this time, I really don't know why."

Song Beiyun put down the teacup and lifted the hem of his gown: "Mr. Feng, don't panic, I don't mean any harm. I just want Mr. Feng to help appease the gentry in Huguang."

"Do you still need to appease? Master Song, once Ling Chi's law comes out, who would dare not follow?" Feng Hui chuckled and said, "Let's not talk about them, even the old man, the idle cloud wild crane, was shocked by Master Song's sharp knife to cut the mess. sleepy."

"Hahahaha, Mr. Feng was joking. Who knows that in this land of lakes and wide, the emperor's words may not be easy to use, but your Mr. Feng's words will certainly be useful."

Feng Hui's eyes suddenly widened, staring fixedly at Song Beiyun: "Master Song, it's not appropriate to say that, how can I be so capable."

"I think Mr. Feng has this ability." Song Beiyun raised his eyes and looked at each other: "And not only this ability."

Chapter 679: On April 4th, Six Years

Above the living room, the atmosphere was cold.

The first confrontation between the old fox and the young hunter started here. The seemingly ordinary dialogue was hidden murderous intentions. The old fox knew clearly that as long as he said a wrong sentence, it might lead to death. This young man is definitely not a soft-hearted person.

"The old man is just a reclusive person, working hard to maintain the livelihood of the family, why bother? Why bother?"

"Mr. Feng is humble. After Li Tang, the world's aristocratic families withered and the gentry grew stronger. Among the Wu family in Jiangnan, the Zhou family in Lingnan, the Feng family in Huguang, and the Yin family in Bashu, your Feng family is the oldest and deepest. No surprise."

Feng Hui's eyelids dropped slightly: "That's not right, Mr. Song. You didn't count the Xu family in Jiangxi."

"The Xu family in Jiangxi?" Song Beiyun raised his eyebrows lightly: "It's just a family with less than a hundred acres of registered land, what can we do?"

Feng Hui thumped in his heart, and quickly raised his eyelids: "The Xu family is less than a hundred acres?"

"To be precise, it is 75 mu of land." Song Beiyun said with a smile: "The rest are mostly factories, workshops, etc. Farms, farms, and tea gardens are rented royal land for farming."

The Feng family's land is more than [-] mu. If you want to sum it up in detail, the Feng family's land is definitely more than one million mu. Although it looks scattered, it will only be more and not less.

He once thought that his methods were sound and comprehensive, and that there was another Xu family in front of him who could stand up to him, but now it seemed that his actions were all under the eyes of the court, and the Xu family was really absolutely...absolutely!

Normally speaking, with the background and capital of the Xu family, it is impossible for them to only have 75 mu of land. The only possibility is that they got the news early and resold the land. It doesn’t matter who they sell to. Anyway, they have 75 mu of land now. That is, a better level of wealthy households.

And Song Beiyun was also laughing in his heart. How could he, Song Beiyun, let these people get caught in his work? Since the beginning of the public-private partnership, the Xu family's land has been gradually transferred to the royal family with the land, and then the royal family leased it. Lease the land to the Xu family for farming, and then draw two taxes to the treasury, which balances the flow of funds.

handle?Impossible, [-]% of the annual revenue goes to the treasury, and there is nothing wrong with the king of heaven.And this kind of tax rate is only paid by the Xu family, the son of the household department.Whoever wants to touch him, Hubu Shangshu can jump out and eat him alive.

After the reform, such a tax system will be widely spread. The renter and operator will pay a part of the tax, and the household department will pay a part of the tax for itself, and the tax will be flattened.

As for the good and bad, let’s not mention it, anyway, at least the Xu family’s side is using it well, and the treasury’s side feels great too.

"Mr. Feng, you should know about the reforms in the court, right?" Song Beiyun took the initiative to break the silence: "Actually, for a big family like Mr. Feng, the court will not treat you badly, and the world depends on someone like Mr. Feng who understands righteousness. to maintain."

Feng Hui pursed his lips and didn't speak for a while, but his eyes were rolling around. Song Beiyun didn't rush, drinking tea quietly and watching the housekeeper add water for him.

"The purpose of Mr. Song's visit, the old man understands. Can I allow the old man to discuss with the family?"

"That's natural." Song Beiyun got up: "I will come again in three days, and I look forward to hearing good news from Mr. Feng."

Song Beiyun left, but Feng Hui was sitting on a chair sweating. Song Beiyun didn't make a request today, but he made it clear.

In such a brief conversation just now, Feng Hui already felt that he was facing a giant beast that ate people without spitting out its bones.

The meaning of the imperial court is actually very clear. Simply put, "you can do what you want with the Xu family, and leave you a hundred acres of land to prevent future generations from starving to death."

As for the rest, those that should be handed in should be handed over, and those that should be sold should be sold.As for the buying and selling price, you have to follow the rules of the imperial court. Want to raise the price on the ground?There is no door either.

Not only do they have to do it, but they also have to lead a group of fans to support the national policy.After all, Mr. Feng is powerful, Mr. Feng can influence national policy, and Mr. Feng has all-hands and eyes.

Should Mr. Feng be killed?

The other party has already specified the ending, and these three days are the time for the Feng family to choose. They can rebel or surrender, and they don't care.After all, the soldiers who came today have already told Feng Hui: We are not unprepared to rebel.

Every road is blocked, and the rest is his own choice, and even this choice is a choice arranged by others.

I'm aggrieved, really aggrieved.It is said that the court will not be wronged, but what if it is really wronged?People have guns in their hands!

This kind of thing can't be a win-win situation, one party's vitality will be seriously injured, so if one party has a gun and the other doesn't have a gun, who will be hurt?

And Song Beiyun had agreed for three days, so he had to wait for another three days. He returned to Jiangcheng in the dark, ate something, and then began to write.

Until around eight or nine o'clock in the evening, he stretched himself and got up to find Yan Shu.

Yan Shu was writing words at the window watching the moonlight, but no matter how he wrote, he felt that the words didn't convey the meaning, and he felt a little irritable in his heart.

It just so happened that Song Beiyun came over to play with him at this moment, and he handed over the words on the paper: "Look at this word, it makes you feel uncomfortable."

"Think slowly." Song Beiyun held a deck of poker: "Come and play."

"What new tricks have you done?"

Song Beiyun chuckled, "I'll teach you the words."

"What word?"

"Game."

Yan Shu scratched his head: "Are you bullying me out of my mind?"

"No, have you ever considered what is the core of the game?"

Song Beiyun sat cross-legged on the low couch, and began to shuffle the cards: "Today, I will first tell you what game is."

In fact, Song Beiyun's core theory of struggle is several major game types, and the opponent has no parry at the beginning with three tricks.

To talk about games, one must explain to Yan Shu from game theory, and then refine it to various types of games, among which zero-sum games and non-zero-sum games are more important links.And then it is derived that the key is not to use the "optimal way", but to go out of the "way that is most likely to defeat the opponent".

Of course, the course on game cannot be finished in one night, but Yan Shu is so smart. Although he was artificially degraded due to experience during this period of time, many things are like a layer of cellophane to him. One hit broke the barrier.

For a top smart person, it is enough to come up with a concept. Sometimes even Song Beiyun has to admit that the world is uneven. If you only talk about IQ, it is not as sure as Zhang Qing. She is a peerless genius. Some time ago, because of the need to determine the time division, I have begun to toss various conceptual formulas.As for other people, Yan Shu might also be one of the people he couldn't compare to.

"Why is such a complicated thing so simple in your mouth?" Yan Shu spread the playing cards on the table: "So everything that wins or loses is a zero-sum game, right?"

"If it's in a casino, it's a positive-sum game, and there's no winner. Because the casino has to rake in money." Song Beiyun smiled and said, "You understand what I mean? It's like a war between two countries. I sell arms, and they all lose. In the end they fought for me."

Yan Shu gave a thumbs up: "Let me think about it again. How did you go to Feng's house today?"

Song Beiyun conveyed Feng Hui's intentions to Yan Shu, and he must have been shaken by the sum of the two.Because Feng Hui is an old fox, he naturally wants to do everything possible to keep the foundation of his family.

But here is the problem. He is now caught in the vicious circle of negotiating with Song Beiyun, but in fact he is absolutely impossible to win, because no matter what he chooses, he will walk into the pre-set area.

This is an application of a non-zero-sum game. Feng Hui will definitely lose, but it depends on how much he loses now.

negotiation?Negotiations can only be started when it is determined that he has failed. It is not so much a negotiation as a bargaining.

However, bargaining is only within the scope of permission, and the final initiative and decision-making are still in the hands of Song Beiyun.

This is called mastering the situation.

In other words, I have the ability to have a good talk with you and the chips to turn the table, but you are nothing.

"If we hadn't gone industrialized at the beginning, and hadn't reformed the official position and military system, guess what will happen to us now."

"Hahahaha..." Yan Shu went to the bed: "I heard that a certain father-in-law of yours is still in Qiongzhou, right?"

Song Beiyun also laughed: "You can go and see for me, my words are basically buried in a mass grave."

"It took you so many years to set up a big picture."