Song Beiyun

"Well, I see. I'll be there right away."

He put on a piece of clothing, turned around and walked down the small building. After he went out, he could see a large construction site as far as he could see. Countless people were busy shuttling here. The cement factory in the distance was burning cement day and night. The newly built steelworks were ablaze.

"Master Song, some people are far away to greet you, and some people are far away to welcome you."

"Stop doing this."

After seeing the person who came, Song Beiyun took off his coat and threw it on the chair, and sat at the front by himself: "Since the project was approved five years ago, and the construction of the port began two years ago, you still look like this. What are you doing to eat? The money given to you every year has been spent on women's bellies, right?"

"Master Song is wronged!"

The planners of the shipyard were terrified, and they all stood up and looked at Song Beiyun with the most sincere expressions: "Master Song, you must know that this place has not yet matured. There are no workers and no materials. The cement factory was built in August last year. It was just put into production, and the iron and steel plant went through a lot of ups and downs before finally lighting up the stove. We didn't delay for a moment in the construction of the port."

Song Beiyun snorted coldly, but did not speak, but the people below were terrified, and they all stepped forward and began to describe the difficulties they encountered.

Anyway, although the slow progress has something to do with them, it is true that they cannot be entirely blamed. After all, the project volume of this port is too large, and they really have more than enough energy.

"Okay, things are already like this now, can I still kill you all?" Song Beiyun's tone was not very good, he flicked his sleeves: "April, the fleet of the East China Sea New Army I am about to set off to the east. But now there is not even a supply port, how do you ask me to keep up with the above? Also, the new shipyard is less than half built so far. How long are you going to delay the progress of the iron-clad ship? When? Now it's not that your mission can't be completed, but mine! There are still two years left in the ten-year plan, but you left such a mess in front of me in two years, how can I deal with it?"

None of the people below dared to speak anymore, but Song Beiyun was still cursing, and the cursing finally stopped.

There are still two years left in the second five-year plan, and the blueprint he originally conceived is now less than half completed, which makes him a little furious. According to this progress, if it is in the new China model, then In a few years the atomic bomb will be detonated.According to the normal traveler mode, even if there are no lights and telephones upstairs and downstairs at this time, it must be the steam turbine roaring.

But now he still has to haggle over every detail with an ocean-going vessel that can withstand wind and waves.

"Okay, I know don't talk about cursing now, even if you kill you, it won't help, but now I have to ask you to issue a military order. If you can't give me a satisfactory result before June this year, you will all go to the university. Herding sheep in the northwest."

After Song Beiyun finished speaking, he left in a huff. After that, he stood alone on the construction site, looked at the busy workers, and sighed helplessly.

The first five-year plan was to solve major internal problems, and he did it.The second five-year plan is to solve external conflicts to a certain extent and to lighten the skill trees of the four branches of industry, while the third five-year plan is to completely solve problems such as illiteracy among young people, hunger, selfish fighting, and industrial system innovation.

But judging from the current progress, he may not be able to complete his historical mission in the third five years.

He was anxious, because once the third five years passed, his age would be directly pushed to the embarrassing mark of 35 years old, which meant that Xiao Song would be able to call himself an old man in the not-too-distant future.

This is undoubtedly a kind of panic and pressure for him, in short... his mentality is about to burst.

"Master, you look quite angry."

The big black cow saw Song Beiyun's impatience now, but he stepped forward to comfort him: "If it wasn't for the lack of access to the village and the store, I would definitely take the adults there to have a good time."

"Stop bothering me." Song Beiyun said impatiently, "Go away."

"Oh, okay."

The big black cow knew that he couldn't provoke Song Beiyun at this point, so he squatted beside him and threw stones.

This place is really boring. There are no people in the area for a hundred miles. The nearest towns are all kind of dilapidated places that don’t seem to be popular at all, and most of the towns are old people and children. Young people go to Jinling, Lu I went to work in the state.

Those who cultivate the land are also farm contractors. It seems that the population is thin, let alone brothels and red houses, even if there is no restaurant for Te Niang.

In fact, Song Beiyun was also very worried. He exiled himself to such a large construction site as a supervisor in a disguised form. Of course he was the biggest, but this place is not to mention compared with the colorful Chang'an, it is even bigger than the Yan'an Mansion in that ravine. It's a world of difference.

Not to mention all those extravagances, even if you want to have a good meal, you have to arrange with the quartermaster in advance. Although you won't starve, the overall conditions are too bad.

But judging from the current situation, it is really not good for him not to come. The current Song Dynasty is not so efficient in execution. It has already consumed too much energy to make officials look like individuals, and then let them be efficient and organized , That's just nonsense, this stuff doesn't have 20 years of selection accumulation, it's basically nonsense.

So if it comes, it will be at ease. Although Song Beiyun has never experienced any hardship since childhood, it is not so difficult for him to adapt to this matter.

It's just that the content in Song Beiyun's diary has become a little monotonous.

If you keep a running account for him, then in this place, his track becomes extremely simple.

The general situation is to get up early to go to the construction site, go around and go back to the residence, and then practice calligraphy until noon.For lunch, most of the time there are white rice and noodles, and some canned food, the taste is not very good but the amount is large enough to satisfy.

After lunch, take a lunch break for an hour, then go to the construction site, walk around and go back to the residence, and practice calligraphy in the evening. At night, he will write something, and then he will sleep.

Progress reports are heard every three days and meetings are held every seven days.Every month, craftsmen and researchers at all levels will be anxious to hold a symposium to talk about the difficulties they encounter in practical work and the problems that need to be solved urgently.

Then it will enter the next cycle.

On the fifth day after he came here, the revolution in Jinling broke out, and Zhao Xing seemed to be a hot-blooded young man, giving speeches on the street all day long. Something that betrayed the class and betrayed the imperial power.

And the people bewitched by him also started to go crazy, and began to crusade against the gentry at all levels, and Jinling also launched a vigorous activity of smashing ancestral halls and building schools.

Now those gentry have been tossed into disrepair, and many people even came to seek Song Beiyun's protection.

However, Song Beiyun had no intention of stopping it. Judging from this posture, there was a high probability that there would be a storm this year, a storm targeting the gentry at all levels.

This was something Song Beiyun didn't really want to see but there was no better solution.

As for Chang'an, it's not bad.After all, the Northwest has not been affected too much due to many reasons such as weather, transportation, and politics. Compared with the area in Jinling, the area around Chang'an has actually entered the era of quasi-industrialization.

Compared with other areas that are still in the agricultural society as a whole, Chang'an's advanced level can even reach the level of dimensionality reduction.

After all, the special zone is a special zone, and there are some things that really have nothing to say.

As for the reason why Chang'an was able to run so fast, strictly speaking, I still have to thank three people. One is Huang Chao, who slaughtered all the "masters" in Chang'an, and the other is Zhao Kuangyin, who moved the entire country's political and economic center to the south. , and the father of Li Ronghao who is still crying in the hospital bed, the previous generation of Xixia King.

One broke Chang'an, one failed to repair it, and the other broke the jar.This caused everything in Chang'an to be broken, and everything in the rebuilt Chang'an was new.

So it’s hard to talk about history.Every person who is recorded in the annals of history is a person who set off a huge butterfly effect. Regardless of whether the result is good or bad, the effect they caused is very interesting.

Apart from Jinling, the Liao Kingdom is also not peaceful. On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, at the Liao Kingdom, he was then the governor of Luoyang and the attendant of the Northern Academy. En said that his old house in Luoyang was covered with Ganoderma lucidum overnight, which was regarded as auspicious, and he invited His Majesty Yelufo Baonu, the Emperor of Liao Kingdom, to come and watch it.Fo Baonu was happy to go there, but as soon as he walked out of the hall, he heard noises outside and the sound of weapons clashing.Fo Baonu felt that the situation was serious and returned immediately. When he boarded the palace city, he found that Yeluen's house was in flames, and there were soldiers hiding in the courtyard and archers in ambush.Fu Baonu was furious and executed Yeluen and other 170 people on the same day, and later ordered people to investigate the matter thoroughly.

Today, more than 750 people have been implicated in Luoyang City and even the entire Liao Kingdom, and the number is still increasing. From Luoyang to Xindu, there are new dead ghosts every day, which is called the Liao Kingdom Ganoderma Case.

The Central Plains double tyrants are in turmoil, but they are not completely chaotic.Because Chang'an is not chaotic, Chang'an is not chaotic, it is like a fierce tiger crouching there, staring at everything that is happening around it.

move?Who dares to move?Some people are ready to move, but they can only be ready to move.

And just as the sky was surging, Song Beiyun was jumping on a foundation, squatting on it to watch the cement grouting.

He is covered in dust and looks a bit embarrassed, but his expression is focused, just because today the new pouring method is about to start testing, and as long as the pouring method can be successful, the metropolis will be realized 900 years in advance.

"Ah, ah, be more careful." Song Beiyun shook his arms and said to the workers above, "Where are you pouring out the excrement water?"

"Master Song! Master Song! Someone is looking for you outside."

The foreman came running in stride, squatted in front of the pit and yelled at Song Beiyun. Song Beiyun pressed his helmet and raised his head and said, "Who is it?"

"Say it's a family member."

"Family?" Song Beiyun stretched out his hand to let him pull himself out: "No way? Isn't Biluo going to arrive in three days? Who is here?"

He patted the dust off his body and walked outside the big construction site.

There was a carriage parked outside, Song Beiyun tilted his head to look at it for a while, but saw the curtain inside was pulled open, revealing a pair of bright smiling eyes.

"Hold……"

Song Beiyun scolded: "Why is it you? What are you doing here?"

"Don't want to see me?"

Then the demon nun jumped out of the carriage and stood in front of Song Beiyun.

The big black cow next to Song Beiyun looked straight, he himself liked this kind of ripe fruit, and the enchanting nun Zhao Cheng was a very enchanting type, coquettish and soft. A 30-year-old person does not lose his age at all, but looks extremely delicate because he likes to wear clothes that are one size smaller.

"go back."

"I came here by order, you can't let me go back." Zhao Cheng chuckled, and looked Song Beiyun up and down: "I didn't want to come at first, but my father asked me to relax, and I have nowhere to go if I want to come Go, I will come to you."

"Is there something wrong with you? What does I have to do with you? Do you insist on looking for me?"

"Yeah, I have nowhere to go." Zhao Cheng patted the non-existent dust on his body: "I need a place to live."

Song Beiyun turned around and walked back, and the big black cow quickly followed up: "Marshal, marshal, can you bear this?"

"Hold what?"

"This is the best in the world! It's in Zuichun Tower, let alone fifty strings for one night." The big black cow smacked his lips: "It's very exciting. If you want me to say, it's just that it's delivered to your door. It's better to be a handsome man." Let’s talk about it after you get comfortable, and let him be 21.”

"roll!"

"okay."

Chapter 797: Sunny October 3, Eight Years

In fact, Song Beiyun knows that there is a kind of people in this world who are desperate for life, invisible and need to be beaten. If they don't act like monsters for a day, they will feel uncomfortable all over their bodies.

Zhao Cheng is a typical type of person. She belongs to the type of "the big deal is death, you can kill me if you have the ability, even if you kill me, I have to be a stinky disgusting person".

But it doesn't matter, it really doesn't matter.It's hard to say anything else, Song Beiyun still has a way of dealing with donkeys, not to mention a lot, it's easy to deal with people who like to be disgusting, Song Beiyun let her experience the life of donkeys.

One day, it was just dawn, and Zhao Cheng, who was sleeping soundly in the quilt, was suddenly awakened by a gust of cold wind. When she opened her eyes, she saw Song Beiyun standing in front of her holding a kerosene lamp. The moment she saw him, Zhao Cheng was Not so frightened, she opened her hands naturally, revealing very flimsy obscene clothes.

"you……"

"Stop talking nonsense to me." Song Beiyun threw a rough canvas coat on her face: "Go, go to work!"

Before Zhao Cheng could react, Song Beiyun picked her up from the bed and forced her to change into overalls. After a simple wash, she stuffed two steamed buns and brought her to the big construction site.

Things after that were very simple, digging holes, lifting soil to resist trees, she had to do whatever Song Beiyun did.

Once pretending to be dead, Song Beiyun picked it up and dragged it away without saying a word, mixed cement when he couldn't dig the soil, and sharpened the knife if he couldn't mix the cement.

Although this Zhao Cheng said that his life was bumpy, and his whole life was considered a homeless life, but he was born in the royal family. Where did he suffer from this kind of suffering? After this day, his whole body hurts like being cut by a small knife, and he fell on the bed. He couldn't get up, and there were many burrs on his hands. Although they were all pulled out, those small wounds still hurt terribly when touched.

She wanted to cry when she came, but she was so tired that she fell asleep before she could cry.

This sleep was deep, until Song Beiyun carried him to the construction site again early the next morning.

"If you can't do it, get out. Didn't you come to practice, then I will teach you what is suffering in the world."

One sentence aroused the fierceness in Zhao Cheng's bones, and she just didn't believe in this evil. Enduring the pain in her body, she gritted her teeth and started to work, and even deliberately made herself look very embarrassed. Mr. Song passed by, as if angry.

But Lord Song obviously didn't buy it, he was just doing his job anyway, looking at the blueprints and being a supervisor when he had nothing to do, he used a level to play with everyone to find faults.

After the end of the day, Zhao Cheng drank a large bowl of rice soup with added sugar and salt, ate seven steamed buns that were much bigger than her fist, and took a piece of pie that was bigger than her face.

Just this one meal, she ate more than she used to in the past seven days, but she felt that she was not completely full, but she couldn't bear the sleepiness, so she did some cleaning and then got under the quilt to sleep.

Still fussing?Still making waves?That's it?

After working like this for [-] consecutive days, Zhao Cheng has learned to go to the cafeteria every morning to wait for the freshly baked buns. This stuff is much more delicious than steamed buns, but the supply is always in short supply. The women on the big construction site always go to line up at dawn.

Zhao Cheng is no exception. In this hellish place, Song Beiyun is the sky. It's not easy to be a princess or not, and even a princess is not good. The status of a monk is even more useless.So Zhao Cheng had to either line up or eat steamed buns, but in the face of greasy meat buns, she resolutely gave up her messy identity and learned to line up with those dirty women with her own small rice bowl.

"What kind of stinky thing, this method can cure a donkey, but it can't cure her?"

Song Beiyun washed his hands and said to Biluo: "If you want to say that you are by the prince's side, I have nothing to do with her. After all, I have to take care of the prince's mood. But she has a way to heaven, and there is no way to enter this hell."

"Sir, don't go too far. After all, Sister Cheng is also a princess. If it spreads like this as an animal... I'm afraid she will be framed."

Biluo patiently arranged Song Beiyun's clothes. She came here to take care of Song Beiyun's food and daily life. As for Zhao Cheng, she didn't really care about it, because she knew who she was, so she didn't have the right to point fingers at Song Beiyun's affairs. .

"Frame a fart, this bitch."

Song Beiyun was lying on the recliner, and Biluo put a hot towel on his face, interrupting his speech.

After the towel was taken off, Biluo began to shave Song Beiyun's face while smiling and said, "Sir, you can speak now, I will be careful."

"Oh, don't scratch me, I can rely on my face to eat." Song Beiyun continued after exhorting: "Just this girl, she can eat three pancakes and drink a big bowl of soy milk for a meal. It’s okay not to spread the word, but the people who spread the word will have to thank me, after all, this girl’s hypocritical disease has finally been cured.”

The work on the construction site is paid by credit. Although Zhao Cheng worked very hard, she was there. According to the record, she might set the lowest record on the construction site, but everyone actually let her Yes, let's not talk about her beauty, just the fact that there is something wrong with Mrs. Song, the big guys can see it, so as long as the person in charge of scoring sees her coming, he will give it to her. She gets full marks.

Today is the semi-monthly checkout day, and the construction site is full of celebrations for wages, and every month at this time, there will be shopkeepers driving here to sell some things that are not usually seen.

Groceries, snacks, drinks, etc., and even rouge gouache for my daughter’s home. After all, there are not a few people working here with their families on the construction site. Many people and even a family of seven or eight work here. few.

After the wages were paid, many people would give some money to their wives and children so that they could buy something they wanted, but Zhao Cheng received his wages for the first time today, a silver bill of two pennies.

The first time she got the money, she was actually quite confused, but the confusion was quickly diluted by the joy of labor. She spent a long time picking at the shopkeeper, choosing some things for women, and some rouge Gouache and some snacks that I usually eat when I have nothing to do.

Although it looked like nothing, but after she returned to the house with the things in her hands, she didn't know how much she cherished them.

"Eat this tomorrow." He put a small bag of deep-fried pasta in the drawer, and then separated out some crispy rice: "I'll eat this today."

After she happily divided a lot of things, she suddenly sat there in a daze, and for a moment she didn't know what expression to use to face it...

I am a princess, no matter what, I am still a princess, no matter how poor I am on weekdays, my life is better than that of most people.But now...

Looking at the snacks that she had divided into small bags, she suddenly covered her face and began to cry. Looking at her hands again, she found that calluses had grown out of her green hands.

The grief in her heart came out again, so she ate the rice crust while crying, and finally she finished eating the rice crust, and she was tired from crying.Lying on the bed for a while, before he had time to think about the cause and effect, he fell into a deep sleep.

Until she was awakened by the sound of the gong outside, she slapped her thigh almost instinctively, picked up her rice bowl and rushed out of the house after secretly thinking that something was wrong.

What kind of princess is not a princess, no matter how delicate the princess is, it is not as good as the chicken offal at noon.

When she passed by, she happened to see Song Beiyun squatting in the sun with a group of "senior workers" in a disheveled state. This group of people who should have been the most honorable people now on this big construction site didn't look like they used to.

Song Beiyun took off his bulky padded jacket today and put on spring clothes, but they still looked cheap and leathery, and those gentlemen who stood on the podium in the engineering academy used to be dressed in the same way.

This group of people sat in a pile, dancing and describing something while eating, looking crazy and funny.