Song Beiyun

When Song Beiyun heard what Zhao Xing said, he suddenly felt enlightened, but he still had doubts in his heart: "But they can influence a large group of people."

"They're all idlers, and only idlers get together to think about these things." Zhao Xing flicked his sleeves: "A group of idlers who are useless and unwilling, don't you know what the common people like?"

"What do people like?"

"I like money!" Zhao Xing laughed: "No serious person has the time to mingle with those people. You don't know how difficult the exams are now, and how tiring making money is. People attract bees and butterflies with flowers. They're a pile of cow dung that attracts flies to buzz."

Song Beiyun crossed his arms: "But they can still influence many people."

"Impact." Zhao Xing rubbed his chin and said, "I don't need to teach you the truth that when the water is clear, there will be no fish. No matter how clean the place is, you must have a cesspit. Let them help me sift out that part." Trash."

"How do you sift?"

At this time, Yan Shu was laughing: "Actually, the exams in Jinling have been constantly reforming over the years, but you don't know about it because you're not here. Now, regardless of arts and sciences, there are essay questions in the examination, which are the policy topics in the past. But everyone who speaks and keeps silent. The ancients and the sages, although it is a bit cruel to cut across the board, but most of them have no talent. This direct qualification is zero, except for other subjects, otherwise they will die."

"Yeah... you bastards."

Song Beiyun let out a long sigh with a smile. Now it seems that his worries are unnecessary, but he is not embarrassed, because he knows that the thought trend he has set off has blossomed after all.

After thinking that he didn't have to worry about so many things anymore, Song Beiyun finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan Shu continued: "Now the number of officials without background has reached [-]%, and as the older generation gradually retreats, their proportion is still increasing. You don't need to worry about some things anymore."

"That is to say, my thoughts and ideas are not up to date now?"

"It's still very new, but it's not up to the trend." Zhao Xing said with a smile beside him, "As you said, talented people emerge from generation to generation, and Song Beiyun can't change the sky or the earth."

Song Beiyun looked very pleased, smiled and looked into the distance: "It's a good thing."

The three of them did not speak, because although the era represented by Song Beiyun has not passed, they no longer always rely on Song Beiyun to divination the era, and now more and more people are on the stage in a serious manner , dancing on it.

"Your students have now set up a society in Jinling City, specializing in the study of social evils. Many times, because the information is newer than yours, the results they get are almost the same as yours." Yan Shu said: "The problem you just raised has been solved for half a year. gone."

"Then you still pretend you don't know? You dog."

"Isn't this afraid of losing you?"

"What's so disappointing about this? It's a happy thing, a very happy thing." Song Beiyun patted the railing vigorously: "There are 100 million Song Beiyuns, and now the aircraft carrier is launched!"

Zhao Xing laughed and said, "You don't even look at your own virtues. If there were a million of you, the country would be in complete chaos."

Song Beiyun didn't bother to argue with him, but continued to ask: "Just now I saw that Zhao Xiang was also brought by you, and his physical condition, you can really do it."

Yan Shu pursed his lips, and after a long time of deliberation, he said, "Actually... Father-in-law may not have many days left."

Song Beiyun was taken aback: "How do you say?"

Yan Shu talked about Zhao Xiang's situation. When he left Jinling a few years ago, Zhao Xiang still had a clear mind and was able to take care of most of his life, but now...he is confused and can't recognize many people. There are a lot of things, and now I can't do without personal care, and I can't take care of myself even if I eat, drink, and scatter.

Song Beiyun was silent for a moment, his eyes and expression slowly sank, and he said softly: "He is waiting for me to give him an explanation."

"What explanation?" Yan Shu asked curiously.

"The secret between the seamstresses of the Song Dynasty and the Song Dynasty."

"You really think highly of yourself." Zhao Xing interjected, "You're still a tinkerer, Da Song is so bad that you can mend it."

Song Beiyun didn't say anything, neither did Yan Shu, and Zhao Xing couldn't go on talking anymore, so he smiled self-deprecatingly: "Thank you very much."

The wind on the lighthouse was strong, and a huge cargo ship in the distance slowly entered the port, bringing the cargo from afar and cheers from the sailors. Song Beiyun watched it for a while, and said softly: "Go down."

Early the next morning, Song Beiyun went to find Yan Shu, and he checked Zhao Xiang's situation.

How should I put it, the real exhaustion is not the same concept as Miaoyan's poor health. Zhao Xiang's life in the true sense has come to an end, and he is unable to recover from birth, old age, sickness and death.

"Let me do it."

Song Beiyun took the wheelchair from Yan Shu: "I'll take Zhao Xiang out for a walk."

Pushing an old man who was dying, his emaciation made it impossible to see that he was a generation of prime ministers who had struggled to keep the torn Song Dynasty from falling apart.

Ask him if he wants to eat, he will always shake his head, even if he drinks water, he only drinks a little.

Walking on the streets of Lianyungang, Song Beiyun suddenly cleared his throat: "Mr. Zhao, my subordinate is here to report to you."

Zhao Xiang paused, but did not move much. Song Beiyun pointed to a huge building not far away and said, "Over there is a steel factory that has just been completed. This is the largest building in Song Dynasty so far. The annual output of this steel plant alone is more than five times that of the steel output five years ago."

I don’t know if Zhao Xiang listened or not, but he nodded vaguely. Song Beiyun continued to push him along the criss-crossing road: “Ahead are the paper mill and cement plant. Cement, you know, is a substitute The stone turn, with it, Da Song can build taller buildings and a stronger city."

As Song Beiyun said, he pointed out the surrounding buildings to Zhao Xiang. Seeing those huge buildings that he had never seen in his life, Zhao Xiang seemed to have light in his eyes.

"Zhao Xiang, there is a canteen ahead. Nearly 10 people in the port eat in several of these canteens every day. I will recommend you to go in and have a look."

Pushing Zhao Xiang into the cafeteria, when he came to a basket of steaming steamed buns, Zhao Xiang actually pointed his finger. Song Beiyun hurriedly fetched one and put it in front of him, but Zhao Xiang insisted on taking it with his hands.

"It's white flour, with cabbage and meat inside." Song Beiyun squatted in front of Zhao Xiang and broke the buns: "Look."

Zhao Xiang stared at the bun for a while, then stretched out his hand tremblingly, as if he had exhausted all his strength to pick up half of the bun in Song Beiyun's hand, and fed it to his mouth with difficulty.

Seeing his appearance, Song Beiyun let out a long sigh, stood up and couldn't bear to look at him.

I can only see that after he took a hard bite, he still firmly held the remaining half in his hand, regardless of the oil and water on his hand.

"Zhao Xiang, I don't know how to describe the appearance of Shengshi, but I know that you have your standards in your heart."

Song Beiyun continued to push him forward. When he walked through a small park, there were many early risers wandering in it, and some small vendors were selling items. Zhao Xiang looked at it for a long time.

In the end, Song Beiyun brought him to the shipyard. The huge No. [-] flagship of the Song Dynasty was already in the final assembly stage. The thick keel wrapped in brass and pieces of shining metallic parts matched the huge ship. It looks very coordinated.

Zhao Xiang watched the ship for half an hour, then turned his head to look at Song Beiyun beside him, and raised his finger.

"I'll arrange it for you right away!"

Soon, a training ship was launched from the dock. Although this ship is not as good as the flagship, it is also a [-]-ton sailing battleship. Generally, it is used as a substitute flagship and battleship for technical verification. will come out.

But today, after Song Beiyun's order, the substitute flagship led the second thousand-sail fleet to the port.

"The Second Fleet of the Song Dynasty, the fleet is complete, waiting for inspection!"

Song Beiyun squatted beside Zhao Xiang: "Master Xiangguo, please review."

After finishing speaking, he got up: "Welcome Mr. Xiangguo to board the ship!"

Chapter 836: On June 6, Nine Years, It Was Sunny, Strong Wind Blows and Clouds Fly

Thousands of sails are unfurled, and among the blue sea and blue sky, like petrels flying, stand on top of the lead ship, and the distant islands are just pieces of a chessboard.

The super-large-caliber naval guns that have not been officially installed on the deck have been uncovered, and they are shining in the sun.Everyone on the big ship, from the captain to the captain, wore new-style navy dresses. The dark blue dress was almost the same color as the sea. The straight clothes and the coat of arms belonging to the Song Dynasty on the military uniform made people feel extra energetic.

"The fleet is dispersed!"

The standard-bearer issued an order, and all the fleets immediately dispersed, and the small boats were inserted into it, forming a dense inspection square to surround the command ship in the center. At a glance, the sea and the sky are all ships of the Song Dynasty, and there is no room for others. land.

"The East China Sea Fleet is assembled, please review!"

At this moment, when the sun was setting, the setting sun was hanging between the sea and the sky, only half of it was left, and the dim sunlight reflected the ships on the sea surface, both mighty and majestic, even though the waves were furious and majestic.

Thousands of ships of various types in the harbor were present, and Song Beiyun reported their usage and cost one by one.

"If a foreign enemy invades, once the wartime state is activated, the production efficiency of the five shipyards will increase by three times, the efficiency of combat personnel assembly will increase by five times, the upper limit of various armaments will be lifted, and all the strength of the whole country will be used to defend against the enemy's borders." Song Beiyun Close the booklet: "From today onwards, there will be no more wars on the land of China. Please take a look at it, Mr. Xiangguo."

Song Beiyun bowed and handed over the booklet of the battle plan, and Yan Shu who was next to him quickly took it, and squatted beside Zhao Xiang to read it for him.

As for the scene at the scene, not to mention waiting for idlers, Zhao Xing, who has seen too many big scenes, is all bristling, and the fleet of thousands of sails is mixed into a fleet of thousands of ships. , are all the oceans of the country, and this scene is like a dream.

At this moment, Song Beiyun gently raised his hand, and the flag bearer on the mast immediately waved the red flag. Immediately, there was a cannon fire from the far end, and then the cannon sound rumbled into pieces.

Zhao Xiang's eyes were cloudy, but he still looked into the distance, holding his hands firmly on the armrests of the wheelchair, and seemed to be saying something, but was drowned out by the rumbling sound.

After going around the island for a week, the team was supposed to be dismissed, but Zhao Xiang seemed unwilling to disembark at all, so Song Beiyun simply waved his hand and said, "Routine drill!"

Since he doesn't want to go down, let him be here, and the fleet will be treated as a routine training.

When night came, the huge and hot searchlights could not detect the depth of the distant ocean. Zhao Xiang ate something today, but it was still like feeding a bird. Song Beiyun knew that he was forcing himself to eat more, just to see more glance.

The sea breeze was cold at night, but Zhao Xiang still refused to enter the cabin, but at this time, no one would force him. The Da Song Tiantuan headed by Zhao Xing just stood with the stubborn old man on the deck in the sea breeze. superior.

"Will he be healthy?" Zhao Xing asked in a low voice, "I'm afraid something will happen if you keep blowing like this."

Yan Shu's eyes were also full of anxiety, but Song Beiyun was very magnanimous. He sat on the side of the boat and looked up at the starry sky: "Let him look more often."

It was late at night, and finally he was worried that the old man would not be able to withstand the sea breeze and let him into the cabin. After Song Beiyun checked his pulse, he stood up and shook his head gently.

Zhao Xing let out a long sigh, while Yan Shu quietly looked out the window with his hands behind his back.

But at this moment, Zhao Xiang suddenly seemed to wake up. He turned his head to look at the people around him, fixed his eyes on Zhao Xing's face for a while, and then looked at his son-in-law and Song Beiyun.

He seemed to want to speak, but at this moment he was unable to shout.

"Zhao Xiang, what do you want to eat?" Song Beiyun was the first to notice his state, and hurried forward.

The other two also gathered around, but Zhao Xiang shook his head, stretched out his hand tremblingly from the blanket, and pressed it on the back of Zhao Xing's hand, opened his mouth but there was no sound.

Song Beiyun quickly stepped forward and pressed several acupuncture points on him, allowing him to speak a complete sentence.

Finally, after accumulating energy for a long time, Zhao Xiang spoke again, holding Zhao Xing tightly with his hands, looking at Song Beiyun, panting for a long time before opening his mouth, "The future..."

Song Beiyun quickly put his ear to his mouth, only to hear him continue to say: "Future China...please."

After finishing speaking, he was as silent as a flat tire.Song Beiyun stepped forward to check his pulse. He was still alive, but...

In the end, the tinker from the Song Dynasty didn't survive the night, he just walked away skinny, in the middle of the summer night.

He actually died a long time ago, but maybe it was an obsession. After all, this delicate old man was still thinking about the five-year contract that Song Beiyun owed him.

Now, he is gone.But Song Beiyun was very annoyed, because he felt that he had not met the old man's requirements, let alone fulfilled his own vision, but the debt could never be repaid.

Zhao Xiang's daughter handed the old man's suicide note to Zhao Xing after the old man was buried, and Zhao Xing handed it to Song Beiyun.

Song Beiyun gave it to Yan Shu, and Yan Shu handed it back to Zhao Xing.

None of the three said anything, everything was done in silence, Zhao Xing looked down at the letter, and simply opened it.

There are indeed some regretful words in it, and it also takes an inventory of the past of the old man's life, from his determination to help the country in troubled times when he was young to his longing for the unification of his family and country in his old age.

But in the end, he went before he could see the unification of his family and the country. He also anticipated everything, and even comforted him in the letter by saying, "Although the great cause is unfinished, the road has been cleared, and it will not be far away."

In the end, his last wish was actually very simple, that is, he wanted to bury half of his ashes in Jinling City and half in Luoyang City.

"I even forgot that this old man is an advocate of cremation." Song Beiyun chuckled, "Okay, I'll take care of it."

According to the rules, the body needs to be parked for seven days, but Zhao Xiang said in his posthumous letter that he wanted to return to his hometown as soon as possible, and he didn't want to be delayed for a long time, so he just stopped for two or three days.

The old man was humorous at the end, saying that he was afraid that his soul would not find the tomb when he returned to Luoyang. He was timid since he was a child, and he was very afraid of the dark.

On the day of the funeral, it is treated as a national ceremony.Although Zhao Xing, as a king, could not help the spirit, Yan Shu went to Song Beiyun for him, and Zhao Xing wrote the elegiac couplet himself.

And looking at the pile of bones coming out of the fire, Song Beiyun couldn't help but sigh, that the all-powerful figure back then just died like this in the end.

Yan Shu returned to Jinling with half of the ashes, his wife and children, while Song Beiyun and Fo Baonu took the other half to Luoyang.

"You, I'll tell you." Song Beiyun pointed at the nose of the monarch on the spot and said, "This is a special situation. You must not make trouble here, do you know?"

Zhao Xing sat on Song Beiyun's chair and moved left and right: "Why does this position feel more comfortable than my dragon chair, let's change it?"

Song Beiyun didn't bother to talk to him, but at night, he arranged for him to have a meal with Fo Baonu, plus Zhao Cheng.

The informal meeting between the emperors of the two countries did not say anything about work. After all, Zhao Xing had known Brother Yelu for a long time, and he knew that he couldn't say anything good.

He was quite surprised to see Zhao Cheng here. The last time he came was more formal. Naturally, Song Beiyun didn't arrange for the siblings to meet, but seeing him now made them a little embarrassed.

"Let's not talk too much, let's toast Zhao Xiang." Zhao Xing raised his glass and said, "May the mountains and rivers be united!"

Fo Baonu looked at Zhao Xing coldly, and snorted softly: "May the Daliao Dynasty last forever."

Zhao Xing didn't care, he just laughed and drank the wine in the glass.

Early the next morning, Song Beiyun and Fo Baonu set off on the road. Before he left, he repeatedly warned Zhao Xing not to cause any strange things. Zhao Xing naturally promised well, but when Song Beiyun left...

"Left full rudder left full rudder!"

Zhao Xing commanded the helmsman on the ship: "Why don't you listen to the full left rudder? Just now, if you had the full left rudder, you could just hit a sideways position, and the opposite side collapsed after a round of salvo."

The captain next to him dared not speak out, he really didn't want Zhao Xing to be on his ship, especially when he was participating in the drill.

Doesn't he know Zuo Manruo?But at the speed just now, with the full left rudder, the ship is going to dump, and it is generally not operated in that way unless necessary, usually only when the two ships are fighting each other or when they want to attack each other.

But Zhao Xing didn't care about that much, he just yelled there.

"Officials, don't turn full rudder at this time. The enemy ship is still two kilometers away from us. If a salvo misses after full left rudder, we will enter the collision range of the enemy ship. Turn sideways and face the front. The tonnage is almost the same. Below, the angle of the enemy ship's ram could easily split us in two."

Hearing such an introduction, Zhao Xing groaned, and looked at the person next to him: "Who are you?"

"Report to the officials! I am the tactical staff officer of Enyuan, and my name is Xiao Jinbei."

"Liao people?"