Song Beiyun

"Hey...you're so rich."

Song Beiyun didn't compliment at all. These days most people use pottery, very few people use porcelain. Those high-ranking officials and nobles are all made of porcelain, but most of the porcelain is not from Xinchang.

Where is Xinchang?Jingdezhen, originally the name was changed in the first year of Jingde's reign. It's not that Emperor Jingde didn't ascend the throne, so the name of Xinchang is still used.In Xinchang County, the royal family set up an official kiln. Only the kaolin used in this official kiln can produce such white and clear porcelain in this world.

It is said in history books that Europeans had to use gold and silver frames to obtain this porcelain at that time. It is true, because this kind of thing, especially plates, is difficult to fire and is a royal monopoly. It is common for there to be no market. Things, not to mention that foreigners put frames as decorations, even the people of the Song Dynasty can see very few of them, and they are at the level of national ceremonies.

No longer paying attention to these luxury items, Song Beiyun directly opened a curtain and walked in, and saw the beautiful girl playing the pipa sitting in front of a desk, the veil had been taken off, and she looked a little green , but she was indeed a full-fledged beauty. When she saw Song Beiyun coming in, she nodded slightly and began to make tea.

Song Beiyun laughed when he saw how the tea was made: "It's been a long time since I've had tea made like this. I'm almost used to those ginger-flavored teas."

The girl smiled brightly, and then stretched out her hand to signal: "Sir, sit down."

Her voice is soft, with the unique gentleness of Wu Nong's soft words, even a single sentence can make people tremble all over, although she is not as good-looking as Zuo Rou and is not yet an adult, but this small voice alone is enough , even Song Beiyun's mind was filled with her yelling tune for a moment.

"Sister, how did you manage to be so old-fashioned? You can't talk properly because you're already looking at quadrants in symbols?"

The girl laughed again, two shallow dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth, so cute that one wanted to kiss her.

"Don't laugh...you talk, why don't we add a wechat?"

"My lord..." The girl raised her head and looked at Song Beiyun: "Drink some tea first."

Song Beiyun sighed, took a sip from the teacup, and saw the flat tea leaves in it: "Yo, Longjing."

"Young master is very knowledgeable." The girl said softly, and then suddenly blushed: "Young master, after drinking tea, go undress, I will prepare hot water for you."

Song Beiyun: "???"

Seeing Song Beiyun's confused face, the little girl suddenly became embarrassed. She quietly took out a note from her sleeve, glanced at it, and immediately waved her hands with a pink face: "Wrong, wrong... Young Master Wrong, not this sentence."

Song Beiyun scratched his head: "No, you have several plans for entertaining guests, don't you? Then I don't care. If you let me undress, then I will be undressed."

After finishing speaking, he stood up and made a gesture to take off, but the little girl had obviously never encountered such a battle, so she covered her face in fright.

"Okay, Miao Ling. You go down."

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the big bed at the back. Song Beiyun tilted his head and looked over, but his sight was blocked by the curtain, so he couldn't see clearly.

But the voice inside is quite touching, although not as gentle as this little girl, but it is indeed the kind of Yu Jie's voice that people often say.

The little girl hurried through a secret door and disappeared into the room. Only Song Beiyun and the woman on the bed were left in the room...it should be a woman. After all, if a man had such a voice, Song Beiyun would kill him on the spot.

"Come here."

The voice from inside made Song Beiyun laugh instead: "No way...I'm a lecherous person."

"It's coming."

"Then..." Song Beiyun coughed, "I won't be polite."

He stepped forward, turned his face away, and by the candlelight saw a figure lying half-lying inside, but he couldn't see clearly whether it was beautiful or ugly, old or young.

"sit."

The woman patted the side of her bed: "You are a little restrained."

"Sister, you said it lightly, we just met for the first time, on this occasion. Don't you think it's strange?"

"I'm a chicken, do you care?"

As soon as these words came out, Song Beiyun couldn't help but laugh out loud, and his laughter also made the woman on the bed laugh out as well, and the defense of the two of them naturally relaxed a lot with this smile.

"Hometown people?"

"Well... from my hometown." Song Beiyun nodded and said, "What about you? When did you come here?"

"Ten years ago, what about you?"

"Ten years ago."

As soon as Song Beiyun finished speaking, a soft body rushed up and hugged him, buried his face in his chest, and cried out without any reaction.

Song Beiyun didn't stop her, because he couldn't hold back his tears... Although the two didn't know what was going on with each other, after a brief conversation, they understood that this was the real hometown.

"Okay, don't cry." Song Beiyun sighed: "I can't go back, my body is no longer the original body."

The woman seemed to have had enough crying, she straightened up and sat opposite Song Beiyun, pointing at the curtain: "Open the curtain for me, please?"

Naturally, this small request must be met. Song Beiyun got up and pulled up all the curtains. When he turned around again, his mind suddenly buzzed...

There is a description in the book that if a woman is beautiful, it is just a sight to behold, but how beautiful she is can only be imagined, but the person in front of her probably belongs to such a role. Song Beiyun claims to be a bunch of women She's a big girl, and Princess Zuo Rou and even A Qiao are extremely good-looking girls, but when this girl first appeared on the stage, it was like a silver bottle bursting, and even made the whole room shine brightly.

"Wait!" Song Beiyun turned his head: "Let me take it easy."

"I'm very pretty, aren't I?"

"Yes." Song Beiyun nodded: "The main thing is that I am really lustful."

The woman laughed: "Little brother is really good at complimenting people."

After he had calmed down for a while, he was mentally prepared when he turned around, and naturally he was not so uncomfortable, but he still moved a stool and sat down instead of sitting on the bed.

"You ask first or I ask first?" Song Beiyun looked at her: "You know, we both have a lot of questions to ask."

"Laddy fast."

Song Beiyun coughed and laughed, "If you don't know it, don't force it, that's called Lady first..."

The girl was also embarrassed for a while, and she was laughed at even though she wanted to pretend to be coquettish...

"I'll ask first." She frowned and said, "Don't laugh, don't laugh."

Song Beiyun nodded again and again: "You ask."

"I……"

Maybe it was because she had too many questions or because she was too emotional, but she opened her mouth but was speechless. She didn't know where to start, but Song Beiyun probably knew why when he saw her, so he shook his head and said, "Let me do it."

"All right……"

Song Beiyun sighed, "What's your name? It's over here."

"Miaoyan, it's just a nickname. I'm a chicken." Miaoyan knelt on the bed and said helplessly, "I was stranded in a brothel when I first came here. What do you want me to do?"

"Don't emphasize this...it's not important." Song Beiyun stroked his chin and pondered for a moment: "What about your real name?"

"Zou Jiajia." Miao Yan nodded and said, "My hometown is Guangdong. When I came here, I was a sophomore in college in Harbin."

"Then you have to call me brother. I have graduated from college for ten years. What do you study?"

The wonderful words are a little helpless: "Computer..."

"Hahahaha...that's really useless."

"Isn't it?" Miao Yan sighed, "What about you?"

"Chemical."

"Real name envy..."

In fact, the topic was interrupted suddenly at this point. Both of them had a thousand words to say, but they really didn't know which angle to start the conversation from.

After a long time, they began to tell their own stories seriously.Unlike Song Beiyun, this Zou Jiajia's fate is obviously ill-fated. As soon as she came here, she found that she was a girl carefully selected and raised by a brothel. She had read many time-travel novels, and never thought that one day she would meet such a girl. matter.

As a modern person, she obviously wants to resist. Although it is slightly different from Song Beiyun's resistance, after years of hard work, she finally took control of the actual management of the boat in the first two years. Zhong her and handed over the management right to her.

"Have you been played with?"

"No... that person seems a little abnormal." Miao Yan shook his head and said, "He asked me not to ask anything, just make money with peace of mind. When he speaks, his voice is a bit like those father-in-laws in TV dramas. Although he is not a mother, he is very special. gloomy."

"That's right, that man is a father-in-law." Song Beiyun patted the table: "It seems that the scripts we got have something to do with the eunuchs. You got the chicken version of the scheming palace, and I got the beggar's version of Zhao's Orphan."

"What do you mean?" Miao Yan tilted his head and looked at Song Beiyun: "You mean, someone arranged for us to come?"

"It doesn't matter whether An arranges it or not." Song Beiyun sighed, "By the way, tell me why you came to me in this way?"

"You copied someone's poem, right? Qin Yuanchun, two poems."

"Ang..." Song Beiyun nodded and said, "Did you see it?"

"Yeah." Miao Yan nodded and said, "You don't know how excited I was when I saw it! I've been insomnia for half a month, if I can't find you in this election, I will redeem myself. I'll go out and find you myself."

"You're lucky." Song Beiyun leaned against the bed rail: "Let's stop chatting, we don't have much time. Let's hurry up and integrate the information from both sides."

"it is good!"

Miao Yan got off the bed, dressed lightly but not revealingly, which made Song Beiyun a little disappointed...

"By the way, did your coquettish appearance just now come from a show?" Song Beiyun sat at the table, took out a pen and paper and said along the way: "It's delicious."

"Hey... Do what you want and love what you do." Miao Yan sat on the chair: "I'm an old chicken, basic operation. Sometimes I think, if I really can't find my way home, I will find a way to sneak into the palace, Fight to be the mother's Great Song Empress."

"Farewell, you're really going to die, and you're going to die very badly." Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "Don't bring things from time-traveling novels here, you'd better be honest. You can be the one in charge, to put it bluntly, It’s because you have advanced management skills, do you really think that a polished commander like us can compete with a dynasty?”

"Okay... I'm just talking." Miao Yan lay on the table, looking straight at Song Beiyun: "Brother, who are you?"

Chapter 55, April 4, sunny.

"Hefei people."

Song Beiyun looked up at her: "Then why are you looking at me? Were you male or female before you came here?"

"Female, 100% female. You know the kind of engineering girl who is not very good-looking." Miao Yan sighed: "I have never even been in a relationship, and I will become a chicken when I come here. Do you think I am wronged?" Injustice."

"Ha..." Song Beiyun also laughed: "There are not enough samples to list the data, but according to what you said, the two of us have obtained what we dreamed of before from there to here."

"Huh? How do you say it?"

"When I was there..." Song Beiyun pursed his lips and smiled, a little embarrassed: "Because of a car accident after graduating from university, both my legs were amputated. After I came here, my limbs were sound and my body was healthy. What about you?" , It’s just not good-looking, and after coming here, the country will be overwhelmed. So...compensatory?”

"It's possible, then maybe there are others."

Song Beiyun shook his head and said: "It's too difficult. You have been in Hefei all the time, and I am in a county below Hefei. It will take us ten years to meet each other. Let alone whether there are others, even if there are, people on the earth in this era It is also calculated in billions, where do you go to find it? And what if it is a foreigner? I don’t even know the language, so there is no way to contact and communicate.”

"That's right." Miao Yan sighed, "It doesn't matter, anyway, if you can find one, you will find one."

After Song Beiyun lowered his head and recorded Miaoyan's identity information on the paper, he raised his head again and looked into her eyes: "What are your plans?"

"I really don't know." Miao Yan shook her head helplessly and said, "I'm very confused. Although I said I've read a lot of time-travel novels, but here I am, I have nothing to do."

Hmm... This also has something to do with the location, just like if Song Beiyun appeared next to the old lunatic without coming down, it would be difficult for him to study with him for many years.Travelers are not so easy to mess with. The first three mountains to read are habits, language and behavior.

Over the millennium, everything in the two eras is almost different. In the past, it was relatively casual to say and do anything, but here, if you talk nonsense, you may be killed, and the language system is also very different. There is a big difference from before, and the eating habits are even more different. There are no peppers in peppers, potatoes in potatoes, corn in corn, especially potatoes and corn, which can almost be said to be the foundation products of the modern food industry.

People in this era will still be hungry!Because the grain output per mu is only a little over a hundred catties, it is too little, too little.

And because the basic subjects have not started to develop, many advanced subjects cannot be developed, but everything must start from the basics, Song Beiyun's only way is to borrow another 500 years from the sky.

"What about you, what are your plans? You've already traveled through time, and you don't want to fight for hegemony?"

Song Beiyun shook his head: "You said you were confused, but I am actually almost as confused as you, maybe a little more confused."

"Why?" Miaoyan's expression became very subtle: "Is there any other explanation for this?"

Song Beiyun sighed and said, "Let's take one step at a time. You need to know what the concept of hegemony is. It's about launching a war. First of all, you need to know who the main enemy is now, the Jin, Liao, Mongolia, and Black Turks. Right, there are places like Dali and Xixia farther away.”

"Well, what happened?"

"Gold is in the three eastern provinces plus a part of Shanxi, Liao is in Henan, Hebei, Beijing, Shandong Peninsula, and Mongolia is needless to say, right? Xixia is in this area of ​​Ningxia, Tubo is in Tibet, Black Turks are in Xinjiang, Dali is in Yunnan, damn it ..." Song Beiyun sighed: "To the people of this era, they are enemies and bad guys, but to me, aren't they all my own blood?"

Miao Yan was taken aback for a moment, then nodded again and again: "That's right...my dad is still from Heilongjiang."

"So... I really don't have too many plans, especially the hegemony you mentioned. It's not only a problem of my lack of ability, but also a problem of not being able to do it. You let me rush into the three eastern provinces Cut off everyone above?"

"But people will attack here. You know how miserable it is in history." Miao Yan put his chin on the table: "Then what should I do here? I'm going to die..."

Song Beiyun didn't say a word, because he had never thought about this issue, and he didn't dare to think about it. It involved too much and too much, and he didn't have that ability.

"How about... let's try it?"

"try what?"

Miao Yan straightened up: "Unify the Central Plains!"

"Hahaha...you have a big heart." Song Beiyun tapped her on the head with a pen: "Don't be polluted by those time-travel novels, it's not something people like us can do, it's too difficult. Let's go together No money, no one, third... how old are you? Here."

"Nineteen, brother."

"Oh...I'm seventeen." Song Beiyun chuckled, "I'm younger than you. Look, the two of us are both under 40 years old. How do you build up your social prestige? Oh, just walk over and recruit people? It’s not easy to get things done.”

Miaoyan thought about it, and it seemed that it was really like this.At their age, not to mention in this era, even in the original era, it is impossible to have any special social prestige. What can a high school student and a sophomore do?

After all, young heroes are a minority. Even after the May [-]th Movement, there were still a few celebrities who took the lead?

"Then we just wait to die?"