Song Beiyun

But the real reason is only known to him, it is too boring, this era is too boring, a person who used to be in the era of information explosion, in this barren world, really finds everything boring.

That kind of cognition and insight that surpassed this era made him feel pain all the time.

In the past, it could be said that he relied on beauty to stabilize his mind, but as he got older, his indifference and aloofness became more and more obvious.

He doesn't like communicating with people more and more, not because he looks down on these aborigines but because he really has nothing to say.

You must know that for ordinary people in this era, it is not a small matter to go to the provincial capital. If they go to Jinling or Chang'an, it may even become a topic of conversation for the rest of their lives.

Such as "Your grandfather and I also went to Jinling in the early years, and also ate at a restaurant with XX or XXX."

This feeling is like hearing my father complain that most of the colleagues in the unit talk about mahjong every day, because of the poverty, the deep-rooted poverty.

Therefore, in order to get rid of that kind of sadness in Song Beiyun's life, he must move all the time, just like the bird without feet in the story of A Fei, the day of landing is the time of death.

It will be two months after the affairs of Chang'an are completely finished. He finally had a leisurely day, and was sitting in the yard spreading the chrysanthemums flat on the dustpan to dry, when Wuyou hurried in and said Someone is looking for him.

After Song Beiyun passed by, he found out that it was the young master of the Wang family whom he hadn't seen for a long time, that is, the son-in-law of the Kong family who had a twists and turns in his life, but now returned to glory.

His current status is very important, he can be said to be the leader of the old and the young, shining brightly with the aura of the Confucian family.

But he, how should I put it, can be regarded as a kind person. He always remembers Song Beiyun's steamed buns in a small courtyard, and his attitude towards Song Beiyun is surprisingly good. , There is also a whole set of Analects of Confucius signed and stamped by the Kong family specially for the children in the family.

I have to say, this heart is really in place.

"Brother Wang, you are not afraid of being accused of right and wrong when you visit like this? I, Song Beiyun, do not have a good reputation."

But the young master of the Wang family laughed loudly: "Brother, when my brother was in trouble, everyone in the world thought I was like shit, but you stood up for me and gave me a house, allowing me to breathe. Now my brother is up again. Although you look down on me, brother, I know that there is someone worthy of my favor in this cold world. As for reputation, it is a joke. When I was miserable at the gate of the peony garden, others did not give me the slightest favor. Don't say that brother, you have a high position and authority, even if you are a gangster, murder and set fire, as long as you treat me well, then you are a rare good person in the world."

Song Beiyun also laughed loudly: "Okay, okay, this glass of wine is my toast to the brother of the Wang family."

The two drank the wine in their glasses, and the young master of the Wang family said: "I heard that my brother is going to leave for the Liao Kingdom?"

"Some official duties have to be done, after all, I have to meet His Majesty."

"Then brother, do me a favor and add a gift."

As he spoke, he took out an inkstone from his bosom, on which was carved a charming young girl, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Zuo Rou from ten years ago...

"Back then, I didn't live up to my elder brother and became a waste. Now that time has passed, everything should have gone with the wind. Now she has become the queen of the Liao Kingdom, and it is inappropriate to meet again. This is what I prepared for the inkstone back then. It's meaningless to keep things of love by your side, so it's better to give them as gifts." Young Master Wang smiled heartily: "It can be regarded as an end to a worry."

"Send a token to the queen of another country, brother is so bold."

"Hahahaha, it's just elegant things. Emperor Liao is not so narrow-minded as this."

"Hey, brother is really wrong. Emperor Liao's heart is much narrower than you think." Song Beiyun took the inkstone: "But don't worry brother, I will definitely hand it over to Empress Rong De."

"Thank you! Alright, this matter is over, so I won't mention it any more." Then, the prince of the Wang family took out a wrapped item from his arms and handed it to Song Beiyun: "This is a gift from my brother to your brother. This time you were not at home, this thing... how to put it, it is precious, and it is safe to hand it into your hands."

Song Beiyun opened the package curiously, and there was a set of bamboo slips inside. The bamboo slips had obviously been repaired. He opened it very carefully, and when he saw it clearly, he was shocked.

"This...is this Confucius' handwriting? Annotation to the Book of Changes!"

After careful inspection, this is the original manuscript "Ten Wings" by Confucius.

Everyone in the world knows the Analects of Confucius, but they don’t know that the greatest contribution of Confucius to the world is the virtue of linking the past with the next. He dedicated his life to compiling, translating and annotating the ancient books of the pre-Qin period, which made Chinese culture last forever.

And the meaning of this thing, only Chuan Guo Yuxi can compare with it in the world.This, plus that, stand at that is Chinese orthodoxy.

Song Beiyun is a sparrow who has seen storms, but when holding this thing, he still feels his hands trembling.

The young master of the Wang family may have seen Song Beiyun's hypocrisy, but he poured another glass of wine for Song Beiyun: "My brother is a hard-working man. He has gone through ten years of trials and hardships and is used to seeing the world. If you put it in my elder brother's place, it will only lead to disasters. But in my elder brother's hands, let alone fame and fortune, at least one descendant of Fuze will remain unchanged for ten thousand years, right?"

Song Beiyun pursed his lips, his hands were trembling violently, he took a few deep breaths to force himself to calm down, and then said slowly: "What did you say, brother, the Kong family is orthodox, and all dynasties and dynasties have been the orthodox source of Central."

"I know why Qufu's hometown is gone. I also know why Jinling's relatives are gone. This is fate." The young master of the Wang family smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Now that I am in the Kong family, the other end of the Wang family is still alive." I hope that my brother can take care of it... Sigh, people are like knives and I am fish, so there is nothing I can do."

"Brother, don't worry, I don't know if I am a good person or a bad person, but I am definitely not a villain."

"Brother is very pleased with what my brother said. Not much to say, brother wishes you a smooth journey."

After a meal, the young master of the Wang family also handed over the entire volume of "Ten Wings" to Song Beiyun. Looking at the box, Song Beiyun specially found an ox cart to pull it, because the ox was slow and steady, and it was in the cart. Go up, Song Beiyun is waiting on the side.

He didn't go home directly but pulled the thing into Northwestern Associated University, and that afternoon... Northwestern Associated University exploded.

"Ten Wings"!That is "Ten Wings" written by Confucius himself!This is the totem and token of China.

The teachers and students of the whole school felt as if they were facing a big enemy. The room where the bamboo slips were placed, not to mention people, even cats, dogs and mice were strictly guarded.

The president of Northwest Associated University, the deans of each branch, the School of Chemistry, the School of Engineering, and Song Beiyun stood around this thing.

When it didn't come before, everyone didn't worry about it, but now that it has come, if you let this thing break in your hands, you will be a sinner of the nation, and no one can afford this crime.

So on how to preserve it, the leaders of all parties began to discuss enthusiastically.

Oil immersion method, drying method, sealing method, etc., all kinds of schemes emerged one after another, and everyone was in a mess. Even the Academy of Engineering almost fought with the Academy of Chemistry over this matter.

"The best way is inert gas." Song Beiyun knocked on the table vigorously, filled the airtight box with inert gas, and refilled it every seven days.This matter must become a routine, and it will be done forever, which can greatly delay the weathering and oxidation speed of the bamboo slips.

The School of Chemistry has had the concept of inert gas for a long time, but because of the difficulty of preparation and the lack of suitable application scenarios, the project has been put on hold. Today, Song Beiyun mentioned it, and they suddenly became interested.

In fact, they have been able to use the water method, combustion method, and carbon adsorption method to remove oxygen in the air, so in their concept, the inert gas is the air that removes oxygen.

But Song Beiyun proposed a new concept, that is, the concept of helium.

He even drew a schematic diagram of extracting helium from fire well gas.

"According to this development, this gas can definitely effectively resist oxidation."

This matter really needs to be done together by the School of Chemistry and the School of Engineering. The two schools that were at war just now became good buddies again...

"Give you time to try and make mistakes, it won't rot in a while." Song Beiyun said and exited the door, and then had a large amount of quicklime powder moved into the house, and then sealed the doors and windows to prevent any sunlight from entering.

"It's really a big gift." Song Beiyun sighed as he walked out with the deans of several courtyards: "But it also gave me a big trouble."

"Well, yes. Trouble, if this is destroyed in our hands, we will lose face to our ancestors when we die."

The biggest source of fear for the Chinese is actually not death. After all, there is a saying that one can kill one to save money and kill two to earn one.

Even a stranger like Song Beiyun shuddered when he mentioned this sentence...

"Anyway, let them speed up the progress. At least they must be conservative so that the descendants of Confucius 1000 years later can see the manuscripts of Confucius. Otherwise, they will be sorry to both the ancestors and future generations."

It’s nothing more than being sorry to the ancestors, but now adding another sorry to the descendants, this is simply the ultimate torture...

Song Beiyun has been tossing about this matter every day for the past few days, and when he is almost done, it's time to set off for Luoyang.

As for the fact that he was leaving again, he didn't say that he was going to take care of Fo Baonu's childbirth, but that he was sent out by the government. It's hard to say, because after all, women will still be jealous.

But as smart as Jin Ling'er, she has roughly seen the clues, but she is so smart that she sees through and doesn't tell the truth, she just asks to take care of Fo Baonu and doesn't say anything else.

This actually made Song Beiyun quite embarrassed, but it's really hard to say too much...

Now the road from Chang'an to Luoyang has been basically completed, the journey on the road has not changed much but the average speed has increased. Originally, because of the many mountain roads, the distance of five or six hundred miles would have taken at least seven or eight or even ten days, but now it takes two days more than three It's almost time to arrive.

While on the road, Song Beiyun thought that if he had a car, he would arrive in the afternoon of [-] kilometers, and if he had a train...

But soon he began to comfort himself that he would have it soon, and it was just a matter of ten years...

After arriving in Luoyang, it is naturally impossible for him to go to the imperial palace. After all, he is not really on official business. To go, he can only go to the place where the golden house hides the charming. It's just a coincidence that he is the hidden charming.

While Song Beiyun was busy running around, Zhao Xing was wearing a straw hat in the monk's more than [-] mu experimental field. After half a year of cultivation, the entire field is now green, and very The crops that were planted for the first time were about to be harvested and bred.

Zhao Xing has been working here for three days. He is dressed like a farmer, with a towel on his shoulders, a straw hat on his head, and kettles and dry food on the ground.

"Damn it, the weather is so damn hot, it's almost Mid-Autumn Festival and it's still so hot."

The monk who was resting next to him broke off a piece of dry bun and ate it with cold water. After hearing Zhao Xing's words, he raised his head and said, "Officials. It's cold this spring, and the sprouts didn't sprout until before Qingming, which was a long delay. Around [-] days, this year's grain production reduction may reach [-]% or even [-]%."

"So many?" Zhao Xing's eyes widened: "Isn't that bad?"

The monk shook his head and said: "The reserves are still enough, but if it remains the same next year, if there are no high-yield crops, there may be trouble."

This kind of land is a thing to be lazy, even if it is delayed by a day, the harvest time may be very different, agronomy is a university subject, otherwise Song Beiyun would not advocate the establishment of an agricultural college.

Now Zhao Xing has only been in this field for three days, so he still has a lot to learn.

"How many years will it take to promote at the earliest?"

"Let's push while planting. Select and breed, there must be stable species and special species, and then the stable species will be gradually crossed and improved, and the special species will be subjected to secondary screening. It can't be done in a day or two."

Zhao Xing let out a long breath: "This kind of land is really not easy."

"If the officials are tired, they will go to rest. A body of ten thousand gold can't do this."

"No." Zhao Xing straightened up and pointed to the [-]-acre experimental field in front of him: "Although I didn't plant it myself, I will pick it myself and eat it in front of the world. Otherwise, they won't plant it."

"Then just eat it directly, you don't need to cultivate it yourself."

"Oh, you bald donkey." Zhao Xing scolded, "Why are you so honest?"

The monk laughed loudly: "The officials should pay more attention to their bodies and don't overwork themselves."

"Don't worry." Zhao Xing wiped off his sweat, went to the field and sat down to pick up the water bottle: "I don't know what Song Beiyun is doing now. I heard that the experimental field in Chang'an is about to produce fruit? It seems that the plant is Siamese. Rice and Tianzhu rice, right?"

"Wheat... rice is being planted in the south and northeast."

"In the northeast... how can it be so cold? Strange."

"Black soil." The monk said with deep eyes: "The fertility is ten times that of loess."

Chapter 887: Sunny May 11, Ten Years

Jiangshan Sheji, Jiangshan and Sheji have always been mentioned side by side, and food has been the top priority of the country since ancient times.

Zhao Xing got up early today and changed from farmer's clothes to dragon robes. Because there was no servant around him, even the belts of the dragon robes were tied in the wrong place. They all shouted to the experimental field on the south side of Zijin Mountain.

The vast fertile fields, where the new grain named maize thrives, can't be seen at a glance.

Potatoes and other crops were sown at intervals around them. These crops are growing well. In the words of the monk, this should be the treasure that the Song Dynasty's fleet can only exchange in the most gentle way, because if the natives are not voluntary, no one will Such excellent seeds that have been bred are not available.

The selected seeds themselves have been selected for dozens of generations. Although they have not yet achieved the monk's expected effect, they are definitely ten thousand times more wonderful than the wild ones.

"Baldy donkey, let me ask you. How much can this acre of land produce?"

The monk glanced at Zhao Xing with some dissatisfaction: "The officials... don't call the grassroots bald donkeys later..."

"Hey, it's a big deal, just say what an acre of land can produce."

"Because of the intensive cultivation and sufficient chemical fertilizers and manure, the yield per mu of the experimental field is about [-] catties, and the yield of potatoes is about [-] catties."

"How much is our wheat and rice?"

"The average test field is between [-] and [-]. If ordinary people plant it, around [-] is already a good harvest."

"This is so awesome..." Zhao Xing took a deep breath: "I'm going to break one and have a look."

Zhao Xing didn't care that the hem of the dragon robe was stained with mud, he jumped off the ridge and broke off a piece of corn, separated the outer skin, pulled off the beard on the top, and exposed the golden rice sticks inside, Zhao Xing didn't care about that. A lot, I just took a bite, chewed for a while and then pursed my mouth: "It's not delicious..."

"Official, can it be delicious if it is raw..."

Zhao Xing was silent for a moment, then waved his hand to call the guards next to him, pointed to an empty space and said, "Come here, let's set up a stove and boil water!"

Not long after, when the boiling water was gurgling, all civil and military officials had arrived. Zhao Xing was squatting by the side of the pot and eating cooked corn. After all, he hadn't eaten in the morning, so he was somewhat hungry now.

The officials didn't dare to say much when they saw Zhao Xing here, but there were so many of them, it was really inconvenient to stand there.

"Damn it, don't step on the crops!" Zhao Xing became furious when he saw the minister of household affairs standing in the potato field, "Have you ever planted the land?"

The ministers looked at each other, the Minister of the Household Department pointed at the servant with a livid face and began to reprimand, but Zhao Xing clapped his hands at this moment: "I asked you to come this time, just to tell you a little secret, which was kept secret before. of."

After finishing speaking, when the officials looked at each other, Zhao Xing coughed: "Bald... Monk, tell me, how much does this mu yield?"

The monk cleared his throat, bowed his hands and saluted, "Back to the official's house, the yield of corn is [-] per mu, and the yield of potatoes is [-] per mu. The grassroots don't know the number of sweet potatoes, but it is probably the sum of corn and potatoes."

As soon as the words came out, the officials in the field buzzed and discussed it. They all felt that this matter was absolutely impossible. The monk was afraid that he had lost his mind, and he dared to bully the king in front of him.

Sure enough, Zhao Xing frowned: "Monk, don't talk nonsense. If you can't check this number at that time, do you know what will happen to you?"

"Caomin is willing to use the head to guarantee!"

Zhao Xing nodded, and said to the officials: "You all heard this, the monk said that he would use his head as a guarantee, so let's all the officials come to witness together. Come here! Take a sample."

During this period of time, Zhao Xing did not just work hard to farm the land. He not only learned the methods of farming, but also got a clear understanding of the terminology in the field.

The general method of counting the yield is the random sampling method. Take ten to fifteen samples randomly within one mu of land and weigh them. After taking the average value and multiplying it by the number of plants per mu, it is a relatively accurate yield.

So Zhao Xing's opening was at the level of an old farmer.

However, the officials don't know much, most of them are from the background of scholars who have never touched the spring water all their lives. I also know it well, today is just a show... The officials may have known the output for a long time.

The guards began to pick crops in the field. In addition to corn and sweet potatoes, sweet potatoes and peanuts also began to be picked.

Soon a lot of crops were piled up on the ground. Zhao Xing pointed to the servant in charge of the farming department of the household department: "You, go and weigh it."

The waiter swallowed his saliva, took the brand new scale next to him and started to walk to the side of the food to start weighing. Every time he weighed a number, he would report a number, and it would be recorded in the book next to it.