Song Beiyun

"I'm in a bad mood, come out to get some air. Where is Miss Abe going?"

"Well, go to the poetry seminar, do you want to come together?"

"I..." Butterfly was silent for a moment: "I don't understand..."

"It's okay, most people don't understand, there is no conflict between knowing and not understanding and whether to participate or not." Zi Shibu said: "It just so happens that today we are discussing Song Yan's poetry anthology."

"Who is Song Yan?"

"Song Beiyun and Yan Shu, do you know Song Beiyun? Yan Shu is the youngest prime minister in the Song Dynasty, and both of them have experience in poetry and prose." Zi Shibu talked eloquently: "Although I don't like Song Beiyun, his poems and articles are really good. It's impeccable."

"he……"

"If you're not interested, forget it." Zi Shibu set off again: "After all, not everyone can understand that amazing talent."

"Wait a minute, Miss Abe, I'll go with you."

Chapter 783: On November 11, Seven Years, Ms. Yuhu Washed Her Face With Tears

What Die Die is going through now is even more sad than being pushed on the living room table.

The physical pain can be ignored, but the trampling on the dignity is unsatisfactory.Miss Butterfly was severely trampled on her proud dignity today.

The holy religion is a dog, and it can only be a dog, but this one makes this woman with great ambitions extremely miserable.

But the pain is the pain, but I can't hate it anyway, because that is Da Song's dog.

Besides her dignity being trampled on, Die Er's pride was also completely crushed. She once thought that as long as she relied on her charm and that alluring face, no matter what kind of man she could catch.

But this time she found that she seemed to be wrong. Song Beiyun did not show any sign of lust from the beginning to the end. Just look down on this pair of good skins.

"Although you seem to speak Chinese well, you are actually just a layman." Zi Shibu smiled and said to Butterfly, "It's like you called me Miss Abe just now, which is wrong. Because Bu is just my name, you You can’t call me by name, but you need to call me Miss Purple or Miss Fujiwara.”

Butterfly squinted at her, with endless exhaustion in his eyes, as if he was not interested in anything, and his whole body seemed lifeless.

Zi Shibu obviously noticed this, and she asked curiously, "Is there something on your mind?"

"I can't really tell what's on my mind."

Butterfly sighed softly, and the melancholy in the green eyes made many men who were peeking at her feel drunk with this sigh.

So beautiful, she really is too beautiful.The beauty between a frown and a smile is enough to make people's hearts sway, and even the sadness in the eyes is enough to make people fascinated.

"They are all looking at you." Zi Shibu smiled and said to Butterfly while lighting the incense gracefully, "You may be the most beautiful woman in their eyes."

"Me?" Butterfly sneered angrily, "What am I?"

Zi Shibu looked at Butterfly in surprise. She had seen many people and thought about many people. She could see at a glance that Butterfly's current posture was a typical self-defeating one. She must have been hurt by someone, and since she met her outside just now At that time, her eye sockets were all red, so it can be inferred that she should have been hurt by a man.

OMG!

Zi Shibu's heart was like a turbulent wave. How could such a woman be hurt by a man to the point of giving up on herself?What kind of person has such ability?Although not absolutely, from this poetry seminar, as long as she is willing, the vast majority of men in the world are willing to be her puppy.

Maybe gossip is a woman's nature. As a young woman in literature and art, Zi Shibu is no exception. After rolling her eyes a few times, she planned to start asking the questions in her heart.

But at this moment, Song Beiyun had already returned to the Yamen. In front of him were many bigwigs from the political and business circles, while Song Beiyun was standing in front of a blackboard and slapping the table with a pointer.

"Next, we will introduce a new concept to you." After speaking, Song Beiyun turned around and wrote five words on the blackboard - the silent majority.

"Xu Li." Song Beiyun raised his head and shouted, "What was the most failed transaction you ever made?"

Xu Li was spinning his pen underneath, and when he heard Song Beiyun's voice, he raised his head and said, "It was the first year of Shunde that he opened a factory in Liao State to produce all kinds of daily-use utensils, from soap to bowls and chopsticks."

"Then why did you fail?"

Xu Li nodded, got up and said: "At the beginning of the factory, everything went smoothly. But at this time, someone pointed out that there were some problems with the products of the factory, so we continued to improve, and then found that the sales were getting worse as we changed. The customers gradually began to disconnect. My big shopkeeper once thought that there was a problem with the product, and then kept looking for someone to investigate, but we all found that all our improvements were based on the proposals proposed by the customers. "

Song Beiyun smiled and said, "Then why is the business getting worse and worse?"

Xu Li showed a smile, put his hands on the table, and talked like talking about other people's business: "In the past, the factories and workshops were just constantly improving products, but gradually they became prosperous and unable to make ends meet. So we went to Jinling, Master Song was in Jinling at that time, and he asked me to go to Jinling's Mathematics Institute."

After he finished speaking, he raised his head and glanced at Song Beiyun, and continued: "The answer given by the School of Mathematics is insufficient samples. Naturally, I don't understand this, but after the School of Mathematics gave an explanation later, we realized the crux of the matter."

Their double reed obviously aroused the interest of all the bosses present, and everyone began to listen attentively.

"In the final analysis, it is precisely because we have listened to the opinions of those customers." Xu Li said affirmatively: "We have improved the product according to their expectations, but it is precisely because of this that it goes against the preferences of most people, and the business naturally It plummeted."

Song Beiyun nodded, motioned him to sit down, and then tapped the five words written before with the pointer: "This is the silent majority."

Some smart people have suddenly realized, but some people still don't understand. So, Song Beiyun naturally began to explain.

"From ancient times to the present, no matter whether you are an official or a politician, you have never worked behind closed doors and listened to opinions. But there is an interesting phenomenon here, and you must have encountered it." Song Beiyun pointed to Chang'an Supervisor Kuang Yusheng and said: "Just Speaking of Chang'an's supervisory position, he must have heard some strange civilized Cambodians, such as increasing tariffs when injecting into Chang'an, or that Chang'an should not conduct science and engineering examinations independently."

Yusheng nodded: "Especially the science and engineering test, which received the most. What they said in the Cambodian entry book was well-founded and well-documented. I often even thought that the method Chang'an tried was wrong, because Chang'an owns The New Deal is what they say is worthless."

Song Beiyun laughed, and continued to say to the parent of the Feng family who came here as a branch family: "Mr. Feng, you have encountered many such things when you are doing business, right?"

The head of the branch of the Feng family nodded slightly and said: "The Feng family had something similar before, that is, when we were doing silk business, there was a customer who criticized every day, always put on a pointing gesture, and even said For example, if you don't change the silk and satin into something, you won't buy it anymore, we changed it, but they didn't see how much they bought, but it still hurt the old customers before."

"exactly."

There was a lot of echoing voices below, and Song Beiyun smiled and said when he saw this: "Actually, things in the world are similar, and often those who make the loudest noises are not the ones who can decide the world, but those who never Those who are silent need to be considered. In the School of Mathematics, it is said that there are insufficient samples. The three or five who shouted the loudest cannot be used as a reference at all. And this is what I will talk about today content."

There was no other way, Song Beiyun personally came down to explain economics to this group of people, not because of anything else, but because many of these people's economic models could no longer adapt to the faster and faster Chang'an model.

In addition to businessmen, many officials are also like this. Naturally, they know the truth of hearing and hearing, but many times the noise of the minority is too loud, and people unconsciously ignore the majority.

And once you start ignoring the majority, it means that you are not far from failure.Business is fine, as long as he has capital, he can at least have a chance to make a comeback. No one who can be an official can give him a second chance.

So learning is a must, and who is the most suitable to teach is naturally Song Beiyun.

Economics and sociology are disciplines that can greatly improve people's horizons and knowledge boundaries. They will summarize and summarize what happens in life, tell others what they know and why, so as to solve their confusion.

After a big class was over, Song Beiyun and several colleagues were walking out, and just at this time, a few giant businessmen outside hadn't left yet. When they saw Song Beiyun coming out, they all cupped their hands and said, "Master Song, Mr. Kuang, Mr. Chen , Mr. Sun, where are we going to find something to eat, if the adults don't mind, why don't we have a light meal together with chopsticks?"

Song Beiyun waved his hands, and everyone else waved their hands too.

Mr. Chen said with a smile: "There are rules in the yamen, it's not easy for the few of us to accept invitations and gifts, thank you for your kindness."

"I have a good idea." Xu Li smiled with his hands behind his back: "Isn't there a canteen called Shi Wenzhao in the city? Let's go there today and have a look."

Ten Wen, the name is also very interesting, and everyone present is very curious about what can be eaten at this place where a meal costs nine cents.So it hit it off, and a group of bigwigs decided to go to this nine-cent canteen with their own pockets.

The size of this canteen is still very large. Even on a cold winter day, it will be full of people inside and outside every meal time. If there is no room in the house, they will go to the shed outside to eat, and spend nine cents to eat. A hot meal has become the best choice for working in the city.

Song Beiyun and the others came quite early, and there were not many people outside, so these people walked in directly.

There was a young man inside, his attitude was not very good, he didn't bother to say hello when he saw people, all he could do was ask questions, but Song Beiyun didn't mind, he just went straight to the vegetable counter and observed .

Behind this counter is the kitchen, where four or five master chefs are hard at work, the sound of pots and pans colliding can be heard endlessly, and the smell of food hits one after another.

At the moment, there are more than a dozen large pots on the table, and there are all kinds of dishes in the big pots, most of which are simple things, such as watery bean sprouts, tofu, stewed cabbage with pork skin, and some cheap dishes. s things.

"How many people, what do you say?" The nephew of the boss here is in charge of taking care of the food, and he is quite clever. When he saw Song Beiyun and others, he knew that these people might not be idle people: "Are you here for a walk? Or for dinner?"

"Eat." Song Beiyun looked around: "Is there anything else to eat?"

"Yes, yes, you go ahead, there are noodles and pancakes, steamed buns and noodles."

"It's all nine coins?"

"That's right, they're all nine coins." The boy nodded and said, "The dishes here are nine coins, you can choose whatever you want. Over there, a wonton and a steamed bun are also nine coins, or you can also cook one A big bowl of rice noodles is also nine words."

Leading people around, Song Beiyun decided that it was better to eat today, so he paid out nine coins.

"Master, I'm sorry. I don't charge money here. You go to find my sister and give her the money. She will give you a big bowl, and use that bowl to cook your meals."

"It still has to be so troublesome."

"Guest officer, you don't know something. When it's time for dinner, my place is so busy that I can't even lift my head. If I collect money here, I'm afraid our restaurant will collapse in a few days."

What he said was interesting, and many bigwigs present understood it, and went to the front one after another to spend money to buy bowls and chopsticks.

Nine coins, three spoonfuls of vegetables plus one spoonful of vegetable soup, you can even see some meat, such as the miscellaneous soup made from the leftovers, what kind of pig intestines and tripe are processed and put in the pot repeatedly After stewing, a pot of thick soup will be produced in the end, which contains peppers that were as expensive as gold a dozen years ago.

Sitting in the corner with a wooden bowl, Song Beiyun took the first bite, but he frowned after he finished eating.

How to describe this thing, if you can eat enough, you can indeed be full, but the taste is really hard to grasp at a glance, it is not unpalatable but it is definitely not delicious.

It's not that Song Beiyun discovered this problem alone, all the bosses who had dinner here discovered this matter, but many people saw Song Beiyun and Kuang Yusheng sitting there and chomping, so naturally they couldn't eat the food fall down.

Just like that, they finally waited for the evening peak. Even Song Beiyun didn't expect so many people to come in a small cafeteria in an instant.

These people are obviously people who have just finished their work. They are all exhausted and full of fireworks. Everyone is devouring food, as if they are eating something delicious.

Song Beiyun put down his chopsticks and looked at the next table where a bowl of white noodles with pickles was being drawn, and there were two big steamed buns in front of him.

The man was not very old, probably about the same size as Song Beiyun, but he almost swallowed the food, making noises like pigs and dogs.

Song Beiyun glanced at him, then put down the empty bowl, got up and walked outside.

When he left, the rest of the people naturally followed and left as if they had found a treasure. It could even be called rubbing shoulders along the way.

"What is Beiyun thinking?"

Yusheng is the elder brother, knowing that Song Beiyun is thinking about something, so he stepped forward to ask.

"I was wondering why this kind of place is so popular." He raised his head and glanced at the banner hanging outside, and then looked at Yusheng again: "Is it like this here, or everywhere?"

Chapter 784 Snow on November 11, Seven Years

It snowed heavily in the evening, but this year's winter is particularly deserted.Because the Fomen Winter Festival held in previous years has been cancelled.

It was not Chang'an that canceled the sacrifice, but Wannian, but this signal also conveyed a message that the Liao Kingdom will also start a less drastic extermination of Buddha.

Just like the Song State made temples sell tickets, the Liao State’s approach was even softer. They first canceled all Buddhist ceremonies, and then secretly added Taoist-related administrative agencies, such as the Pharmacopoeia Bureau and Qin Tianjian.

Although the state religion of the Liao Kingdom was still Buddhism, anyone with a discerning eye could see what this signal meant.

"There are scenes like this everywhere in the city, and places with large quantities and cheap prices are especially popular."

Yusheng sighed softly: "The common people are suffering after all."

"It's not bitter." Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "Life is much better now than before. The key problem now is the low salary."

He took a closer look at the people who went to cheap canteens to eat. Most of them were workers in Chang'an. They changed from peasants to workers and flooded into the city to make a living and gradually became an indispensable part of urban construction.

However, as a result of the massive influx, the labor force has gradually become cheaper, and these farmers who have outsourced or transferred their land have no way out after losing their land. Although it seems that their remuneration is still better than or equal to that of farming, but If they continue to expand like this, they will eventually become very cheap labor.

Although a large amount of cheap labor will promote social development, it will also plant the seeds of turmoil. The distortion and growth of capitalism will become the bane of several or even dozens of generations.

But now the signs of this situation have appeared, and what Song Beiyun has to do is to press down on the signs.

"Brother Yusheng, do you work overtime tonight?"

"Add it."

The two returned to the yamen. They had to work overtime, and the people below naturally also had to work overtime together. They brought the entire Mathematics Institute over, and dozens of people sat there with their abacus and calculated the progress of Chang'an in the past two years. Industry revenue and various coefficients.

When the busy work was over, the sky outside was already bright. Song Beiyun, who hadn't slept all night, didn't feel too tired, but after seeing the data in his hand, he couldn't help but sigh a little.

According to the labeling of various economic data, the items that Changan migrant workers spend the most each month are actually three meals a day, and the average indicator has reached [-]%.

This index has reached such a high level that the authorities have to pay attention to it, because this index is also called the Engel coefficient in later generations. Once the index exceeds 60.00%, it means that it is at the poverty line.

The workers in Chang'an reached an average of [-]%, which means that they are actually a group of people struggling on the poverty line.

And this is still in a good state, so if it continues to deteriorate, once this coefficient reaches [-], then the whole Chang'an will fall into a mood of despair, no matter how prosperous it is.

Why?Because this cock heyday has nothing to do with me!

"Go, call the presidents and departments of the major chambers of commerce, and hold a meeting."

Song Beiyun held another meeting a day later, and this time he did not attend class, but unfolded the problems facing Chang'an for everyone to see.

"You guys from the chamber of commerce, let me tell you again, if you can't solve this problem, sooner or later your heads will be hung on the flagpoles by your grandpa workers." Song Beiyun nodded heavily on the table: "And this is not just relying on Yamen, it can be solved by policy, you should think about it.”

The presidents of the major chambers of commerce are also suffering, and the pressure has been put on both sides for the first three days, and as the competition is becoming more and more fierce, the profit margins are too small to be scary.Let’s just talk about handicrafts. In the past, we could make a lot of profits in Liao by using poor technology and scissors, but now with the gradual innovation of technology and the civilian use of some advanced technologies, these things really can’t make money. Can only rely on cost reduction to create higher benefits.

The brains of departments at all levels are also very painful, because how could they not know this kind of thing, just the annual political achievements?Do you want taxes?Want social stability?Like this, is it possible that they can conjure up copper coins with their bare hands?

Song Beiyun was a little silent as he sat there. He raised his head and looked at the people below: "I know it's difficult for you all, but since you have encountered it, you have to stand up to it even if you have to bite the bullet. Traditional business is being impacted now, and the future will For you, opportunities and challenges coexist.”

He paused for a moment, then raised his head and said slowly: "I spent the whole night yesterday listing hundreds of industries that are likely to catch fire in the future. You can use them for reference. In terms of policy I will try my best to lean towards you, but I have only one request."

Song Beiyun raised a finger: "This index will drop to less than [-]% within three years. This is a rigid standard. After that, I will set a floating minimum wage standard according to the price of grain. I hope everyone will strictly implement it."

The members of the chamber of commerce were all downcast. They had never seen such a governing method as in Chang'an. In other places, they came here as they coaxed them, but this Chang'an was always thinking about those rough days. .

Their days of doing business are getting better, so how can those big bastards keep their money?

"You go back today, and people from the department will contact you later."

After Song Beiyun let the presidents of these chambers of commerce leave, officials at all levels were left behind. After the remaining officials, his expression was not so kind. He stood up with a grim face, patted the table and said: "Look at what you are doing! But it's not all your fault, these people are very cunning."