Song Beiyun

After a tour around the resettlement site, the situation is not bad, and the sanitation and epidemic prevention are also doing well.

But he did see an acquaintance here, this person is none other than the naive second princess in the grassland, she is like a spy holding a small book and walking around here, holding a pen here What is recorded.

Song Beiyun looked at Yusheng who was examining the material list not far away, said hello and walked to the little princess.

He watched the little princess carefully record the daily supply of victims and the configuration of the resettlement area, and he didn't even know that he was behind her.

"What are you doing!" Song Beiyun took out a pen and put it on the back of the little princess, "Are you a spy!"

"No, no, no..." The little princess immediately panicked, shook her head vigorously, and raised her hands high: "I'm not a spy..."

As she said that, she glanced back and found Song Beiyun who was wearing a coir raincoat. His face, which was deformed by fright, suddenly puffed up. She looked back at him and stomped her feet: "I'm scared to death!"

"I'm not joking with you." Song Beiyun put the pen back into his pocket: "You are so sneaky, if you are caught by the people from the Imperial City Division, you will have to be imprisoned."

The little princess handed over the notebook with a flustered face: "Just look at it!"

Song Beiyun took the damp notebook in her hand, which densely recorded the daily food and clothing expenses of these disaster victims, what diseases they would get, and what would happen, almost in detail.

"What do you remember this thing for?"

"You said that many refugees on the grassland will come. Even if the trip is delayed due to heavy rain, they will come sooner or later. There are 10,000+ people there, and there are 10,000+ people here. Everyone is human, and the food and supplies are not the same. Well, I’ll write it down for later use.”

Song Beiyun smiled, patted her on the head, and returned the notebook to her: "Lord Inspector, this is the second princess of the Golden Horde, please take care of her in the future."

The governor next to him immediately nodded in agreement, while Song Beiyun smiled and waved to the little princess: "Go, pay attention to your own safety."

"Oh...then I'm off to work."

In fact, sometimes the complexity of human beings cannot be imagined at all. Song Beiyun never dared to classify people, because no one person can be classified into a certain category by another person.

Just like this little princess, she is definitely not a smart person, but this kind of disheveled and not smart but very hardworking person often always impresses people in the end.

Since she cares so much about this matter, let her continue to care about it. Anyway, it's not a bad thing. What bad thoughts can a child have.

"That's right." The little princess turned back halfway, and took out a pancake from the slanted bag: "It's suet pancakes, the most delicious pancakes on the grassland."

After she finished speaking, she left again, and only Song Beiyun was left standing there holding a suet cake and taking a bite.

"vomit……"

The strong mutton smell made him retch without warning. After spitting out the cake in his mouth, he put the cake in his pocket and threw it to the stray dogs on the side of the road after leaving for a long time. He didn't look around until he watched the stray dogs eat up.

The situation in several residential areas outside the city was fairly stable. Song Beiyun chatted with Yusheng for a while, and the two said they would go to a restaurant for a drink.

"Zuixianlou or Tianshangfang?" Yusheng asked, "I'll invite you today."

"I heard that a restaurant with hometown cuisine has recently opened here." Song Beiyun smiled and said, "Would you like to try it?"

"You can't let mother know."

"That's natural."

Aunt Hong was most against them eating indiscriminately outside, whether it was at Yusheng's or Song Beiyun's, as long as she was there, she would cook.If she knew that the two of them sneaked out to eat something outside, it would be a lot of nagging. Anyway, it was just a few words over and over again, one is not as clean as the one at home, the other is not as good as the one at home, what is such a small bowl of meat It costs a few hundred wen, and a few hundred wen can feed us at home and so on.

Even though her two sons are now almost extremely powerful officials, her simple values ​​have not changed.

Even though Song Beiyun asked Aunt Hong to spend money freely, she still spent it carefully, for fear that one day they would be in trouble, at least they would not sleep on the street.

It seems that the year of catastrophe and eating and drinking are inherently opposite, but Song Beiyun thinks it is not. Spending your own money on eating and drinking, as long as you don’t squander it, there is nothing wrong with it. The real opposite of the year of catastrophe is the hidden Corruption under the guise of eating and drinking makes the country miserable.

Fairness is not about making life miserable for everyone, but trying to make life better for everyone.Although there are many unsolvable problems here, the core content is just these. There is no need to hate the rich. The real hatred should be for the rich and the unkind.

A few simple but exquisite dishes were served, but Song Beiyun only took a few mouthfuls and didn't move his chopsticks again. The same was true for Yusheng.

The two silently drank a few sips of water and wine and ate a few mouthfuls of food. After looking at each other, Yusheng coughed: "It's really not as delicious as mother's cooking..."

Anhui cuisine is re-roasted, stewed, steamed, heavy in oil, heavy in color, and heavy in fire, but this restaurant under the brand name of Mr. Song’s hometown dish is heavy in acid, spicy, light in color, less in oil and mostly stir-fried.

Stir fry only became popular from Song Beiyun's Tianshangfang. Before Tianshangfang appeared, no one ate stir-fried vegetables at all, but now this nondescript restaurant...

"That's all." Song Beiyun summoned Xiaoer, "Wrap up the food."

Because they are going to the countryside today, Song Beiyun and Yusheng are both dressed plainly. After hearing that they are going to pack, Xiao Er believes that these two are the kind of poor scholars who come to taste dishes for the sake of being arty. He has seen a lot of people who are reluctant to throw away their bags and go back to eat for several days.

"Boss, the first two poor scholars need to be wrapped up."

His voice was very loud, apparently deliberately to make Song Beiyun and Yusheng lose face, but Song Beiyun and Yusheng just looked at each other and laughed.

Yusheng shook his head: "This restaurant won't last long."

"Well. I think that if I go to Tianshangfang, as long as those who spend money are ancestors, it makes sense that there are many repeat customers. Even the Qingchun Tower and Zuixian Tower opened by the emperor of the Liao Kingdom dare not offend the guests."

The matter of face is actually a very mysterious thing. When a person has enough face, he doesn't really care about face or not. Using Song Beiyun as an example, who else does he need to give him face?He himself is used to packing meals, and he never allows his children to waste things at home. This kind of thing that should be a virtue is corrupted by these things that look down on people in the eyes of dogs.

"This fish is actually okay." Song Beiyun smiled while filling the lotus leaf bowl with fish: "The meatballs are also okay, but they just don't taste like Huizhou."

"Yeah." Yu Sheng also helped out and said, "It's a bit like Hangzhou cuisine, with a lot of sweet and sour taste."

The two of them moved skillfully, and in the eyes of the diners around, they were the kind of poor scholars who managed to save some money to eat a meal, which attracted a lot of attention.

However, most of the people who come here to eat are hard to get in touch with people of Song Beiyun's level. No one recognizes that the two people who are picking up meatballs with chopsticks in their pockets are Song Beiyun and the new head who are shaking three times when they go to Chang'an Security Supervisor Kuang Yusheng.

But just as they were about to walk out of the store after they paid the bill, the guy who greeted the two of them just now spat on the ground: "Look at that poor guy, he's too old to be good for anything."

It just so happened that Song Beiyun heard this sentence, so he couldn't die. He stopped and turned around and asked, "Hey, I want to ask, what does it mean to be promising?"

This is really because Song Dog's temper has been tempered, and the city has become deep. This would have been five or six years ago, and this kid might have been lying on the ground and opening his mouth like that carp.

That guy seemed to be used to being arrogant on weekdays, yet he spat again in front of Song Beiyun, almost spitting on Yusheng's shoe.

"You have a look, the uncle who comes to our place to eat, who can't eat like the two of you and walk around. If you two go out, if someone sees it, won't it mean that the food in my house is not delicious? You are poor , and also hurt my family's reputation."

Song Beiyun shook his head and gave a disdainful smile, but Yusheng's face was full of kindness and kindness. He smiled and said, "Young man, this restaurant pays attention to open business. If you offend people like this, do you still count on repeat customers?"

"Turning back? I'm afraid this meal in my family is not due to the months of odd jobs you have worked so hard for. If poor scholars like you who have repeatedly failed exams are expected to turn around, my restaurant will have closed long ago."

Song Beiyun looked around, leaned into the kid's ear and whispered, "I won't beat you to death if you talk nonsense."

"Hehe, the character is not big, and the tone is not small. Come on, my aunt is an official from the capital. Opening a restaurant in Chang'an is afraid that you, a poor scholar, will not succeed?"

His voice was so loud that it attracted the attention of people around him. Song Beiyun waved his hand and was about to step forward, but Yusheng pulled him and shook his head: "Forget it, it's a shame to be fussy with this kind of brat."

"Hahahaha, you two poor ghosts still lose your status? I really don't know how powerful the world is, even if you are killed, it is just a few pennies from my aunt."

Song Beiyun scratched his head, put the bag in Yusheng's hand, turned around and walked into the store, and sat down on the most conspicuous table: "Let your uncle and aunt come to see me."

Yu Sheng also raised eyebrows, came to Song Beiyun and sat down, his eyes were full of solemnity, but his face was smiling: "Okay, okay, I want to see how much it costs to buy the lives of the two of us."

Chapter 749, August 8, Seventh Year

"Ouch, let me see who is causing trouble in my realm."

When the two sides were at a stalemate, a woman came down from the restaurant. She seemed to be eating with someone, and she came down to take a look when she heard the movement below, but she found that they were just two poor scholars who didn't have long eyes.

"If you want me to tell you, don't be arty with such poor things as you, and play with your temper after eating. You really think of yourself as a thing."

After the boy below said something strangely, he raised his head and said to the middle-aged woman: "Auntie, these two poor scholars are having trouble."

"Okay, I want to see who is making trouble here."

Song Beiyun didn't even look at the boy, and didn't even bother to look at the woman, until the woman came to him, looked at Song Beiyun and Yusheng carefully, and said with a raised eyebrow, "I can't think of you two He's so poor, so poor, but he's quite handsome."

Song Beiyun raised his head to look at her and said with a smile: "Just now your guy said that a few dollars can buy our lives, but I want to see how much this old woman plans to buy our lives."

Old woman……

After hearing this word, the woman's expression changed suddenly, her face collapsed immediately, she pointed at Song Beiyun and scolded: "What a sharp mouth! You don't know who my master is! If you know, you might want to Run away with your tail between your legs like a dog. Not to mention the money, how much are your poor lives worth?"

Song Beiyun tapped his hand lightly on the table: "Okay, let your master come."

The woman had obviously seen those who caused trouble, and seeing the stinky and tough appearance of the two, she smiled contemptuously, then turned around and ordered the boy to call the rogue on the roadside to clean up.

After a while, the famous gailiuzi in this area, named after a long hairy mole at the corner of his mouth, came into the shop.

"Let the Sa family see who is making trouble with Mr. Zhou!"

Before he arrived, the voice came in through the crowd, and then I saw this burly man pulling people away and walking into the store.

He was about to make a move, but when he looked up and recognized who was sitting there, his raised palm suddenly covered his stomach: "Oh, no! I have a stomachache, Zhou Ma'am, please wait for a while, I will come as soon as I go."

He shook his head, bent his waist, turned his head and rushed out.

After walking around the corner, he dragged his men: "Let's go, let's go!!! It's all withdrawn by me, hurry up!"

"Brother, what's the matter? Did you hit an evil spirit? Why is your face so pale."

"Hitting your mother's dog leg, it's fine if you really hit the evil one. This is the god who hit his mother and descended to earth." He grabbed his subordinate's ear: "I told you to come with me and go, don't ask me your mother. If you ask the dog again, you can’t save your life.”

There are a lot of people in Chang'an, and many people know Song Beiyun but don't. Ordinary people only recognize clothes but not face. After all, Song Beiyun is far away from the people every time he appears in public. It is difficult to recognize who this person is without the backdrop of clothes. .

But these land protection hooligans rely on this first-hand information to make a living. They don't need other skills, what they want is to be able to recognize at a glance who can be messed with and who can't be messed with in this city.

These people are the smartest people in the world, and they will never do things like hitting an egg against a rock.

As for why he didn't tell Mr. Zhou's family, because after today, Mr. Zhou is no longer Mr. Zhou, but Mr. Song is still Mr. Song.

But in that store, the woman was still roaring, and the guys around were also gearing up to go up. Someone outside notified the patrol room, and soon the patrol officers from the city arrived.

The captain of the patrol went in to find out the situation. As soon as he entered, he saw Song Beiyun gesturing for him to go out. He turned around and left without saying a word, but he didn't go far, so he stayed outside and began to evacuate the crowd of onlookers.

"Go and inform Mr. Zhou, he is going to be in bad luck." The captain of the patrol pulled one of his subordinates and said, "Let him run over."

The officer trotted away, and Mr. Zhou, who was working, was still at a loss when he heard that there were patrols looking for him outside, but as soon as he walked out, he heard the young policeman say: "Mr. Up to Lord Song and Lord Kuang."

"Ah?" Master Zhou was taken aback, "What did you say?"

"The clerk in your shop ran on Mr. Song, and said he would have some money to buy his life. Now Mr. Song is blocking your shop."

"Master Song? Which one? Song Wensheng from Dongkou Yamen?"

"Master Song! Song Beiyun!"

Master Zhou just felt that his mind went blank at that moment, and all the blood in his body rushed to his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe smoothly.

After calming down for a while, he took off his official hat and held it in his hand, followed the patrol and rushed all the way to his restaurant.

After he entered the store without even an umbrella, he was soaked and saw Song Beiyun and Kuang Jianbei sitting there, with his own woman beside him shouting and swearing all kinds of nasty swear words.

At that time, his heart was half cold, trembling, he pulled away the crowd and walked forward.

"Master! You are here, these two rogues..."

Before Mrs. Zhou could finish her words, Mr. Zhou slapped her to the ground with a round slap.

"master……"

But Lord Zhou didn't have time to talk to this shrew, he just bowed to Song Beiyun and Kuang Yusheng: "Master Song... Supervisor Kuang..."

"Zhou Lin." Song Beiyun pursed his lips: "That's right, it's Zhou Lin, right?"

"Yes...it is the next official."

Song Beiyun glanced at Kuang Yusheng, because this Zhou Lin was Yusheng's direct subordinate, an assistant official transferred directly from the capital, and his rank from the fourth rank was not low in Chang'an City.

Yusheng nodded slightly, and asked in a low voice, "Master Zhou, how much is a life?"

"I don't know..."

The people around were stunned by the reversal of this scene, and the woman who was slapped on the ground also realized that the poor scholar she had been insulting and mocking was actually her husband's immediate boss and the god of Chang'an City...

But she didn't know what to say, she could only sit on the ground in a daze, at a loss.

"You don't know." Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "That's not right, Mr. Zhou, the family tradition is here."

"Song...Master Song...this is all the nonsense of a bitch."

"nonsense!"

Song Beiyun stood up and punched the table with a loud noise, causing the surroundings to become silent for an instant.

"Are you talking nonsense to me!?" Song Beiyun yelled until he split his arms: "When I was in a meeting, I repeatedly said that human life is as big as the sky, and that the value of life is incomparable. You are talking nonsense to me? Driving under your banner Shop, talking nonsense? This is discrediting Chang'an, the court, and everyone who wears hats!"

Song Beiyun angrily pulled the official hat from his hand and threw it on the ground: "Today, I will ask the people in Chang'an City, how much is a life! You can count them."

At this time, someone outside shouted hello, and then all the people who were watching shouted hello, and the atmosphere was even more enthusiastic than the heavy rain outside the door.

"Master Song..."

"Tomorrow, pack your bags and go home. Chang'an Temple can't keep your big Buddha."

After Song Beiyun finished speaking, he pushed him aside with a dark face, and then walked out with the packed meals on the table, and Yusheng also flung his sleeves and snorted coldly when he passed by Zhou Lin.

When they went out, the people at the door automatically opened a path for them, and the people around them did not dare to make a sound, but the people behind clapped their hands and applauded.

After they left, Zhou Lin slowly collapsed to the ground, looked at his mother-in-law weakly, and cried bitterly, covering his face.