Song Beiyun

After a morning meeting, Song Beiyun was walking outside when several officials came up and begged him to find a way to persuade Zhao Xing, Song Beiyun could only use this method to prevaricate.

Because the flames set off by Zhao Xing have now spread to Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and if Song Beiyun guesses correctly, the third round of land reform will start, and when the third round of land reform is over, success or failure will be finalized.

If there are no accidents, within five years, it can be determined whether Da Song will become a joke or create an era.

But after a few months, the common people and all the officials gradually got used to it, but some people started to get anxious, because the fire that Zhao Xing ignited finally reached the Liao Kingdom.

Emperor Yelufo Baonu of the Liao Kingdom submitted the letter of credence and invited Zhao Xing, Yan Shu, and Song Beiyun to the Liao Kingdom.

And Zhao Xing didn't receive it directly, because he is now wandering in Guizhou, Western Hunan, and Northern Jiangxi for generations, eliminating bandits, bandits, and rectifying local tyrants and evil gentry. The transportation is inconvenient and the information is not smooth...

"What do you say? The Liao Kingdom may not be able to sit still. I heard that the people there are very violent. In many places, a whole village of young and middle-aged people has gone to the government. Now the whole world is propagandizing officials. family's theory of national salvation."

"Go ahead." Song Beiyun sighed, "I owed Zhao Xing's life in my previous life, and I'm here to repay the debt in this life."

Chapter 891: Sunny December 11, 12

"Your little princess is not like ordinary people."

This is Yan Shu's evaluation after meeting the youngest daughter of Song Beiyun's family for the first time, because this child was born with a pair of shining star eyes, bright and bright, plus a birthmark born between the eyebrows, it looks like The fairy boy walking out of the painting is like a child born.

"Now is not the time to discuss my daughter."

Song Beiyun sat at the stone table with his chin propped up, with a sad expression on his face. The Liao Kingdom had already issued an ultimatum to the Song Kingdom. If they continued to mess around like this, they would really send troops to suppress it.

Well, Song Beiyun can understand this, Zhao Xing's thing... is really not a thing.

It's just that all Song Beiyun can do now is procrastinate, procrastinate and procrastinate.But Han Qi can wait, but Fo Baonu can't wait, because the entire output of Song Dynasty fell by about [-] points in the first two quarters, and even the Liao Kingdom also collapsed by [-] points.

Although it has gradually recovered now, if it continues like this, Song can't stand up to Daliao. Zhao Xing is indeed actively organizing production, but the problem is that it takes time to go from chaos to order, and now everyone is racing against time. Woolen cloth……

"Then what can you discuss if you don't discuss your daughter? Let's wait. I hope the officials can figure it out. He is an emperor, and he can take it slowly."

"But have you ever wondered what would happen if he succeeded?"

Yan Shu shook his head. He really hadn't thought about this, because Zhao Xing's nonsense was impossible to succeed. This was something he had already determined in his heart.

Song Beiyun chuckled: "It will create an unprecedented new world."

It's not easy for Yan Shu to understand. The two most difficult things in the world are putting ideas into other people's minds and putting other people's money into his own pockets.Especially the former is hundreds of times more difficult.

At this time, Song Beiyun had nothing to explain, so he could only sit there quietly and smile wistfully.

On the second day, Fobaonu once again asked for an explanation. Song Beiyun promised that in the next two quarters, he would definitely complete the production plan formulated at the beginning of this year, and that nothing would be affected next year. Support the new emperor to ascend the throne.

This is probably the final compromise, there is no other way.If Zhao Xing couldn't keep his word, then Song Beiyun would have to keep his word.

Now that he is in charge of the Golden Seal, he has become the one who promises everything. Even if he is reluctant in every possible way, he must be responsible for the common people in the world.

This decision was so difficult that Song Beiyun's mentality actually collapsed.

Perhaps Fo Baonu saw his helplessness and embarrassment, so he went to the other garden to prepare food and wine for him at night.

"Don't blame me, I have to think about the common people. Last year's harvest was not good. If there is any delay this year, things will be very difficult."

"I know, I don't blame you." Song Beiyun leaned against the small pavilion, holding his wine glass and staring at the sky in a daze: "I want to retire, I don't want to do it anymore. Retire and go home to be a teacher at school, teach students, bring With children, a lifetime will pass quickly anyway.”

"Don't say anything weird." Fo Baonu held up the jug and rolled up his sleeves and filled Song Beiyun with a glass of wine: "You say it's difficult for you, but no one in the world is difficult. Is it difficult for me? You say Han Qi Is it difficult? Everyone has a lot of troubles, why are you the only one crying tired?"

"You don't know my dream back then."

"It's different today. Now you are in charge of the public affairs, and the people depend on you for food. If you leave, who cares about them? You can rest assured that the world will be handed over to a ten-year-old child?"

Song Beiyun sighed, "But I'm really tired."

"Come on, hug the baby." Fo Baonu picked up his lovely daughter from the cradle and placed it in Song Beiyun's hands: "You don't want your daughter to be sent to be married in the future, do you?"

"dare!"

"Do it well."

Song Beiyun looked down at his daughter who was staring at him with big eyes, and suddenly laughed: "Life is really unsatisfactory everywhere."

In the days that followed, Song Beiyun's life was completely occupied by official duties, and he basically didn't have any time for himself.

Until the end of the year, production basically resumed, and everything began to proceed in an orderly manner.

Zhao Xing was still tossing, but after the most intense and restless period, it gradually subsided now, and they began to explore many things in the normal direction.

On this day, Song Beiyun, who had just presided over the year-end work meeting, found a resignation letter on the table. After opening it, he found that it was Ding Xiang's resignation letter.

He didn't read the content of the letter, got up and went to Ding Xiang's side, but when he went over, he found that Ding Xiang was already packing his luggage, obviously planning to leave.

Song Beiyun was a little confused, and the sudden resignation made him a little flustered: "Ding Xiang, what are you doing?"

"It's the end of the year." Ding Xiang's face was full of exhaustion: "After one month, I will be a sixtieth person, and it's time to rest."

"But once you leave, what will I do here?"

"Heaven will send a great mission to the people of Sri Lanka, and you must first work hard on your heart." Old Ding stroked his beard with a long smile: "Master Song is still young, and I still hope that in my lifetime I can see the prosperous age of China that Master Song said."

After finishing speaking, Ding Xiang stood up and bowed to the end: "The future of China, please."

Song Beiyun gritted his teeth: "Is it really necessary to leave?"

"I have to go. I am old and dull in thinking, and political matters are no longer up to date." Ding Xiang said firmly: "The rest is to look at Song Xiang and Yan Xiang, and I hope that Song Xiang will agree."

Song Beiyun clenched his fists, and was about to say something, but then he had nothing to say, he just clasped his fists together: "Ding Xiang, pay attention to your body."

Ding Xiang returned the gift with a slight smile, then turned and left gracefully.

The sky was already full of colorful clouds outside at this moment, and Song Beiyun sat alone in the cold wind blowing courtyard, feeling lost.

Another old man who had witnessed the times left, Song Beiyun didn't know if we could see each other again, and he didn't even know how to ask to stay.

"So you are here."

I don't know when Yan Shu came in, he was a little anxious, and he let out a sigh of relief when he saw Song Beiyun: "The news came from Chang'an that Ding Guogong is seriously ill, it should be a relapse of the old injury... This time it may be... "

When Song Beiyun heard the news, he suddenly sat beside him in a slumped state, unable to recover for a long time.

"How do you say, do you want to go back and have a look?"

"Huh? What did you say?"

"I said, do you want to go back and have a look?"

Song Beiyun didn't affirm or deny it. He could no longer easily make decisions. Now the entire court was originally relying on the three prime ministers to maintain its operation. Now that Prime Minister Ding is old, the three giants are suddenly incomplete.If Song Beiyun left again, the court might be in chaos.

"I know what you mean. I also know about Ding Xiang's departure, but his work has been arranged, and new people will be promoted soon. I... probably can withstand it. I think you should Go back and have a look."

Song Beiyun let out a long sigh, but still didn't speak for a long while, just looked up at Yan Shu: "Are you really able to stand it?"

"The only important thing in the world is life and death. Is it possible that I can't let you go back to see Duke Ding for the last time? You go."

Song Beiyun let out a long sigh: "In the end, I ended up not being free."

"Life is hard to find freedom in this world. To be born like you, Song Beiyun, is wishful thinking."

The next morning, Song Beiyun packed his luggage and set off for Chang'an. He really felt that he had aged a lot in the past year. Although there was good news, it was more painful after all.

On the way back to Chang'an, he saw that the railway was under construction. The railway that the Song and Liao countries had spared no effort to build was now one-third complete, and the rest only needed to be handed over to time.

Of course, this is good news.Another piece of good news is that the first all-steam-powered inland river transport ship in trial operation was put into trial in Lianyungang.It's just that the development of electric power has encountered obstacles, and there is no way to carry out long-distance power transmission, but the breakthrough may only take the past two years, because after the first batch of fleets returned, they had already formed a trade network with them, and the land on the New Continent After receiving the signal, people began to tap rubber on a large scale in exchange for industrial products.

The speed of progress brought about by rubber has exceeded Song Beiyun's imagination, but now he really has no time to take care of these, and even he has been thinking about taking care of the arsenal flawlessly.

But now he is often on the road back and forth, and now thinking about it, he probably came back in this life to pay back Zhao Xing's life, and he finally knew why Zhuge Liang died of illness in Wuzhangyuan.

Now the journey is much faster because of the good road, but it still took seven or eight days to reach Chang'an.

He didn't even have time to rest and rushed to Dingguogong's residence. He was lying on the bed at the moment, looking very bad.

When he saw him, Song Beiyun knew that his days were numbered. Back then, he told Zuo Rou that Ding Guogong's body was getting worse day by day because of the wounds on the battlefield, and now it was finally time to run out of fuel. .

"How about it?"

Concubine Fu anxiously asked Song Beiyun who came out of the room, but Song Beiyun could only shake his head lightly and said, "Mr. Zuo's body...has not healed from the injuries he suffered in the early years. It usually looks normal, but once In addition to the problem, the body collapsed at once."

Prince Fu next to him looked gloomy, and after sitting there heaving and sighing for a while, he looked up at Song Beiyun: "Why are you so haggard?"

Song Beiyun couldn't help laughing. He couldn't say that Prince Fu should question his nephew, could he?

While talking, I saw Zuo Rou walking in with Zuo Fang, leading her daughter. When they saw Song Beiyun, Zuo Rou stepped forward and asked, "How is my father?"

Song Beiyun didn't answer her, but just hugged her daughter: "I will try my best."

Zuo Rou persisted in asking questions beside him, but Zuo Fang heard the implication of the words, and just let out a long sigh, her eyes turned red, and she raised her head and said to Prince Fu, "I didn't expect it to be so sudden..."

What can King Fu say? Ding Guogong is his partner who has been fighting with him on the battlefield since he was a teenager. He is a subordinate, a comrade-in-arms, and a brother. The two have faced life and death countless times, and they can give their backs to each other. Brother, but now...

It is Lord Fu who is really heartbroken.

Song Beiyun's best efforts failed to make a miracle happen after all, and Ding Guogong passed away the day before the new year.

The funeral was very beautiful, and there was an endless stream of people who came to express their condolences, but these people only came for Song Beiyun's face. The joys and sorrows of human beings are not connected, and only the closest relatives are the ones who really suffer.

Zuo Rou seemed to have grown up suddenly on this day. She, who used to be arrogant and unreasonable, became quiet overnight, kneeling and sitting next to the coffin. Although she had no tears, she could see her sadness and haggardness with just one glance.

That night, when Song Beiyun was leaning there in a daze, Zuo Rou suddenly walked in, hugged him and cried loudly, saying in a sad tone that he hadn't seen in nearly 20 years, "From now on, I will have nothing to do with you." Father and mother are gone."

It's heartbreaking to hear.

Because Ding Guogong is a top-notch noble, Song Beiyun informed the Ministry of Rites to let them bury Ding Guogong according to the prince's ceremony, and posthumously named Yiyong Ding'an King.

According to his request before his death, the mausoleum was placed on the Guokui Mountain of the Zuorou Blue Army. On the day of the burial, the three armies saw him off with the highest etiquette. There were 21 salutes and 81 gun salutes.

After finishing Duke Ding's funeral, it was the New Year's Eve, and this year's New Year was earlier, so he was not in a hurry to go back to Jinling, after all, it was rare to be able to celebrate the New Year with his family.

In his spare time, he would always talk to Jin Ling'er about his intention to quit, but Jin Ling'er's words were exactly the same as Fo Baonu's, and Song Beiyun never said anything over time.

If there is any difference between this year and previous years, it is probably that the atmosphere this year is a bit depressed, because the biggest pistachio in the family can no longer be happy.It made Song Beiyun feel distressed for a while.

But heartache is heartache, people have to grow up after all, life is nothing more than doing a course of subtraction, and finally come and go naked, this kind of thing is insignificant to outsiders.

"Drinking alone?"

On New Year's Eve, when the whole family was sitting around the house to watch the New Year, Song Beiyun came to the yard alone, holding a jug and looking at the stars in the sky, half asleep and half awake.

Hearing someone talking, he opened his eyes slightly, and saw that it was Zuo Rou who had lost a lot of weight.

"Ah."

"I'll drink with you." Zuo Rou snatched the jug and drank almost half of it, then sat down and supported Song Beiyun's knee: "I'm so sorry..."

"Regret what?"

"Regret... regret that I shouldn't have quarreled with my father when he was alive. On the day he left, I suddenly found that my sky was about to collapse. If someone bullies me in the future, I will never have a father to sue." Zuo As Rou spoke, she burst into tears, with a sad look: "I'm so sorry..."

Song Beiyun patted him on the back, but didn't say a word, just let Zuorou cry for the second time.

And from that day on, Zuo Rou calmed down for some reason, stopped messing around and talking nonsense, and began to look like a good wife and mother. Although she was still brave in battle, she was still the one who mentioned The name could still make Bei Haijun's Zuo Rou tremble, but it changed after all.

Chapter 892: Sunny January 12, 4

On Qingming Festival, Yao Yao burned some paper money for the deceased, and Song Beiyun sat in the small courtyard and poured himself a drink.

This is one of the few leisure time he has now, but it is much better than the previous chaotic period, because the role of the assistant king has been manifested at this time.

As the nominal second-in-command of the Great Song Dynasty, Emperor Wanyan really did his duty. He took over many jobs that should have been done by the emperor, and he himself was born as an emperor, so he was familiar with these things.

"Master Song, Master Song."

"Huh?" Song Beiyun turned his head to look, and happened to be Fujun who had changed his name to Wanyan Lie: "Hello, Fujun."

"This time I'm here to discuss with Mr. Song about the sixteen coastal prefectures. There seems to be something wrong with Mr. Song's division of the upper, middle and lower districts."

"Oh? Let me take a look."

The large-scale development of coastal cities has now officially started. Song Beiyun's plan is to divide the country's coastline into upper, middle and lower parts to form three huge economic zones, specifically to welcome the coming era of great navigation.

The first area is the Nanhai District with Quanzhou and Guangzhou as the core, which covers the vast area from Qiongzhou to Wuzhou. The second area is the East China Sea Economic Zone with Hangzhou and Haizhou as the core. The third It is the Bohai Economic Zone with Liaodong County and Langya County as the core.

The construction of the three major economic zones well covers the route range of the entire era of great voyages. In order to better collect and distribute goods in the future, the national-level urban agglomerations can be formed in these areas. Within a year, urban agglomerations with a population of tens of millions will appear.

Moreover, each region corresponds to a major grain and industrial production area. There are Guangzhou, Leizhou, and Wuzhou in the South China Sea, Jiangxi and Hunan in the East China Sea, and three northeastern provinces, Jiangsu, and Shandong in the Bohai Sea.

"I took a look at the distribution. Mr. Song allocated Zhejiang as the central part. I don't think it's very good. Jiangsu and Zhejiang, Anhui, Fujian, Shandong and Yizhou Island should be grouped together, especially Yizhou Island. Although the central part is mountainous , but it is an excellent natural port in the east, west, north and south, and it is destined to be an important distribution center for maritime trade in the future."

"Suhang, Anqing Mansion, Huizhou, Fuzhou, Jianzhou... um." Song Beiyun pondered for a moment and raised his head and asked, "Why did Master Fu make such a statement?"

"These areas have superior conditions, rich product resources, developed commercial production, complete industrial categories, and almost similar climate, hydrology, landforms, and transportation. If they are broken into wholes, resources can be quickly combined, based on this area Spreading to other areas can save a lot of money."

Song Beiyun looked at His Majesty Wanyan curiously: "You understand me well..."