Song Beiyun

What's even more exaggerated is that even if you don't buy it, you can get a structural diagram of the farm tool at the exhibition. The size, tolerance and assembly method of each component are marked in detail, and a carpenter who has studied for a few years can easily imitate it.

Of course, in addition to all kinds of equipment, there are also a wide variety of industrial products, including all kinds of products that can be imagined or unexpected.

From food to daily necessities, the complete range of products and preferential prices make people dizzying.

Going from the center to the outside, there are product fairs in various regions. Anyway, where there is Song Beiyun, such large-scale trade fairs must be indispensable.

This is not new in Chang'an, but it is the first time in Jinling. The cultural essences of different nationalities are put together. In fact, it cannot be said to be a competition at all, because the impact of the combination of different cultural backgrounds is definitely complementarity rather than struggle. sex.

Song Beiyun has long understood the matter of creating an atmosphere, what products are allowed to enter and what products are not allowed to enter. He has played this set of models clearly in Chang'an.

Although at the beginning, it was to take care of the emotions of the old and the young in Jinling City, but this kind of exhibition that has risen to the national level will naturally spread word of mouth among the crowd, and more and more people will come here , at a glance, the entire area is full of human heads.

"This thing is miraculous."

Zhao Xing was sitting in the room, there was a big hole blowing hot wind, and it was raining like ice outside, but the room was so hot that people couldn't wear cotton-padded jackets.

"I also like this sofa very much."

The sparks from the collision of springs, leather, and sponges can really greatly increase happiness. Even Zhao Xing, who is used to sitting on the dragon chair, is now lying on the sofa and does not want to move, while the ministers next to him are also stuck. I can't extricate myself from it, thinking that I will use the whole set at home later.

"I heard that the warm air comes from a fire outside, heat up a big copper gourd, and then use a fan to blow the hot air in." Zhao Xing pointed to the rotating thing on the wall: "This dog will enjoy .”

The place where they are now is the model room specially designed by Song Beiyun to create a new concept high-end office space, but it is now occupied by His Majesty the Emperor and his ministers.

Sitting here can have an unprecedented office experience, abandoning the original stove, improving safety, cleanliness and comfort, and adding sofas and coffee tables to make the process of meeting guests more comfortable and natural.

The setting of the desk is also very interesting. The large number of drawers and the large table body all show the extraordinary temperament of the owner, which is both practical and quite aesthetic.

And the most amazing thing is that there is a secret door behind the desk, which is said to be used for lunch breaks, but as for how to develop it, it is the business of the bosses at all levels.

This kind of humanized office space, once set up, the modification cost is only [-] to [-] yuan. After all, people who can afford it don't care about the [-] to [-] yuan.

With sliding glass doors and windows, heavy Persian carpets, and cowhide sofas, even Lao Ding, who is always thrifty, thinks that the two to thirty thousand yuan is actually quite worth it. Find someone to change the home, after all, I am getting older, and I can no longer sit still like I was when I was young.

"Isn't it going to burn a lot of coal this day?"

Lao Ding got up and checked the steaming air outlet: "It's not worth it."

"Hey, don't worry about that, I really don't need much. It is said that the inspiration comes from the kiln bed of people's homes in the far north. A fire was lit in the stove outside, and a dozen copper gourds were heated, and the top can also be used for burning. Cook with water." Zhao Xing introduced: "But to say it, it's better to have a house named villa for me in Chang'an, it's a comfortable one."

Zhao Xing always felt that if Song Beiyun could spend his life thinking about how to make himself more comfortable in other fields, he might be able to become a god in the flesh, but this guy just spent all day studying how to make himself more comfortable. It looks more at ease.

This is probably what makes people more angry than others. After decades of hard research, it is not as good as Song Beiyun's "You let me think about it? Then I will think about it" attitude.

So Zhao Xing is now quite alive, no matter how hard he tries in some things, he can't compare to those immortal players who are born with their own talents.

While Zhao Xing and the others were blowing the warm wind and drinking the juice squeezed from the tribute oranges, Song Beiyun was circling between the envoys on the northern and southern grasslands.

Most of the territory of the southern grassland is in Inner Mongolia, while most of the northern grassland is in the territory of Outer Mongolia. The two sides have been fighting for three years, and the northern grassland has clearly shown signs of decline. The Southern Grassland saw that the victory was imminent, but the support policy of Song and Liao suddenly changed. After a detailed understanding, it turned out that it was the result of these northern tartars lobbying everywhere, and that's why both sides appeared here to sue grand occasion.

It is said that the North and the South have been opposed since ancient times, the South is weak and the North is strong, the East and West are opposed, and the East is weak and the West is strong.But this premise is that there is no invisible big hand behind the division of strength and weakness to control the overall situation.

In fact, the current situation on the grassland is not up to them to decide at all. It is more caused by the black hands behind the scenes, not to mention winter, even in summer, as long as the follow-up supply stops like this, the rest is nomadic tactics. Nomadic tactics, wars under the same civilization system are especially cruel, because both sides can deeply understand each other's tactical meaning, so it is tantamount to facing each other with clear cards, and it is fate to win or lose.

Logically speaking, both the Song Dynasty and the Liao Dynasty should be more supportive of the pro-Central Plains Southern Grassland.

But the actual data is very embarrassing. In the grassland civil war that has continued to this day, the total amount of support Song and Liao gave to the northern grassland is higher than that of the southern grassland, and the price of the same commodity is not the same for the northern and southern grasslands. Too much the same, in general, the Southern Grassland is about [-]% more expensive.

This matter is puzzling. No matter how smart a strategist is, they don't know what the Song and Liao countries are playing. Logically speaking, even if they want to check and balance, this is not the way to play.

But even under the premise of such a biased fight, the South Grassland still defeated the North Grassland. Now the Northern Royal Court has been chased and divided into two. One has been driven to the side of the Gur Dynasty and fled to the north. After the royal court wiped out the Gur dynasty and destroyed the country that had been on the opposite side for at least 200 years, a group of soldiers is now staring at the border of the black-clothed food, that is, the edge of the Arab Empire.

Dashi in black was still hugging Yan Shu's thigh and crying here a few days ago, but Da Song said that Da Song's policy of establishing a country is not to interfere in the internal affairs of other countries, and this matter is quite difficult to handle.

It can be said that there are not many great empires left in the entire Western Regions now. Khorizmo is about to be wiped out by the northern royal court. The Gur Dynasty is dying. Over there, further ahead is the Persian Empire, and after passing the Persian Empire, it will soon enter Europe.

Or how to say it is an East Asian monster house, just such a chased nomadic cavalry has almost penetrated the entire Central Asia from East Asia, basically one step away from Europe.

Along the way, it was really powerful, and wherever it went, it beat all obstacles to the point of crying.

It was such a group of fierce prairie knights, but now their envoys were crying and rolling in front of Da Song, begging Da Song to help his brother.

But the Northern King's Court, which has been beaten to the ground, can beat those famous empires like the third grandson. Can the Southern Grassland, which has been chasing the Northern King's Court all the way, be a soft persimmon?

The civil war in the Golden Tent, wherever it goes, gods block and kill gods and Buddhas block and kill Buddhas. Wherever the Northern King's Court goes, it will attract the terrifying Southern Grassland. The resentment of killing one's father cannot be reconciled at all.

Have you seen the detours of packing and copying in other countries?The southern grasslands are dry.

Have you ever seen someone walk straight through someone's palace after knocking down their palace just because someone's palace wall blocked the way?The southern grasslands are dry.

Surrounded the enemy with a lone army, but found that there were more and more, and finally fought bloody to wipe out the opponent, but found that more than [-]% of these people were soldiers of the current empire. Have you ever seen it?The southern grasslands are dry.

What's more important is that they just wrote a note saying sorry after typing, but they were generously forgiven.

With such terrifying combat power, it was actually just a training ground for Song Liao to train his troops in the original place.

Sometimes people only know whether they are great or small when they go out. The Golden Horde has completely gone out now, but the problem is that they realize their own insignificance at a deeper level.

After going around in a big circle, they still have to come back and beg the Song Empire to leave them alive.

Because they discovered that it is not really that they are strong, but that the countries outside are too fragmented, and the truly powerful countries have not yet made a move.

At the peak of the Golden Horde, more than 50 major ministries combined together with the bravery of the Jin Kingdom failed to win the two gold wars. Now it has become a nightmare that lingers in their hearts and cannot be erased.

"This...isn't easy." Song Beiyun said with a sad face: "Song's national policy is not to interfere in the internal affairs of other countries, and the purchases are all discussed by the people below. How can I be a courtier for others? To change the national policy, didn’t you force me to behead?”

Of course, this kind of thing is difficult to handle, but the Northern King Court can't die now, but it can't make them unite again.

So Song Beiyun was silent for a while and continued: "Well, you go back and tell Song Ping that you have to forgive him and forgive him. Almost don't chase after him. Since he called me foster father, I naturally can't say that my six relatives don't recognize me. I will try to get half the price for a new batch of supplies and armaments."

The South Grassland heard that it was beneficial to fish, and agreed immediately, but the Northern King's Court was very uncomfortable. Now they are almost exhausted, and they have no money to pay for those expensive armaments.

Regarding this, Song Beiyun said to their envoy: "You guys just stay outside, find a stable and fertile place and settle down."

The envoy almost cried when he heard this. Doesn't this mean that the Northern King's Court will become a government-in-exile?

But Song Beiyun's next sentence suddenly set the messenger on fire.

"There are some things that cannot be said in the open, but...isn't Princess Erhua still there?" Song Beiyun chuckled and said, "I will tell her that those who support her will go to the Great Khan to help. After all, I am Song Beiyun I still support loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness, and it would be too cruel not to let my daughter go back to see her father."

"All the armament supplies for the aid team." Song Beiyun paused for a moment: "Da Song is out."

Both sides were given a sweet date, and both sides were quite satisfied. After all, the Southern Grassland is also very tired now, and if there is no chance to breathe, their population may collapse.

"Okay, you two don't argue anymore, I'll go back and report to Tian Khan, you go back and wait for the news."

Chapter 862: Sunny May 1, Ten Years

"The Song Dynasty always needs an outpost. Letting out the gang of Tartars in the north can not only protect the outpost of the Song Dynasty, but also firmly block the bronchi of the Tartars in the south."

Song Beiyun lay reclining on the lunch break bed in Zhao Xing's bedroom. Zhao Xing limped in from outside and lay down on the bed: "You are talking about the Grassland family outside."

"I'm a hypocrite." Song Beiyun turned over lazily: "They are like fierce horses. If they are not completely tamed, they are like being close. They will give you a hoof when they come up."

"You're the first dog I've ever seen who admits to hypocrisy." Zhao Xing took out plaster from under the bed and stuck it on his swollen toes: "My feet hurt every three days in winter."

"Did you secretly eat dog meat yesterday?"

"No."

"Someone saw you, at the dog meat shop in Dongcheng. That dog meat restaurant in Pei County with red flags hanging."

"Who the hell has such a big tongue? I cut his mouth!"

Song Beiyun didn't bother to talk to him, but said bitterly: "I don't care about you anyway, you will be paralyzed in bed sooner or later."

Zhao Xing knew he was in the wrong, so he didn't want to say anything else, so he just changed the subject and said, "Stay here for the New Year this year, and then start the holiday after the New Year. Now that the New Year is over, it's too late for you to go back."

"I have no relatives here, what are you doing here?"

"Stay in the palace and play. Which maid do you like? Raise your hand and flick her on the forehead three times to ensure that someone will knock on your door in the middle of the night."

"Read less dubious books."

"Didn't you write that?"

As Zhao Xing said, he took out a stack of manuscripts from under the pillow: "By the way, you can see what I wrote."

Song Beiyun took the manuscript, and there were a few large characters written on the upper part of the manuscript - "The Amorous History of Beijing".

"The content of the story is about a scholar who came to the process from other places, but had no choice but to marry into a wealthy local family. Within three years of marriage, his father-in-law died of illness, and he was the only man in the huge house except for the servants." Zhao. Xing happily introduced his hard work: "I have been thinking hard for several years before I finished the book, just look at it."

Song Beiyun pinched his nose and turned it over to take a look. This look was really interesting. This is not so much Zhao Xing's Beijing Amorous History as it is an erotic version of Dream of Red Mansions.Zhao Xing should have brought himself into the protagonist, probably the story is about a young man who gradually becomes the one who controls the overall situation from being a mediocre person under the fence, although there are a lot of strange descriptions in it, and the big and small women in the family are also almost wiped out by the protagonist over and over.

But if you study it carefully, the life of the wealthy and noble families described in it, the depression of the scholars, and the reflection on the family system when the family declined, are all definitely masterpieces. The incisive and vivid realistic critical literature described by the top aristocrats in the Song Dynasty.

"It's okay, but I found that if you don't write something erotic, you won't be able to write." Song Beiyun put down the manuscript: "You gave away the erotic stuff in it, and it is guaranteed to be a treasured work that has been passed down for thousands of years."

"That can't be done." Zhao Xing shook his head and said, "If you don't let me write that, who will write a book?"

This is a piece of hob meat. Song Beiyun neither said much nor encouraged anything, but nodded after reading the content of the book: "The content is still okay, but the form is a bit too exaggerated. He will be in his 30s later on. Is it appropriate to take care of the third daughter at night after dying of illness? Don't talk about him, can you?"

Zhao Xing pondered for a while, then stretched out his hand and said, "Give it to me, I'll change it."

After taking the manuscript, Zhao Xing stuffed it back under the pillow and leaned against the head of the bed: "By the way, are you here to celebrate the New Year?"

"I still have to hurry back, there is still a big family waiting on my side."

"What are you waiting for? Waiting for you, Ye Yu San Daughter? They are happier without you, and you don't look at your disgusting appearance. If you want me to say, any close lover is bullshit, the closer you are, the better you will be." The less likely you are to be intimate, the more you will hate each other in the end."

"You did everything you could to keep me here." Song Beiyun yawned: "Okay, anyway, my two-year leave has to be counted from the next year."

Seeing that his plan had succeeded, Zhao Xing nodded happily, and then asked abruptly, "When will you close the net on the other side of the grassland?"

"Don't worry, the long time is 20 years, and the shortest time is ten years later."

"So long? Can't you cut through the mess as quickly as you dealt with Jin Guo?"

Song Beiyun was annoyed and funny, and looked up at Zhao Xing: "Let me ask you, since when did the Kingdom of Jin become fully Sinicized?"

"It should be... the year before Emperor Taizong's death, and the second year of Zhidao. At that time, the emperor's grand tour was approaching, and Jin changed his course in order to win the world, and completely Sinicized. It has been more than [-] years now."

"Yes, more than [-] years. In the past [-] years, apart from working in the Liao Kingdom, all the people in the Kingdom of Jin have been learning how to be a Han Chinese. They have learned a lot of advantages and disadvantages. In other words, they are rotten. The last one To them, it is nothing more than the king of the Central Plains Dynasty going north. Is that called invasion? That is called liberation." Song Beiyun smiled and said: "But the grassland is different. Although they are also sinicizing now, it has only been a few years. They Most of the children here still speak Turkic. None of them think they are Han Chinese, and they are all eagles in the grassland. If you act recklessly in the past, that is aggression. Don’t underestimate the difference between these two words, the result is a world of difference. "

"Um……"

"If you really cut the mess with a sharp knife, you have to kill the whole grassland. If you are really bored in it, dig a hole and bury it all, but if a few tribes sneak out, then they will be sworn to you. In the future The situation is changing day by day, do you know that you can prosper forever? And you know that others cannot be popular? If the roles are reversed one day, guess how they will treat the Central Plains?"

"You are too pessimistic."

"Is this pessimism? It's called taking precautions before they happen. Precautions cannot be called pessimism." Song Beiyun got up, took a sip of tea and lay down again: "Don't think about taking the site and then going to Mingming Virtue is about being close to the people and being the ultimate good. That’s all nonsense. No matter how obedient people are on the surface, they will tell their children and grandchildren in private that you Han people are the executioners who slaughter other people. As long as you are sick one day, they will come up and take care of you. Cut your neck with a knife."

After hearing this, Zhao Xing couldn't help sighing. The things here are too complicated, and he always needs to use his brain to think about it. A person like him who has to hold back his enthusiasm for everything is really not suitable for being an emperor.

"Don't listen to what people say to you about striking while the iron is hot and chasing after the victory. Some things have to be piled up with time. Even if you really want them to die, you must not end it yourself."

"So you planned the war between the North and South Grasslands? Then let one go away? What's the reason for this? Explain it to me."

"Well, this is easy to understand. The major events in the world, the long-term unity must be divided, and the long-term unity must be united. After fighting on the grassland for several years, from the original evenly matched to the current one-sided. Although I, Song Dynasty, gave them support, some things are actually very subjective. Yes, such as morale. In the end, no matter how you fight, the south will win and dominate the grassland. Maybe they will change their name, but whether it is called Mongolia or Raksha, they are actually no different from the Golden Horde. The huge north The threat is still real."

"So you let them go out and settle down?"

"That's right, it looks like the south has won, but in fact it didn't win completely, because there is always a group of prairie compatriots who are nostalgic for their homeland outside and are watching them."

"It's extremely sinister, Song Beiyun."

"Praise, praise." Song Beiyun bowed his hands to Zhao Xing very calmly: "There is no need to say too much praise."

"Then this outpost... how did the prairie people who were driven out by you become an outpost?"

Speaking of this, Song Beiyun didn't feel sleepy anymore. He simply sat up and said to Zhao Xing: "The northern grassland is now being beaten to pieces by the south. Now I will let some of the refugees from the grassland return to supplement their power, and give them a certain amount of money." Supplies, so under the double influence, the only thing they can rely on for many years to come is Da Song. If they can really camp in one place, it’s fine, but once there is a strong enemy that they can’t resist, you think they will seek the brothers in the south Asylum or will you seek Da Song's asylum?"

"That goes without saying."

"As long as we have an early warning and can arrange it in advance, unless someone can be hundreds of years ahead of us, the Heavenly King Lao Tzu will break his leg when he comes." Song Beiyun sneered: "As for the loss of the northern grassland, That has nothing to do with me. I can't blame this kind of thing on me, can I?"

Sure enough, it was Song Beiyun's style, with cunning in the slander, and the cunning rabbit's three-hole plot was fully displayed. Anyway, no matter which side wins, he will benefit in the end, and he can't say a word about it. It's a typical betrayal. Even if someone knows it well, he has to obediently help him count the money, and Yang Mou is playing tricks.

Moreover, Zhao Xing discovered that Song Beiyun's three-handed axe was basically invisible now. His methods became more and more sophisticated, and his lack of virtue was also increasing. Moreover, he has always been a big eater, and now he has the kind of ambition that is visible to the naked eye. I no longer concealed it, and almost pointed to Tubo's nose and said, "You can't escape either."

"After the threat of the grassland, what about Tubo? What about Tubo? When you spoke before, you were thinking about the barren land of Tubo."

"It's not really thinking about it, but it's probably impossible for Song Dynasty to send people to make peace again. Tubo relies on its own high mountains and rivers, and it can be said that they have become more and more alienated these years. It won't be many years before they will start to be concerned about the abundance of natural resources. The Central Plains of China has been disturbed, so since we can't avoid it, it is better to directly announce the thoughts of the Tubo tribes, and tell them positively, "We didn't clean up you just because we can't do anything now. When we stabilize, we will let you go." You shall die'."

"Doesn't this scare the snake?"

"What's the matter? You can still sneakily take down Tubo alone? Let me tell you, in the current state, if you go to the plateau, you will die if you march quickly, even people and horses. You will die as many as you want. If you don't march quickly, you will be kited by the Tubo people. How powerful are the soldiers with good weapons, you can fight against the power of heaven and earth? So what we need is to scare the snakes, so that they don't dare to act rashly, and buy us a little more time."

Now Song Beiyun really felt that there was not enough time, a lifetime was too short, and he had to make good use of every day.

"Okay, okay, stop talking nonsense with you, I'll go to bed first."

"Then you say yes, I will celebrate the New Year here this year."

"Ok, well, celebrate the New Year here."