[Group Wearing Song Dynasty] The Glory of the Sky

Yun Qi looked at himself in the mirror, and fumbled to pick off a white hair.

After she regained her former identity, she learned how to adorn herself for various reasons.

When the eyeliner reaches the corner of the eye, how to draw an upward arc, how to apply lipstick before applying lipstick, how to make the cheeks shiny but not obtrusive...

It's a pity that these things should have been done with my mother, at least she should see what she looks like when she grows up.

After a person has suffered severe psychological trauma, because of uncontrollable memory flashbacks or even dream flashbacks, the subconscious is always in fear and feels particularly insecure.

Before the mutation, exquisite makeup was her placebo. Even when she was only seventeen or eighteen years old, when she was young, she would try to apply various eye shadows and eyebrow powders on herself, giving birth to a look that did not match her temperament. charming sense.

After the catastrophe, she went to the Kingdom of Jin. Although there was no stable supply of cosmetics, she could wear complicated and heavy dresses.

Every piece of gauze, every long sleeve, every ribbon that binds her is like a beam supporting a building, and it keeps implying to itself that 'you are safe', 'you are not living in danger. inside'.

The northern country is windy and cold, and it even starts to snow in places at the end of October. Sometimes she doesn't want to make a charcoal basin indoors, so she just wraps herself up tightly and sleeps lazily on the couch like a white-haired rabbit.

Once the eyes are closed, the bloody storm outside has nothing to do with her—even if she provoked all of them.

Yun Qi looked at himself in the mirror, and suddenly couldn't remember whether he should be 29 or [-].

The end of the year was approaching, and the sound of firecrackers began to sound outside again.

She plucked another white hair, turned and went back to the study to settle the accounts.

No traces can be left, and it is inconvenient to write by hand, so I can only dial the abacus.

With a crackling fiddle, the sound of sandalwood colliding is like rain dripping on the eaves in early spring, with a faint fragrance.

Those things that Wan Yanyong gave back at the beginning were all sold off by trying to find a way.

Naturally, things in the palace commanded a high price, such as glazed cups and gold wire fans, all were replaced with real gold bars and silver ingots, and it was only said that they were accidentally broken.

Wan Yanyong was full of eyeliners in her house, although he knew about it, he didn't take it to heart.

And she took the money to Song State, and secretly invested money in Shaoxing Manufacturing and Longxing Manufacturing.

After selling her property, she had about 800 taels of silver on hand.

The 800 taels of silver were first invested in the sugar workshop, which doubled within two years, and then secretly withdrawn even the principal and interest without leaving any traces.

All the silver was converted into gold bars, and then put into the ebony wood of the vanity box, and went to Song State with the car.

Naturally, it was impossible for the emperor to rob a woman of his own money. What he cared about was how to use the power of Linguo to kill the Jinguo. After listening to the opinions, he thought for a long time before opening the business department.

All the money was injected into it, and it was replaced with a share certificate and fingerprinted.

At that time, Yun Qi had finished handing over the formalities with Lu Shilang, and then carefully instructed some things, and suddenly laughed in his heart.

What's the matter, it can be regarded as an angel round of investment.

Three enterprises and ten enterprises include food manufacturing, textiles, printing, stationery, paper and so on.

The scope is all limited to the light industry, and the equipment and formula for metal smelting will not be brought out at all, and it is not something that ordinary spies can touch.

Even if people in the Jin and Song Dynasties got the formula for smelting brass and knew what heat and ratio to use, they would not be able to make copper coins in batches—it is indeed a very fatal thing to have no industrial foundation.

The people above have different thoughts, but the people below are quite happy.

After all, I can finally eat meat.

In the Lin-Song Agreement, the investment was close to tens of millions of dollars, and brand-new roads were built in the three states, and industrial zones were demarcated.

As soon as the industrial area was marked, the bosses from Linguo brought their workers over to test the water, and even started to recruit workers, as long as they were physically strong and obedient.

There is no such thing as a minimum wage in the country of Song. In the cafeteria, only white noodles and steamed buns are served, and everyone is grateful. It is simply a natural primitive capital plundering area.

The businessmen at the top felt that they had made a lot of money, and they could hire a man of age with a salary of a few hundred yuan, but the people at the bottom also felt that they had made a lot of money.

The refugees in the north and south each had their own tragic methods, but all of them had no land, no house, and no way to survive.

Now the industrial zone directly recruits tens of thousands of workers, and not only pays for the work, this is a good thing that can never be imagined.

At first, those entrepreneurs thought that the wages were too low, but they didn't expect that the human resources department said that there were already some people who didn't even want wages, and came to work when they could eat enough.

This is strange!

Seeing that the New Year is approaching, the two countries held a New Year's dinner together in Yangzhou City in order to show their friendship.

There was dancing and singing at the banquet, and the high-ranking officials surrounded the head of state and sat with the emperor. Various foods from different eras were placed on the table.

Seeing that the atmosphere was good, Liu Zi smiled and patted the slightly drunk Zhao Gou, and said, "It's Chinese New Year, so I have to treat you to some good food."

Zhao Gou had just tasted the sandwich fruit cake, wondering why the buttermilk tasted so different from the one in the palace, he laughed when he heard this, and kept saying yes.

Qingyu sat in a corner, thinking why don't you give him a can of herring with snake grass water to taste, is it appropriate for you to open durians in public during the Chinese New Year...

Following Liu Xi's order, two tall and beautiful girls came up with food trays.

When Zhao Gou saw what was on the food plate, his face turned pale.

This-isn't it? !

Other courtiers of the Song Dynasty also showed surprise on their faces. Some even began to suspect that this was a Hongmen banquet, and even thought of running away.

Liu Xi motioned them to put the durians on the table, seeing that these people all looked like they were having a heart attack, he asked in puzzlement, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Gou thought what the hell was going on, so he forced a smile and said, "Liu Yuanshou, this thing looks weird... what is it?"

"It's durian." Liu Xi said in surprise, "Is there no such fruit in Song Dynasty? It tastes pretty good."

fruit?

fruit? ? ?

Can you say that again? ? ?

Zhao Gou couldn't hold his expression any longer, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Is it really fruit?"

"Otherwise, it's Chinese New Year, can't I bring a bomb up here?" Liu Zi smiled and took the fruit knife, looked at the embarrassed and shocked Song Chen in the distance with a soothing look, waved the knife and said: "Don't be afraid, it won't explode."

He made a cut on the shell, and tore off the hedgehog-like shell in front of the crowd, revealing the soft white and smooth flesh inside.

Isn't this a dragon egg? !

This is for eating? ? ?

Zhao Gou couldn't care less about the looming stench, he just felt a buzzing in his head as if something had collapsed.

At the beginning, he led his ministers to kneel down and kowtow to that 'egg' three times and nine times, and even performed the rituals of heaven and earth to show respect for the real dragon!

Could it be that the spy who has been promoted to rank is the traitor Liu Zi sent to torment them?

Why did I treat this thing as a dragon's egg back then, and act like a grandson for fear that my service would not be considerate enough? !

Who the hell are you going to reason with? !

The scene fell into an embarrassing silence, the dance floor and other banquets were still quite lively, but the only sound at the main table was the sound of Liu Xun splitting durians.

The two ladies of etiquette helped pass the divided durians to the officials. Liu Xi wiped the knife and handed it back to them, and said generously, "Although it is a rare fruit, it can always be replanted— —You're welcome, try this!"

No one dared to take the head of state's face off. They all looked at Zhao Gou who was frozen there, laughing uglier than crying, and ate the durian whole.

"This stuff is very delicate, you have to eat it immediately after thawing, and it will go bad after two or three days." Liu Xi waved his hand and said: "Although it smells bad, it tastes pretty good, but there is The durians are spoiled from the inside, so you may not be able to smell it from the outside.”

Zhao Qingyu looked around with the plate and found that there were several other people in the Ministry of Culture who knew about it, and they were all looking at the table, apparently to join in the fun and watch a joke.

The glass windows of Liu Xi's car were originally special composite glass, but now they can only make do with inferior ones, what a pity.

Qian Fan was not used to durians, so he only pushed his share to Li Luan, took a sip of his wine and said, "By the way, Mr. Zhao, I want someone from you today."

Zhao Gou hadn't recovered from the shock, and said in a daze, "Huh?"

"The cable laying, and the power consumption quota, of course, are easy to talk about," Qian Fan said with a playful smile: "Your Xin Chengxue, I think he is a good person, can you send us to Linguo?"

In the distance, Lu You shook his hand holding the glass, and was directly poured with red wine.