Song Beiyun

Not long after, a real monk came out from the inside. He clasped his hands together after seeing Song Beiyun: "Master Song, long time no see."

"Eat the whole banana."

The monk smiled, turned around and entered the glass greenhouse, and when he walked out, he already had a bunch of bananas in his hand, the yellow color was so cute.

Song Beiyun peeled one and put it in his mouth, he frowned and said, "It's still bitter."

"Yes, Mr. Song. This is the third generation of improvement. Since the Nanyang merchants brought this kind of thing, the improvement of the three generations has been like this, but compared with the past, this is much more delicious."

"Or the whole coconut..."

The monk brought two coconuts and handed them to Zhao Cheng and Song Beiyun, and specially got them two straws to drink the coconut juice.

After Zhao Cheng took the coconut, she started to wander around the courtyard, because she had never seen it before, and everything she saw was fresh.

"Monk, there may be a severe drought this year, what can you do?" Song Beiyun sat on the edge of the sky in the experimental field, sipping coconut juice and said, "Have you screened out the drought-resistant wheat?"

Speaking of this, the monk took out a steel box with three locks from the side. After opening the inner three layers and the outer three layers, there were a lot of wheat seeds inside.It's just that these wheat seeds are more than twice the size of common wheat seeds.

"Last year, I asked the people from the Tuntian Division to search around Huguang, Jiangxi, and the Central Plains, and found these special wheat and rice seeds. These seeds are only one in a hundred thousand. I plan to use this seed and common seeds. Pollinate each other and see if you can get high-yielding, drought-tolerant varieties."

"This will take many years, right?"

The monk laughed: "The Jiangxi farm has reclaimed 30 mu and planted it all. This summer will be the harvest time."

After finishing speaking, he took out two glass jars, which contained one ear of rice and one ear of wheat, both in size and density, which were much higher than the common varieties.

But when he raised his hand back, Song Beiyun turned his head to look, only to find that in a big house not far away, there were densely packed with samples of various grains.

"The food that can be found in the land of China is all in it." The monk was a little proud: "The next step is to carefully identify and distinguish."

Song Beiyun got up and came to the door of the house. He was shocked at the first glance: "Is... so many?"

"Thank you, Mr. Song. When the money arrives, you will have everything. The food in this room costs nearly 30 guan."

Song Beiyun crossed his waist and took a deep breath: "Do it, no matter how much money you have, just do it! Money is not a problem, just tell me what you lack. But I want to set a goal for you. In 20 years, the entire population of China may reach [-] million. Can you feed these people!"

The monk took a deep breath: "I'm afraid this is more than merit..."

"You're the Tathagata Buddha." Song Beiyun put his hands on his hips: "Where's Tianzhu rice? It's been a few years, and there's no movement?"

"Huh?" The monk was taken aback, "Master Song doesn't know?"

"I don't know what?"

"Tianzhu rice has been fully planted in Qiongzhou and Leizhou, as well as sugarcane and sugar beets."

"Then let me ask you, how much food have you prepared for this year's famine?"

The monk's smile suddenly brightened: "Tuntian Division?"

"Ah."

"From this moment on, Da Song will no longer produce granular grains. The grain in the Tuntian Division's warehouse is enough to feed the entire Da Song for three years. But you have to save some, as wine making is not enough."

Xiao Song was taken aback: "You lied, but you will go to hell with your tongue pulled out."

"Monks don't lie."

Chapter 670: Sunny September 5, Six Years

The Tuntian Division was the first department to leave Song Beiyun's hands. It has never been valued by people, and its funds are not linked to the Ministry of Household Affairs. Part of it is paid by the royal internal treasury, and the rest is funded by private funds.

Private funds are actually just three major sectors, one is the Princess Fund, Xu Li and other institutions of the Northern Song Dynasty, and the other is to absorb the rest of the private capital into it, but these are all small heads, because the business of the Tuntian Division still includes melons. In industries such as fruits and vegetables, grain, meat, eggs, and milk, except for food, which is strictly controlled by the state system, most of the rest enter the market for operation, and the imperial court only has pricing power in this regard without unnecessary intervention.

But even Song Beiyun didn't expect that the Tuntian Division could hoard so much food in a few years. After looking through the Tuntian Division's accounts, he was surprised to find that these people really did whatever they wanted with their money.

In Jiangxi, along the circle of Poyang Lake, 110 million mu of land was reclaimed, and in Ganzhou, Meizhou and other places further down, a total of nearly 400 million mu of land was reclaimed.

This is only the land of one province. When the whole country is added up, the wasteland reclaimed by the Guangtuntian Division has been equal to about [-]% of the original cultivated land area in recent years.

That's all, they also buy food frantically from all places where they can import food. All kinds of food are needed and they can only get in and out. After the replacement of new and old food every year, there will be a lot more on the market All kinds of wine were sold to other countries in Song Dynasty when they couldn't digest them all, and then they were exchanged for more grain, and the wine leftovers were mixed with green materials and cooked to feed livestock.

If there is any department that has completed Song Beiyun's planned goal ahead of schedule, it must be Tuntian Division. Maybe this monk has a memory of being tortured by hunger in his bones. He is particularly concerned about food. In the current situation, as long as all the granaries of the Tuntian Division across the country are opened, the grain on the market will be hit to the point that it is not as good as bran.

"Yes, yes, I think this year's Song Beiyun Science and Technology Award belongs to you." Song Beiyun laughed: "You are too good at it."

"It's just that I can't see the suffering in the world." The monk clasped his hands together: "Walk in the world, but ask for a clear conscience."

Money, of course, was spent a lot.No wonder Song Beiyun said that the business has been doing well in the past few years, but there is not much money in the account. It seems that it is all here now, but this is not something that can be measured by money.

Walking around in the Tuntian Division, Song Beiyun was quite impressed. This Tuntian Division is actually a highly confidential organization. It looks like a farming department, but they are only directly responsible to the central. In other words, the chief of the Tuntian Division is Those who don't need to look at the face of anyone other than the emperor and the prime minister have a high degree of autonomy.

In addition to the independence of power, the core of their content is also confidential. Seeds, fertilizers, production, etc. cannot be described to anyone, and they cannot even tell their family members the specific work content.

Even many people in Tuntian Division couldn't understand this point, but since Song Beiyun made this rule, he naturally had his reasons.Because there are too many secrets in this field, food is the real lifeblood.

Judging from the current situation, if there are no earth-shattering discoveries or inventions this year, the Song Beiyun Science and Technology Award will theoretically fall on the head of the monk.As long as his polyploid rice and wheat are successful, Da Song can open a separate temple for him.

After letting go of his hanging heart, Song Beiyun also became more brisk, wandering around in the huge botanical garden, there is no shortage of food and drink, and there are rivers for him to fish.

"What worries me the most is the famine after the natural disaster. Now that you are here, it will solve my urgent need." While fishing, Song Beiyun said to the monk beside him: "Monk, you have made a great contribution this time. What's the matter?" Is there a request?"

The monk who was meditating opened his eyes and glanced at Song Beiyun, then grabbed his monk robe with his hands: "My clothes are a bit torn, can I change into new ones?"

"That's it?"

"That's it."

Song Beiyun laughed loudly: "I think if there is a bodhisattva, it should be like you. The temples are all fake bodhisattvas."

"Your Majesty Song said carefully, a little monk should not be like this, and a Bodhisattva is not that bad. It's just that the monstrous monk ruined the reputation of the Bodhisattva." The monk opened his eyes and looked at the sunset in the distance: "The Bodhisattva never cares."

When I meet such great and upright people, I admire them, but this group of people is really boring. They don’t have any messy desires in their hearts. Apart from professional knowledge, it was just nonsense, so Song Beiyun felt bored after chatting for a while, and serious fishing was the right way.

But while fishing, it was already dark, and he realized a problem only after collecting the fishing rod, and slapped his butt: "It's over...I forgot about Zhao Cheng!"

The "Botanical Garden" of the Tuntian Division is nearly 20 mu in size. In order to greatly restore the water and soil in various places, there are mountains, water, greenhouses, swamps and cesspit. It is really a cesspit for Zhao Cheng to drown. It is really impossible to explain.

So he hurriedly searched everywhere, and finally found Zhao Cheng, only to find that she had already fallen asleep lying on a small slope where hay was piled up, with half an unfinished fruit in her hand.

"I'm afraid it's cold?" Song Beiyun went forward to check his breath, and found that he was still breathing, but just fell asleep, so he let go of his hanging heart.

"Monk."

"What is Master Song's order?"

Song Beiyun looked at the night and said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to make it back today, so go find someone to arrange food, and clean up two clean rooms. I'll be staying here tonight."

"Okay. Is Mr. Song fasting?"

"No." Song Beiyun smiled and said, "The chickens, ducks, fish, pigs, cattle and sheep you raise, are you reluctant to eat them?"

"Little monk, there are things more delicious than meat."

"Then..." Xiao Song thought for a while: "Then try vegetarian food?"

The monk smiled with satisfaction, turned and left.He left Song Beiyun and the sleeping Zhao Cheng here.

"Woke up."

Song Beiyun poked Zhao Cheng's face: "If I don't get up again, I will leave."

Zhao Cheng, who had been tossed a lot, opened her eyes and sat up in a daze. She felt that she hadn't slept in such a peaceful sleep for a long time. Lying here, I wanted to take a nap but somehow fell asleep amidst the birdsong, I didn't want to wake up now but it was already this time.

"Go, let's eat."

Zhao Cheng stood up slowly, looked down at the half of the fruit left in his hand, and wondered if his mind was still in a state of confusion, so he raised his hand and continued to take a bite.

Song Beiyun glanced at her: "Are you happy here today?"

Zhao Cheng thought about the time he spent here alone in the afternoon, which was actually pretty good. Although the scenery here is not beautiful, it is a good place where no one is disturbed. Although there are no cranes, phoenixes, etc. floating around, However, the ground is full of chickens and ducks, the sound of water is gurgling, and there are people grazing on the hills around, which has the atmosphere of returning to the countryside.

It's just that a good day ended when I saw Song Beiyun, and my good mood suddenly turned bad.

"If you don't answer, you won't answer. You are very hypocritical."

Song Beiyun briskly carried this strange old woman to the outside of the monk's hut.Don't look at the money in the monk's hand is transferred by tens of millions, his hut is really broken. Looking at the shape, Song Beiyun even suspects that he built it himself. There is still yellow mud on the outside of the wall. Why? It seems that people with this status will live there.

But it is not surprising, if everything is normal, a great era will come soon, and a great era must be formed by a group of great people, and this monk is one of the lights.

As for Song Beiyun himself, he can't do this. After all, he still has some pursuit of life, and it's not good to be too fragmented.

When they walked into the courtyard, they saw the monk sitting at the stone table and cooking. There was a large casserole on top of a small red clay stove, in which tofu, bean sprouts and various mushrooms were stewed.

When the monk saw them coming, he got up and made a gesture, and then sat down to serve Song Beiyun with soup and rice.

The rice is not the usual big rice, there are a lot of things in it, there are pumpkins, taro and some red rice, it still looks good.

After taking a sip of the soup, Song Beiyun nodded and said, "You still know how to eat it, Monk. Soup made from bean sprouts, tofu, yuba, mushroom stalks, dried bamboo shoots, plus several kinds of mushrooms, right?"

"Master Song seems to be a person who likes to have a bite."

"Who doesn't like to eat, it's just that I've been busy recently, and I don't have time to cook by myself."

The monk smiled and moved out another stove from the side. The stove was glowing red, and a bluestone board was placed on it. Then the monk brushed the oil on it. When the temperature came up, he flattened the steamed glutinous rice on the stove with a spoon. Sprinkle salt and a little sesame on the stone slab, and when the burnt smell came, the monk scooped up the large piece of crispy rice, and broke it into a large bowl.

Song Beiyun took a piece and took a bite, then soaked it in the soup, the taste was rich and fragrant.

And Zhao Cheng saw that he was eating deliciously, and he had been around for a long time, and he hadn't eaten properly for a long time. Now he felt a little hungry, so he started to eat like Song Beiyun.

But after eating it, she couldn’t stop eating it. The ultimate version of vegetarian soup with burnt glutinous rice is not a delicacy that a hungry human can resist, but she wanted to eat it and was worried that Song Beiyun would make a joke, so she had no choice but to eat it little by little. , While eating, he was also guarding against the Song dog in front of him.

"It would be perfect to have a piece of braised pork at this time." Song Beiyun thought for a while: "Monk, bring the whole piece of meat."

The monk's expression froze, and he looked at Song Beiyun with a wry smile: "My lord, I am a monk..."

"Oh, then you just have to watch."

Song Beiyun's addiction to cooking has come, and no one can stop it. He went out and asked the guards to get a piece of pork belly with skin and three layers of pork belly. The spices are pure meat, sauce, and stewed with vegetarian broth. After the juice is collected in the casserole, it becomes a round and clear original braised pork. The chopsticks tremble, and the fat meat is sipped with your mouth. The feeling of melting is really a pleasure.

After this thing came up, Zhao Cheng couldn't hold back anymore. She never thought that Song Beiyun's cooking could be so delicious. She just looked very quiet like that and chatted with her chopsticks. After a while, her mouth was full It is oil.

"Monk, don't you want to eat a piece?"

"It's not that I don't want to eat it." The monk waved his hand with a smile and said, "I would try it before, but I ate something fatty and meaty, so..."

"Diarrhea, right? Hahahaha." Song Beiyun picked up a piece of meat: "You, just eat less, just eat more. By the way, what kind of canned food do you have here?"

Chapter 671: On June 6th, Six Years, the Sunny Internaxionell Will Come True

There are many varieties of canned food. Ever since he learned the high-temperature method and the sugar immersion method, the monk can't wait to make everything he can think of into canned food.

Fruits and vegetables are the most common, and there are even canned meat, canned meat in glass bottles, and food that is steamed with minced meat, flour and salt, similar to luncheon meat.

Quite a few of them have already done quality assurance tests on the display cabinets, and the variety is outrageous.

"Master Song, you have more than a year's supply of dry food."

"Oh?"

Song Beiyun opened the glass jar, and immediately a smell of oil wafted out of it, which made people uncomfortable, but he still took a piece and put it in his mouth to try it.

"It's still edible, but it's not delicious." Song Beiyun thought for a while: "Next time, reduce the proportion of oil and add more sugar. The storage time should be longer."

Don’t underestimate these cans. These will be used in various fields in the future. Although they are inconspicuous little things, whether they are marching or fighting, or ocean transportation, as long as there are people, food is needed, and the longer the journey The more advanced the preservation function of food is, the vast majority of preservation techniques are still primitive, such as preservation with salt, brine, and air-drying.

But this will easily destroy its nutritional components, especially the destruction of vitamins, which is how scurvy at sea occurs.

Therefore, the mass production and application of canned food is pre-developed for future development, which is an indispensable technical reserve.

And Zhao Cheng really looked fresh. Although she had already eaten a lot, she still couldn't hold back her curiosity. She picked out a can of orange syrup from the fresh can, opened it and took a sip, and the fresh orange taste burst out immediately. On the throat, the greasy braised pork just washed away without a trace.

The sugar water is sweet and the oranges are sweet and slightly sour. This is obviously in line with the tastes of most girls. Zhao Cheng took the two cans and hid aside to eat. Although Song Beiyun saw it, he didn't take it seriously and just continued talking to the monk They exchanged: "The Eastern Navy will have an ocean trip after the typhoon season this autumn, and they will not be able to return until next spring. Can you let them eat these?"

"Undoubtedly." The monk picked up a canned peach: "Seasonal fruits and vegetables, meat and other things, if you need to say hello a month in advance, Tuntian Division's factory can prepare them."

Song Beiyun has never been very worried about such things as returning the soil to the Song Dynasty. Instead, he is most concerned about these details. Industry is his serious job, and kingship is not his favorite.

Now with the development of time, the first stage of the senior talent reserve plan is about to be completed. Looking at it now, the Song Dynasty is just a step away from the industrial revolution, but now bypassing the bloody accumulation stage of capitalism, the Song Dynasty, Whether the industrial revolution that changed human history can be carried out perfectly is actually impossible for Song Beiyun to foresee. All he can do is to prepare all the necessary things and leave the rest to God.

If the industrial revolution can be completed logically, then the next ten years will be the key point for the Song Dynasty, China, and East Asia to take off.

The working people in the monster room in East Asia are not joking. They are a group of powerful people who can be overlords if they are thrown elsewhere. As long as this fuse is ignited, Song Beiyun will be done waiting to see the index soar.

Early the next morning, Song Beiyun returned to Daxiangguo Temple. When he was about to wash up, he found that he seemed to have forgotten Zhao Cheng there again.

No, King Fu is here.

"Oh, I forgot about her..." Song Beiyun hurriedly dressed, "I'll pick her up."

King Fu stopped him: "Is she happy there?"

"That's very happy. For one meal last night, she ate more than half a catty of meat, drank two bowls of soup, and ate a large piece of crispy rice. After eating, she opened three cans of canned food. She ate like a pig."