Son of Song Dynasty

Chapter 72
Longevity Day.

The city of Tokyo is decorated with lanterns and festoons, creating a festive atmosphere. The densely populated streets and intersections are all built on high platforms, displaying a variety of operas and juggling, and having fun with the people.

Thanks to the 140 million treasures from Zhao Dezhaojing's confiscation, Zhao Kuangyin's rewards to civil and military ministers, frontier generals, and concubines in the harem were much richer than in previous years. They are all satisfied, and even their reputation on Zhao Dezhao has risen a lot.

Standing on the platform of Funing Palace, Zhao Kuangyin looked down at the imperial city with his hands behind his back. He also felt very satisfied in his heart. The older a person is, the more he likes to be lively. This year's birthday scene is more grand than previous years.

This is all Erlang's ability to do things well, and he actually fulfilled the promise of 30 guan a few days in advance!

If Zhao Dezhao hadn't repeatedly patted his chest two days ago to guarantee that 30 copper coins are not a lot, and they are now piled up in the warehouse of the State Administration of Taxation, Zhao Kuangyin couldn't even believe this is true!

Just as he was talking about his family Erlang, Zhao Kuangyin heard someone thumping up the stairs behind him, and a familiar voice said, "Daddy, the birthday gift my son prepared for you has already been carried into the palace. Please come downstairs to appreciate it."

Zhao Kuangyin turned around and said with a smile: "You kid has already donated 100 million 40 guan, and you still want to give a birthday gift? Could it be another 140 million guan?"

The smile on Zhao Dezhao's face froze for a moment, and he was a little surprised and uncertain: "Father knows that I have stolen 140 million yuan of family property in a blackmail? Could it be that the Secretary of the Imperial City sent someone to sneak into my house? No way!"

But Zhao Kuangyin was just joking. Seeing his son's complexion, he stomped his feet and scolded with a smile: "You are so frightened, you worthless boy! Last time you donated 140 million guan, you are very filial. How can dad not accept it, forcefully squeeze his son to death, and force you to become a seller?"

Zhao Dezhao's heart fell back into his stomach, and he laughed dryly and said: "The emperor has the world in his heart, how could he care about a little wealth? My son is grateful for my father's understanding." But he was thinking in his heart, you have a father. With these words, even if I find out that I have embezzled half of the family property, you, a father, can't argue with your son anymore, right?
After saying that, he took two steps back and made way for the passage downstairs. He raised his hand in a gesture of invitation and urged with a smile: "Dad, you'd better follow your son downstairs quickly to see the birthday gift that your son has given you. "

Zhao Kuangyin couldn't be urged, so he had to go downstairs immediately, and asked with a casual smile, "Is it such a rush to present the treasure, but what is it?"

Zhao Dezhao followed behind, and replied with a smile: "Although it is not a rare thing, it can be regarded as a priceless treasure. It is far more useful than more than 100 million gold and pearls. It is not in vain for my son. You put a lot of effort into making it with your own hands, daddy, you will know it when you see it!"

Zhao Kuangyin's curiosity was aroused, and he couldn't help speeding up his pace.

The father and son went downstairs to the front hall of Funing Palace. The unique birthday gift that was carried all the way here from the study of Tianshui County Prince's Mansion had already been placed in the center of the hall.

It was a huge square wooden plate with a length and width of nearly ten feet. On it was a miniature sand table of the geographical mountains and rivers of the entire Northern Territory of the Great Song Dynasty. On it, mountains, rivers, and cities were all clearly visible.

Among them, the mountains, rivers and plains are formed by kneading very fine grains of millet mixed with kraft glue, the shape of the river is outlined with ink, and the city is replaced by a wooden box the size of a palm. Put up a small flag and indicate the name.

The territories under the jurisdiction of the Song Dynasty and the Khitan were respectively dyed with gentian violet and indigo. The south is a large area of ​​reddish purple, and the north is a larger area of ​​blue-black. It is clear at a glance.

The first time Zhao Kuangyin saw this birthday gift for his son, he couldn't help being stunned, with a strange look in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, he rushed to the front and stopped in front of the sand table to take a closer look. His eyes were fixed on Shanxi and Hebei. One hand especially rubbed the wooden box representing "Taiyuan City" over and over again. One hand pulled the city out of thin air.

Zhao Dezhao understood the obsession and knots of the emperor's father, and patiently waited for his father's attention to withdraw from the sand table, and then slowly explained the reason:
"Some time ago, my son was reading history books. He read that Ma Yuan gathered rice into mountains and rivers, and pointed out the geographical situation for Emperor Guangwu of the Han Dynasty, so that Emperor Guangwu could understand it clearly and greatly increase his chances of winning. From then on, the son became famous. I wanted to imitate, but felt that what Ma Yuan did was not meticulous enough, so in these days

I found many maps as a reference, and consulted several doctors who manage the maps of the Ministry of War, and it took nearly half a month to make this sand table. "

These words were all for the emperor's father, but he was thinking about something else: "Thanks to my previous life, I had been to the area of ​​Shanxi and Hebei before I was killed by an online car-hailing car. How many times have I seen all kinds of Google satellite maps and navigation maps very familiarly, and I can remember the general geographical direction of mountains and rivers, or I can only make this sand table by referring to the maps of the Song Dynasty that look like abstract ink paintings. What a ghost!"

Zhao Kuangyin was the emperor of the warriors who started the war, so he was naturally an expert at knowing the goods. He had a happy face and nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, okay! Erlang, you've made up your mind. This birthday ceremony is very well done! The geography of mountains and rivers, the situation of the enemy and us are all clear at a glance, and the location of the city is also clearly and accurately marked, which is very helpful for planning the battle strategy. It is indeed as you said. Although it is not a rare item, but it can be of great use to the country, it is indeed a priceless treasure that cannot be exchanged for millions of coins!"

Seeing that his father was in a good mood, Zhao Dezhao was about to take the opportunity to say something, when Zhao Kuangyin suddenly leaned over and stretched out his hand to gently pinch the peak of the mountain near "Jinyang", turned his head and asked in doubt: "This is obviously made of corn. , why is it not called a rice plate, but a 'sand plate'?"

Zhao Dezhao was taken aback, thinking that this question is really hard to explain, maybe I want to tell you, is it called like this in later generations?

But Zhao Kuangyin immediately had his own opinion: "Well, this is used for battles on the battlefield, so naturally it should be called a sand table, good, very good!"

Zhao Dezhao was stunned for a moment, he really didn't think that he could understand it this way, so he didn't have time to think about it, so he immediately seized the opportunity to sell private goods and speak out to the emperor's father.

"Father is wise! My son has worked so hard to make this sand table, it is for the future that the Song Dynasty can wipe out the remnants of the Northern Han Dynasty and recover the sixteen prefectures of Yanyun occupied by Khitan!"

"My son knows very well that my father has always been interested in Shanxi and Yanyun. My father has worries, and my son is willing to do his best! If the court intends to go out recently, my son is willing to lead the army in the north instead of my father, and conquer Jinyang in one fell swoop. long-cherished wish!"

(End of this chapter)