Song Beiyun

At this moment, the boss came over, took out a piece of candy from his pocket and stuffed it into the mouth of the third child, then took the tool from the hand of the third child: "You take a rest, I will help you."

"Can't help." Song Beiyun came over and knocked on the third child: "It's okay to go faster and slower, but you have to do your job!"

Seeing the stern father, the third child's tears began to roll in his eyes, and his voice became hoarse, but he held back so that he could not cry out. In these days, he has become very clear that in this place, in this place, Crying in front of the father not only has no effect, but also brings different degrees of punishment. Only those who have completed their work seriously can get delicious toffee as a reward.

The boss is the oldest and has the most tasks, but he is the one who can get the candy every time. The second child is most like Song Beiyun. If he encounters a task that cannot be completed, he will help the boss complete the task and replace it with him When it comes to candy, only the third child is the most useless, he is a spoiled child, and he will give up halfway when he is doing it, so although he can also eat candy, but it is all exchanged from the boss with tears. here.

But if this kind of thing is discovered, he will be educated, so the crying second child is less and less fond of crying now, and he is no longer the crying ghost who inherited his mother's nose-like crying gene.

But not crying does not mean that he is also very capable of working. He is still the weakest one, but no matter how weak he is, his father never loves him.

These children actually have work points for doing farm work with their fathers in the fields. They can use the work points they have accumulated to exchange for various things. When his father got all kinds of things in exchange, but he could only get a glass of water, he would secretly wipe his tears in bed at night.

"elder brother."

After Song Beiyun left, the second child walked up and yelled at Zhao Zhen like a little adult. Zhao Zhen wiped off his sweat and raised his head to look at him.

"How many work points do you have?"

Goudan Zhao Zhen did some calculations and replied honestly: "It's still enough for three chicken legs and half a catty of mutton."

"I can only exchange two chicken legs and three taels of mutton, and the third child can only exchange an egg..."

When the third child heard this, he sobbed a few times, feeling extremely wronged...

"What do you think?"

As a dog-headed military strategist, the second child was in charge of the planning of the entire small team, but as Song Beiyun's copy of the junior number one, he would not be as kind-hearted as the boss.

"So, tonight we exchange work points, you exchange two chicken legs, you and I each have one. I exchange chicken legs for fruits, you and I share equally, eight taels of mutton is half for each person, and then four taels for two taels of mutton and two Two cheeses. You and I are half."

"What about him?" The eldest brother pointed at the third child: "What about him?"

"Just give him the extra chicken legs." The second child smiled and said, "No one will lose anything by then."

Song Beiyun was sitting under the shade of a tree not far from them. After hearing what the second child said, he smiled wryly and remained silent.No one loses anything here, he is simply exploiting the boss's stuff, it looks like everyone is sharing equally, but in fact he is the only one who splits equally and earns an extra mutton, the rest is the boss subsidy……

This little bastard... really got something and became a good person again.

"Let me tell you." At this time, the second child pulled the third child and said: "You are young now, and the elder brother takes care of you. If you grow up, there will be no such good things, and you can only watch others eat."

The third child is the prince. He has never been short of anything since he started walking, but now he finds out for the first time that if he is not good enough, there is really no preferential treatment at all.

This incident had a ton of impact on his young mind, and it was not hurt, but it made him know that the height of his birth was only a part of it. As if everything can be done.

Especially the second brother, although the eldest brother is also very good, but the second brother seems to be able to trouble him with any problem, and can always come up with various solutions.

When it was time for lunch, I saw Prince Song and the little princess came to the field carrying a basket. Their small bodies seemed to be struggling to carry the big basket, but they still gritted their teeth and took one small step at a time. Move forward.

The little princess Zhao Ning yelled happily from afar: "Eat!"

Although these two people are in charge of logistics, the work is not easy. Although cooking, boiling water and changing briquettes will be done by adults, His Royal Highness the Prince of Song Dynasty is responsible for washing vegetables, picking vegetables, carrying briquettes, etc. For a series of logistics work, the little princess is also responsible for sweeping the floor, cleaning the table and washing dishes at home. Their work also needs to be counted as work points, which no one can escape.

"This is for you." The little princess secretly passed a small bunch of candied haws to the third child: "Don't tell uncle."

The third child nodded, thanked his sister movedly, and then removed the candied haws from the wooden sticks, and you divided them up one by one.

After Song Beiyun received the food, he didn't care what they were doing, and just sat on the ground and ate.

If you want to say who is the least willing to come out to work, it is definitely this old man. He has never planted a field since he was a child, but now he has to work in the field with a hoe. Impossible, but now... what can I do, since I became a father, I have to take on the responsibility of being a father.After all, these little bastards have a high probability of being responsible for the construction and guidance of the Chinese nation for 50 years, so they can't cultivate some minced meat under their own hands.

"Uncle." The little princess stepped forward timidly, stood in front of her and reached out to dig out the small bag for a long time, then took out a fruit and handed it to him: "It's for you."

"Ning'er is the best." Song Beiyun patted the little princess on the head: "Have you eaten yet?"

"Ning'er has eaten."

The little princess was obviously very afraid of Song Beiyun. After speaking, she jumped and ran to the children. They squatted together and distributed food to the big brother Goudan.Although the second child is treacherous and smart, he listens to the boss very much, and the boss distributes things quite fairly, even at the expense of himself most of the time.

"They're all good kids."

Outside the fence, Aunt Hong was watching secretly on her feet. The old lady would come to see the children every day now, especially the dog egg, which she risked her life to hold with one hand, and her affection was particularly deep.

"Aunt Hong, it really depends on the person to teach it. If you don't teach it, there are at least three evil dragons here."

Jin Ling'er's words are always very decent and always cut to the point, just like she said, if these little bastards let themselves go, it's hard for others to say, my son and Fo Baonu's son will definitely be finished Yes, my nephew is probably not much better.

She didn't even dare to think about what the final result would be. In the future, if the three evil dragons were allowed to grow up, even the Heavenly King and I would be unable to stop them.

"The child is still so young, how can he have any bad thoughts?"

"Aunt Hong... You are underestimating them. Born in the emperor's family, they will not grow into good embryos. Except for being generous like the eldest, but the second and third plus my nephew, they are obviously not That generous man."

Aunt Hong sighed, how could she not know what kind of character these grandchildren are, the eldest is generous and generous, but the second is not cunning, he is a copy of Song Beiyun, imagine a treacherous Song Beiyun would give No matter what kind of crisis the world causes, we will know what will happen to the second child.

As for the prince, although he hasn't been in contact for long, the child's behavior is also very strange. After teaching well, I will become the emperor...

As for the third child, he grew up among women since he was a child, arrogant and feminine, and a little moody. If this child does not correct himself, he is destined to become a tyrant in the future.

Looking at it now, Song Beiyun was indeed of far-reaching significance.

"Alas... Beiyun suffered a lot. He has never experienced hardship since he was a child." Aunt Hong looked at Song Beiyun who was eating steamed buns with pickles: "When did he ever suffer such grievances?"

"As a father, one should lead by example. The daughter-in-law thinks that a real man should not be competitive, but take up the burden without hesitation like this."

Aunt Hong sighed: "Why doesn't he let us bring them food?"

"He said that you can eat as much as you create value, and you have to use the value you create in exchange for food and clothing. As time goes by, children will naturally understand the truth of the world."

Aunt Hong still sighed silently. She didn't understand Song Beiyun's philosophy, but felt that it was meaningless for them to suffer so much. They were all golden branches and jade leaves. Why bother...

But no matter what, this small farm in the eastern suburbs has been built. In addition to planting food and vegetable gardens, it even raised chickens, ducks and a few cute little lambs. It is said that during the Chinese New Year, the little rabbits will eat own sheep.

However, there is nothing to say about the security measures here, because... this small farm was set up in the barracks of the Beihai New Army, and it was one of the several farms originally operated by the Beihai Navy.

Not to mention bad guys within a radius of twenty miles, even wild dogs dare not show up. The safety of the little bastards is absolutely no problem.

"Daddy, yours." The second child stepped forward and gave Song Beiyun a piece of candied haws: "The third brother gave it to you."

"Thank him for me." Song Beiyun patted the second child on the head: "Also, you and the boss should not help him too much, do you understand?"

"Know it……"

Chapter 738: Rain on August 5, Seven Years

It has been almost a month since the small farm opened, and the children seem to have begun to adapt to the life here. Song Beiyun's requirements are still strict, and the rules are still too many.

That Song Beiyun, who never had any rules, has now become a model of morality. He works hard every day, doesn't speak dirty words, and doesn't even cross his legs.

Before he became a parent, Song Beiyun really couldn't understand the meaning of the phrase "children are the best teachers for parents", but now he understands that after becoming a father, he will know that he is actually a child If you can't polish the mirror a little bit, the child's reflection must be gray.

"Master."

When Song Beiyun was fiddling with pumpkins in the vegetable garden, a man came outside, squatted halfway in front of Song Beiyun, and whispered, "Commander, a Persian businessman came outside and said he has something good to show him."

"Who is it, familiar?"

"Very familiar." The man whispered: "What is his name? He often wanders here and sells some Persian things. This time he said that this thing can only be seen by the commander."

"alright."

Song Beiyun got up, first went to the room to take a look at the rows of bunnies taking a nap, and then followed Lang Jiang out.

When he came to the commander's tent, Song Beiyun changed into clothes and sat there, waiting for the Persian businessman to arrive.

He has a standard Persian beard, with the unique spice smell of Arabs, not bad but a little strange.

After seeing Song Beiyun, he first touched his chest and saluted, and then said almost reverently: "General Tian, ​​this villain is here to present a treasure for the general."

Song Beiyun smiled and nodded: "Since you said you can only show it to me, I want to see what it is."

The two dealers took out a scroll from their arms, put their hands in their palms, and walked towards Song Beiyun with a confident smile on their faces.

Song Beiyun motioned to General Lang beside him, and the young general picked up the scroll and handed it to Song Beiyun. He slowly disassembled it, and found a lot of dismantling diagrams of parts.

He thought it was some kind of whimsical tool at first, but when he fully unfolded it, he was so shocked that he couldn't even close his eyes.

"Where did you get it?"

The Persian businessman said solemnly and earnestly: "My ancestor..."

"If you talk nonsense again, don't blame me for turning your back on me." Song Beiyun pressed the scroll on the table: "Tell the truth."

"It's...in an ancient tomb in Persia...it's just a tomb robbery. Someone robbed the prophet's tomb and found this thing."

Song Beiyun narrowed his eyes: "It's the Prophet Muhammad, right? You even robbed your own prophet's tomb?"

The businessman rubbed his chest again, and said in a deep voice: "The world is in chaos, the stomach is more important than the scriptures, and the life is more important than the saints. There is no firewood, rice, oil, salt in heaven, and the prophet can't change the pots and pans."

Song Beiyun raised his eyes and glanced at him, then suppressed his excitement again, and laughed: "Then how much do you think this is worth?"

"Giving it to others is worthless, but General Tian knows the value of this thing."

As soon as Song Beiyun heard that it was the routine of these old profiteers, they must not understand this, because the beautiful Damascus library 400 years ago had been burned down in the name of heretics, and the Persian Gulf would never The glory of the year is gone.

But how sensitive these businessmen are, they naturally knew what this kind of design represented, so they brought this to Song Beiyun, waiting for a price.

"I've never heard of asking the buyer to make an offer. I'll give you a regular price. Do you think it's appropriate?"

"Appropriate, as much as General Tian pays is appropriate." The Persian businessman smiled all over his face: "The bento is to make friends with the general."

"I'm afraid your surname is Luo." Song Beiyun leaned back on the chair: "Let's make a friend."

"Thank you, General Tian."

Song Beiyun raised his hand and asked someone to send him to collect the money, while he carefully looked at the design drawing in front of him. This thing... this thing is clearly an exploded view of a water-cooled machine gun!

From the previous water forging machine to the current Maxim, he can basically be sure that there must have been traversers in the Arabian Peninsula many years ago, but for some reason, he only became a prophet and did not become a civilization creator.

However, this prophet's time travel should be around World War I, because his technology only stayed at the stage of World War I and did not go any further, and the machine gun only drew water-cooled machine guns.

But water cooling... that's also a machine gun.The sign of hot weapons completely turning cold weapons to the ground is the appearance of machine guns. As a legendary battlefield meat grinder, it has an absolute advantage in the face of any cold weapons.

Song Beiyun was very excited when something that subverted the situation on the battlefield appeared. He immediately summoned the leaders of the Chang'an Workshop here, as well as several bigwigs from the Northwest Associated University.

"How soon can the things on this design be produced?" Song Beiyun pointed to the scroll drawing on the table: "Now that the stamping technology is becoming more and more mature, I believe it should not be difficult to form it?"

Several people in charge looked at each other with confident smiles on their faces. It is not difficult to make this thing, but the design idea inside is something no one can think of, and it is very delicate.

Now that we have the design drawings, seven days are enough to get the finished product out, and there is even time to cast thousands of rounds of bullets for it.

At that moment, the people in charge began to estimate the time, but Song Beiyun smiled lightly after hearing this, and knocked on the table: "Five days, I will see the finished product within five days, what do you say?"

The surroundings were quiet for a while, and the people in charge discussed for a while: "Yes!"

After Song Beiyun ordered people to copy a few copies of the design drawings, he called Yusheng to lead the children to work, while he directly entered the workshop and began to personally supervise the work.

While watching the first casting mold gradually take shape, he suddenly remembered that he had seen a little story, that is, when Li Hongzhang went to Germany to observe the test firing of the Maxim machine gun, when he heard that it could fire 1 rounds of bullets in one minute , Said the sentence "It's too fast, the Qing Dynasty can't afford this kind of bullet consumption".

This kind of sadness, even thinking about Song Beiyun now, feels contemptible, it can't be consumed by the Qing Dynasty, and the Song Dynasty can play well!

The resources of the whole of Asia are frantically gathered in Da Song. As a hoarder, what he is waiting for is such a day.

So Song Beiyun decided to personally oversee the birth of this human weapon to witness history.

Five days passed quickly. When the machine gun with a tripod appeared in front of Song Beiyun, he couldn't help but stepped forward to stroke this seemingly simple but powerful weapon that could overturn the world.

"Is the test site ready?"

Song Beiyun's hands trembled slightly, he turned his head and asked, "Prepare a place with trees."

The guard next to him hurried out and came back quickly, bent over and whispered in Song Beiyun's ear, "Master, it's done."

"Walk."

The two carried this weird guy to the testing ground. Song Beiyun decided to test it himself. Looking at the target in the distance and the big tree not far away, he took the earplugs and put them in his ears. After moving the ammunition supply box, hang the bullet chain on the machine gun according to the instructions on the design drawing.

"Report! There are 740 bullets in a box."

Song Beiyun nodded, took the heavy wire mesh helmet from steelmaking and put it on his head, adjusted the position of the machine gun, and asked someone to move a stool to sit behind the machine gun.

He took a few deep breaths, fiddled with this magical guy, and looked around at the curious generals.

"Show yourself, baby!"

The moment he pulled the trigger, the front end of the machine gun shot out a violent flame, accompanied by the roaring sound and vibration, the bullets spewed out, rushing towards the target ahead like a storm.

There was no need to aim at all, a few targets were torn to pieces in an instant, and then Song Beiyun turned his gun and aimed at the big tree that could only be hugged by three people. The shot was incomplete, and then it was interrupted into two pieces like this.

At this moment, there seemed to be hundreds of rounds of bullets left, but the muzzle of the gun was already red and hot, and it was impossible to shoot again.

Song Beiyun took off the protection, shook his numb hands, and smiled comfortably...

It's done!God on the battlefield, appeared!

Looking around again, the generals who were a little disdainful before are now as big as light bulbs in their mouths, and they cannot be closed at all.