Song Beiyun

"Take a break." Song Beiyun muttered, "Even the Pig Sect will be able to do it for three months. You guys are really stupid. If you say you can't, you won't, and you won't die."

Now he deeply feels the despair of the tutor who takes the graduate student to do the project, this is a group of pigs!Pigs are worse!Such a simple thing, repeated over and over again, can still go wrong in the end.

At this time, someone came from outside, Song Beiyun rudely refused to meet the visitor, took a short rest and continued to concentrate on guiding these pigs.

Five months have passed since turning around, and half a year has passed in the blink of an eye. The fleet went to sea for the second time yesterday. This time their purpose is to stop in Hokkaido and head north all the way to find the legendary Alaska.

And for the past five months, Song Beiyun has always been thinking about Europe in his heart. It can be said that he doesn't think about food and tea, and he spends all day thinking about how to fuck his mother.

If there is no accident, and the ocean-going ships are not selected, then many skills must not be selected. Even if the tank is selected, there will be many things that cannot be solved. To put it bluntly, it is guns and the like. As for the armor...

Song Beiyun really wanted to point to the armor-piercing projectiles pre-developed by the arsenal and ask them, "Do you know if this is spray?".

As for guns, there is nothing to say. As far as Xiao Song is concerned, before the new materials are updated, both guns and cannons have reached the peak possible.

He definitely doesn't believe that Europe can produce such things as reactive armor, shell-piercing, and cloud explosions. That's not something that can be solved by hacking, and the whole of Europe must be hacked together.

It's like a lot of recipes in Song Beiyun's mind, but the basic industrial capabilities are there. If you get a chemical fertilizer and explode it three times a year, do you still expect them to get Hexokin?

But he is also a tough guy, it doesn't matter if he is open or not, anyway, here he greets according to the other party's openness.

At the moment, in the large workshop of the engineering institute, the chief engineer of land equipment is tossing under a strange car shell, and a group of people are also busy beside him.

"I'm a shipbuilder, let me make this thing now." Hearing someone looking for it, he got out, smiled wryly and said to his friend, "This tin bastard is too difficult for me."

It was Su Xue from Yingfeng Suxue's duo who came to find him. He squatted beside the car shell and looked at it carefully: "What kind of traction does this thing need? The horse must not be able to pull it."

"Who knows, anyway, Mr. Song issued a death order. No matter what method is used, it must be moved before the end of the year, and he doesn't care how it is moved."

"troubled you……"

"Don't go, I didn't ask you to come here to make sarcastic remarks." The chief engineer of the tank grabbed Su Xue: "I want to lose weight for this big guy, and you come to help the staff."

"Isn't it difficult for you, I'm a shipbuilder..."

"Isn't my mother a shipbuilder?"

After pushing and shoving for a while, the two squatted together again to ponder the shell of the car.

"Isn't it enough to have four wheels? You have six pairs?"

"This thing already weighs 25 tons as soon as the outer steel plate is installed. What a fart you are with the four wheels. Once the things inside are installed, it will easily weigh [-] tons. Not only does it have six pairs of wheels, but it also needs to be equipped with crawlers."

"Tracks? On the transmission rod?"

"That won't work, the steel ones, the embedded ones."

"Then you can reduce the number of wheels by two more?"

"Five pairs of road wheels? You can try."

At this moment, the leader of the smelting team next door happened to come over to get the data, and saw the two senior workers squatting on the ground like idiots, so he went up and made fun of it.

But after a while, two became three...

In one afternoon, from the first one person to seven people, seven people are seven senior engineers, basically covering every part of the car shell, they get together to chatter, but still can not discuss a So yes.

After all, there is not even a sample of the key parts, so when they were in a hurry, they collectively went to the team in charge of the engine.

But they went over and saw that the team leader was moving a stool to hang himself, and the team members next to him were there to persuade...

When they saw this, they had to... what kind of teacher would ask what crime, so they should persuade them quickly.

After a while of persuasion, they naturally dispersed. After all, the engine crew was forced to hang themselves, so what else could they say.

But one of them happened to have something to do with the leader of the engine group, so he turned around and returned to the workshop, but just as he entered, he happened to meet with the leader of the engine group, who was eating a bowl of tofu , Where does it look like hanging himself.

And the engine team leader saw that he had been exposed, quickly put the bowl away, moved his head over the stool and stood on the rope, and said, "Don't force me, I'll show you!"

"I'll help you move the stool away."

Just as they were having a good time, Song Beiyun walked in quietly and looked at the two with arms folded.

When they saw Song Beiyun, the scene was very awkward...

"Hang yourself, why don't you hang yourself?"

Song Beiyun's face was ashen: "Everyone in the Engineering Institute is waiting for you, and you hang yourself here. It's really possible."

The leader of the engine group jumped down resentfully, and said with a mournful face: "Master Song, just let me go. I really have no choice. I have thought of everything I can think of, but there is really no way."

"Didn't I give you the principle and a rough schematic diagram?"

"You gave it to me, but after I assembled it, I started it and sprayed out the parts."

The other team leader next to him burst out laughing when he heard this. The laughter made Song Beiyun glance at him, and he quickly shut up.

"Take your time, you can always figure out a way."

"You said the end of the year, even if you kill me, the end of the year will not be completed."

Song Beiyun sighed: "Try your best."

Returning to his residence, Song Beiyun couldn't help but sigh, it's really too difficult to get the ducks on the shelves, everyone is calling for loopholes, but here there are loopholes everywhere, a brand new field is suddenly launched in a hurry, that's really terrible up.

It's almost impossible to see this thing within this year, and Song Beiyun laughed when he said it was a tank.

If the welding technology is not good enough, then use riveting, riveting...the whole body is full of bumps and holes, and it is not round at all, the gun is not qualified, the turret can't turn, it is better to say that it is a tank than a self-propelled artillery.

The key is that there is no engine, and the self-propelled artillery will not work, but now that the money has been spent, it is not appropriate to stop, so I can only bite the bullet and do it.

But this military deficit can't stand it, the court is almost drained, and basically it is now cheating funds from the Liao state to support the construction.

"Sir, what's the matter?"

Biluo walked slowly behind Song Beiyun, gently kneading his shoulders, and whispered softly.

"Sad people."

"Don't worry, don't worry." Biluo said with a smile, "Do you want me to go for a walk with my husband?"

"No need, you are more than three months pregnant, now is the most dangerous time." Song Beiyun held her hand: "It should be more rest."

"It's not so precious." Biluo said with a smile, "I've been used to beating since I was a child."

"You're talking nonsense." Song Beiyun shot her a glance: "Take a good rest, I'll cook for you after the break. Where's Qiaoyun?"

"Sister Qiaoyun, she went out for a walk with her mother."

"I've wronged you." Song Beiyun comforted in a low voice, "I have to find you an old lady too."

"Oh, my husband. I'm really not that delicate. Besides, you cook for me every day when you come back. This is already a great favor to me. If you want someone to serve you, you will lose your life." Biluo laughed Said: "There are so many masters in the world, how many masters can cook by themselves."

Song Beiyun smiled helplessly: "Okay, I'm going to cook. Someone gave me a fish just now. I'll make soup for you two."

"By the way, my husband. In the afternoon, Her Royal Highness came to look for you."

"Her? What is she doing here?"

"She didn't tell me, but she told me that it was you who were on duty, and you would go to her place at night."

Song Beiyun snorted: "It's probably writing letters again, I'm almost becoming her full-time postman."

"Don't talk about her, Mr. Xiang. She is here alone. If she doesn't rely on Mr. Xiang, she will be so lonely." Biluo's small fan gently shook: "What does Mr. Xiang say?"

"You." Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "Look at your hand shaking the fan, did she do you any good?"

While talking, he saw a dazzling gold bracelet in Biluo's hand. This bracelet is not ordinary at first glance. The craftsmanship and texture are just like royal products.

Song Beiyun immediately understood, he stood up and patted Biluo's butt: "I have learned how to accept bribes."

Biluo didn't argue, just giggled.

After dinner, Song Beiyun massaged Qiao Yun's legs and then set off for Zhao Cheng's residence.

He never knocked on the door of Zhao Cheng's house, and Zhao Cheng got used to it, so there was nothing to hide anyway.

When he went this time, it happened that Zhao Cheng was taking a bath. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Zhao Cheng standing up from the basin. Zhao Cheng didn't shy away from it, but said softly: "Here you are?"

"You're too out of touch." Song Beiyun quickly turned around and walked out the door: "You should also close the door when you take a shower."

"Aren't you coming?"

After getting dressed, Zhao Cheng opened the door to welcome Song Beiyun in. Her hair was still wet and smelled like soap.

"I wrote a few letters, send them to my father, lest he worry."

Song Beiyun was silent for a moment, and then said: "I forgot to tell you something. King Xian of Tai passed away, and Lord Fu has already rushed back to Luzhou to deal with the funeral. It is better to post the letter later."

Hearing the news, Zhao Cheng froze for a moment: "Father, he..."

Chapter 823, Rain on May 3, Nine Years

It's embarrassing to say, Song Beiyun once met King Tai during the Luzhou refugee rebellion, and King Tai gave Song Beiyun the impression that he was a knowledgeable, wise and humorous little old man, and he was also Jin Ling'er's biological father. There are also some origins in it.

But now, almost ten years have passed in a flash, and the little old man King Tai has finally returned to ashes to ashes.

As for Zhao Cheng in front of her, a woman who didn't even care about being seen in the shower, actually completely collapsed when she heard the news of King Tai's death.

At this time, Song Beiyun is not easy to make jokes, because birth, old age, sickness and death are the only major events in the world. It is reasonable and logical for a person to have violent mood swings because of a major event. At least it proves that the core of Zhao Cheng is still an individual .

"Condolences."

Song Beiyun didn't have much to say. After all, for Zhao Cheng, her happiest time was spent with the King of Thailand. So many years of beautiful memories and family love cannot be completely healed by saying "sorry and change". of.

Sitting there watching Zhao Cheng cry in a low voice, Song Beiyun felt helpless in front of her for the first time.

"Why don't you drink some wine and sleep?"

He felt that he had said something stupid when he said this sentence. This dead father is not a broken relationship. There is no point in drinking to relieve his sorrow. The reason why pain is painful is because it is not a problem that can be solved by sleeping.

Zhao Cheng lowered her head, pear blossoms and rain, and the clothes she had put on hastily are now basically open. Although she doesn't want to look at it, she still thinks it looks good when she glances at it occasionally.

It's not that Song Beiyun is cold-blooded and ruthless, nor is he extremely lustful. It's just because human beings' sorrows and joys are not connected, and he would not expect that if one day his own relatives die, others will be extremely painful. Only in the relationship will trigger people's pain valve.

As for things like peeping, it's actually just sitting there and being boring, and I feel somewhat embarrassed if I want to leave.

In the end he decided to leave, but just as he got up, Zhao Cheng grabbed his sleeve: "Don't go..."

"I can't help you here." Song Beiyun also said helplessly: "You know that, right, I've only met Prince Tai once in my life, and you can't expect me to empathize with you just once. The most I can say is that it’s a bit of a pity for that talented, intelligent and interesting old man.”

Zhao Cheng didn't care about his rhetoric, just raised his red eyes and looked at him: "Just don't go, I'm a little scared by myself."

"Actually, I can completely ignore you, but I can't bear it." Song Beiyun sighed: "Then I'll just sit down for a while."

But sitting here is too boring. The only pleasure is to watch Zhao Cheng casually disappear while writing a letter with her head down. Later, Zhao Cheng seems to have discovered this. It's so baggy that the clothes almost slip off the shoulders.

"Don't, don't, why bother." Song Beiyun hurried up to grab her clothes: "It's not worth it, it's not worth it."

"It's okay, you don't have to be polite."

"Oh? No, why are you saying something weird?"

Zhao Cheng ignored him, just continued to write letters, shed a few tears as soon as she wrote a few words, it made people feel a little distressed, finally she walked to the box, bent down and took out a black dress from inside, Cut a piece of cloth with scissors and hang it on the sleeve, raised his face and said to Song Beiyun: "Dad is here, don't wear sackcloth and mourning, use this thing to express your condolences."

In this way, Zhao Cheng tossed and froze until it was about ten o'clock. Song Beiyun felt that it was a little too late, so he got up again to say goodbye, but Zhao Cheng still refused to let him leave.

"You can't do it, sister Cheng. If you don't leave, something will happen. You are a widow. People see the man coming in and not going out. Isn't this the end of it?"

Zhao Cheng just snorted softly, but took out wine and dried fruit from the cabinet next to him and put them on the table: "I'm a demon nun, how often do I care about my reputation? Besides, even if you do something, I will On the one hand, you won’t pester, on the other hand, you won’t make any noise, and you won’t even resist, what are you afraid of?”

Such words are undoubtedly an invitation, which is too embarrassing, Song Beiyun coughed twice: "You can't drink alcohol, something will really happen."

"You're just worried that I'll slander you." Zhao Cheng sneered, "I'll drink if you don't, you coward."

It's over, being ridiculed by the demon nun, if this kind of thing is to be done when Song Beiyun is young, then she has to be put on the table. Song Beiyun is not just talking about money and lust.

But now, Song Beiyun's first reaction to anything he did was to think twice before acting. His impulsiveness no longer belonged to him. It wasn't that he was worried about any adverse reactions, but simply felt that the demon nun was scary.

Zhao Cheng didn't try to push Song Beiyun any more, but poured himself some wine, drank a glass quietly, then continued to fill up, and drank another glass.

After drinking several cups like this, Zhao Cheng's eyes were blurred, but she kept drinking, and Song Beiyun finally felt relieved after seeing this scene - she really didn't mean to seduce herself.

What kind of disordered sex after drinking depends on the posture when drinking, drinking a glass of wine for half an hour, and then telling people "I'm drunk, help me back to the room", this kind of entering the room is likely to cause trouble.

But like Zhao Cheng, who drink half of a bottle of wine in one sip, basically asking for drunkenness or death or a near-death experience.As long as she drinks like this, if the 56-degree distilled wine is kept dry for a while, she will be able to dance while looking at the big wardrobe, and she will be sexually promiscuous, and she may be spit all over if she is put on the bed.

"Okay, stop drinking."

Song Beiyun reached out to stop him, but was pushed away by Zhao Cheng. Zhao Cheng's eyes focused for a long time before he was able to focus on Song Beiyun. She stared at Song Beiyun for a long time, as if the system was restarting from a blue screen. Fill your mouth.

"Drink to death!"

"I was married at the age of 16. My husband went into battle before I was veiled on the day of my marriage. After being defeated in Jingzhou, my head was hung on the city gate. More than 19 relatives were sent to the army, and I should be the royal family. , to avoid death but be reduced to a commoner." Zhao Cheng began to babble in a low voice: "24 years old, entered the White Lotus Sect, believed in their dream of a peaceful country and people's peace, and was obsessed with it. At the age of 32, I saw the destruction of the White Lotus. Now I am At [-], my whole life has been ruined."

Song Beiyun scratched his head: "Adults should be responsible for the things they choose. I admit that it was a bit unfair to you in the first half, but you can't blame others for the second half, right?"