Song Beiyun

In Xu Li's words, "I just need to go over and invite the landlords from all over the country, and tell them that I want to invest and set up a factory here, and those people will happily promise me that everything will not look too much." conditions of".

for what?Because there is money to be made, business is more profitable than agriculture.And the money earned from business can be used to feed back agriculture.The emergence of centralized farming models is enough to show that the employment system has become the mainstream model in the Song Dynasty.

In addition, the entire Song Dynasty is now like a red-hot stone, which is not only hot but may explode at any time, so some wealthy and merchant classes are not very afraid to reach out to touch the core things of the Song Dynasty, even if it is like the Jiangxi Xu family. Such first-class wealthy businessmen in the world must be cautious, let alone some small wealthy families.

This is a collision between two emerging classes. In Song Beiyun's words, it's like pecking at each other and seeing who can win in the end.

"But if... the one who wins in the end, won't it become a shackle again?" Fo Baonu asked curiously: "What will you do then?"

"I let Zhao Xing remember that Da Song is the people's Da Song, and that he is going to deal with any problems that may arise in the future." Xiao Song leaned into Fo Baonu's ear and whispered a few times before laughing loudly.

Fo Baonu's eyes widened angrily, and he pointed at Song Beiyun: "You are... you are..."

"What? Isn't the emperor the most qualified person to lift the table?" Xiao Song circled Fobao Nu a few times: "One day we will really reach that point, at worst, we will go back ten or eight years. When the emperor raises his arms and shouts Why do the people think of them as cattle and horses? No one is afraid. My understanding is that the emperor should stand in the same camp as the people, so that the imperial power will not be strangled, do you understand?"

"Death to myself..." Fo Baonu couldn't laugh or cry: "What's the point of that?"

"Let me ask you, when the huge waves of the times are irreversible, how do you fight against this torrent?" Xiao Song patted his chest and said, "I can't, can you?"

"Do not……"

"Listen." Xiao Song pointed outside the courtyard wall.

At this moment, Long Live My Emperor, who was outside like the sky falling apart, was so shaken that even the ground rumbled, as if the howling wind passed by the bamboo forest.

Fo Baonu has no doubts about the frenzied people and the emperor who has taken over the gods on the high platform. At this moment, when Zhao Xing calls out, those tens of thousands of people will be able to block everything in front of them with red eyes. The obstacles above were torn to pieces.

This is a...horrific and uncontrollable power. If it erupts, no one can contain it except the emperor himself.

"Okay." Xiao Song chuckled, "I'll show you something new."

After Xiao Song finished speaking, he took a bottle of kerosene, put it into a copper pot, plugged it with cotton wool and poked a hole with chopsticks, then inserted the wick in it, twisted it a few times with his hands, After taking out the torch and igniting the flakes, he approached the wick.

The flames ignited with a whistling sound, and the light was orange and bright, much brighter than candles, and there was no thick black smoke after burning. Although the smell was a bit strange, it was much better than candles.

"The kerosene lamp!" Xiao Song happily showed this treasure to Fo Baonu: "How is it? It's strange."

Fo Baonu curled his lips in disdain: "What's the use of that?"

Dog woman has no experience!Xiao Song suddenly lost the mood to show it, because she didn't understand how powerful this thing was.

It's kerosene, baby!

Forget it... Xiao Song sighed: "You don't even know what this means, it's too boring to talk to you."

"You always bring some weird objects, and then tell me if you know the meaning of it, but I haven't seen the meaning until now." Fo Baonu spread his hands: "You think so. "

Xiao Song was silent for a moment: "You're right, but isn't science accumulated little by little? Some are found here today, and some are found there tomorrow. When I turn around and look at it, I can't help but sigh that there are so many gone."

"I don't understand." Fo Baonu chuckled lightly: "You don't teach."

"If you are willing to learn, I will teach."

"If you are willing to teach me, I am willing to learn."

"Then do you study?"

"It depends on whether you teach or not."

This side unconsciously jacked up the bull, and Jin Ling'er came out to ask Song Dog to eat with the child in her arms, and when she looked up, she saw him fighting with Fo Baonu like two fighting cocks.

"You two are on top again?" Jin Ling'er stepped forward: "It's time to eat."

Fo Baonu flung his hands and snorted before walking into the house, but before taking two steps, suddenly a pair of hands appeared on the courtyard wall, and then a head appeared, and after a closer look, he found that it was actually Zhao Xing...

"Pull me, my pants are about to fall off."

Xiao Song hurriedly walked over and stepped on the stool to catch Zhao Xing. As soon as he got off, he ran straight to the mouth of the well, pouring cold water into his stomach while pressing the water.

"I'm going to die." Zhao Xing's voice was hoarse: "This job is too difficult."

"You chose it, idol." Xiao Song stepped forward to help him pull off the already soaked coat and threw it aside: "Hurry up and take a shower, it's time to eat."

"Let me rest for a while." After Zhao Xing finished speaking, he picked up the remaining half cup of kerosene on the table and was about to pour it into his mouth.

Xiao Song pressed his hand: "You dare to open your mouth to pour my things?"

Zhao Xing sniffed the cup and retched, "You want to poison me!"

"This is lamp oil."

"Oh?"

Zhao Xing immediately became interested. He had never seen lamp oil like this before. When he heard that it was a new thing, he immediately sat there and played with Song Beiyun.

"Yo." Zhao Xing looked back and forth with the lit kerosene lamp: "This lamp is bright enough, but it has a strange smell, so it cannot be placed in the house."

"Well, it will be resolved slowly, but I just want to ask you how this lamp is!"

"That must be good." Zhao Xing blew with his mouth, but it was difficult to extinguish it, and finally mustered all his strength to extinguish the flame, and his cheeks hurt from exhaustion: "The wind is hard to extinguish, if this is put there In ghost stories, wouldn’t the scene of ‘when the wind blows, the wax go out’ disappear? It wouldn’t be scary anymore.”

"The official's imagination is so rich." Xiao Song laughed happily: "Okay, hurry up and make a rush, and then we can discuss the next manuscript after dinner."

During the meal, Zhao Xing happily chatted about what he had seen and heard today. For the first time, he felt the feeling of standing on the top of the clouds that Song Beiyun said.

"Don't float, it's not time to float yet."

"I understand." Zhao Xing stuffed food into his mouth: "I dare not go back to Bieyuan directly, that scene is really scary, there are countless people... just calling me there, exciting! Refreshing! "

Fo Baonu's face was full of displeasure, and he put down the bowl and chopsticks before eating two mouthfuls, said that he was full, and left, while Zhao Xing, who was blushing, turned his head and asked, "What's wrong with my brother Yelu?"

"Isn't it disgusting to be disgusted by your villainous appearance?"

Chapter 608: On July 7, Four Years, Sunny Northwest Looked at Sirius

The mania in Chang'an continues to ferment, and Zhao Xing will continue to spread the mania in Chang'an on the way back.

And before continuing to spread the frenzy, Zhao Xing brazenly declared war on the grassland in the name of acting on behalf of the sky, the reason?What other reason does this mother need?Sending killers to assassinate court officials is in itself extreme contempt for the Great Song Dynasty, the people of the Great Song Dynasty, and the emperor of the Great Song Dynasty.

The king of a country should not be humiliated. When war starts, war will start. Now that Zhao Xing says war, who can say no?Not only did no one dare to say no, but they simply followed the raging public opinion.

Now as long as there is one person who opposes Zhao Xing, it is against the people and the people. People will smear feces on the door overnight, strange insults will be written on the wall, and family members will even be pointed at when they walk on the road. .

Who is going to touch this big mold?Besides, the assassination of the official and the provocation of the relationship between Song and Liao are worth fighting in themselves. Why should we listen to the rebuttals of the grassland people?Well-documented thing.

The movement of the grassland is now also in front of Zhao Xing. The army is assembled on the side of Yinshan Mountain and is ready to deal with Song and Liao at the same time. It seems that it is not false at all.

"You continue to create your frenzy, and the generals are ready." Xiao Song said to Zhao Xing while poking his buttocks while doing map work: "This time, a large number of young generals will be employed, and the generals at all levels will be compressed as much as possible under the age of 35. "

"I'm worried that I won't be able to shock those Qiu Bas because of my young age. Also, I'm inexperienced, so I'll suffer."

"There is nothing wrong with fighting. Now you still have a big problem with the personnel and organizational structure. The old men are getting older, and the younger generation has not climbed up. After all, they are all generals who became famous 20 years ago. If you don’t make up for the gap of 20 years, guess what will happen in the end?”

"What? Say it."

"The inheritance of civil servants has never been cut off, and military generals have been cut off for 20 years. Even if you don't value civility over martial arts, you will naturally prioritize civility over martial arts."

"Hmm... Emphasis on literature over military, weak and powerless. Emphasis on military over literature, militarism." Zhao Xing rubbed his chin and thought for a moment: "I really need to care about it."

"It's not so easy to be an emperor through the ages. When you get old, write an autobiography and pass it down." Xiao Song continued to mark on the map with a ruler: "I'm not responsible for this battle." For any military aspect, at most I will only make overall arrangements in the rear."

"what?"

Zhao Xing jumped up: "I'm going to let you supervise the army, I don't feel relieved without you."

"With me, the courtiers are not at ease."

While the two were arguing about whether it would be okay, Fo Baonu walked out for a walk with Qiaoqiao's support, came to this place to look at the map, and then stopped, and started his old job, professional spying Song State Intelligence.

When she heard the dispute between Song Gou and Zhao Xing, she chuckled disdainfully: "The whole world says that your Zhao family is suspicious, but now it seems to be true. You don't trust the border generals, so why let them work their lives. Besides, you asked me, Song Beiyun, to supervise the army. What's the matter? He was originally the supervisor of Chang'an, the officer you added on top of the governor. What do the people in the court think if such a big official of the frontiers is allowed to conquer the grassland?"

Zhao Xing was startled: "Ah, this..."

"When you are an emperor, you should also think about these issues carefully. You have given too much power. If you don't worry about others, you may not be able to rest assured. You give him the rule of a state and the power of millions of soldiers. This is so scary."

Song Beiyun has some things to say, but Zhao Xing's elder brother Yelu will have no problem saying them, because elder brother Yelu is the emperor of Daliao with the same status as Zhao Xing, and he is a few months older than him. No.

"Okay, you don't need to discuss this." Xiao Song put the drawing pencil on his ears and stood up: "You can read the map clearly? I will explain it to you now, otherwise you will not know the general's intention by then. .”

This involves several large-depth theories and scatter-point defense systems. This is a brand-new method of warfare. The emperors of the two countries have never been in contact with it, especially the theory of large-depth. After listening to someone's explanation, I felt enlightened.

The Liao Kingdom also has cavalry, and the cavalry of the Liao Kingdom is no worse than that of the grassland. The only difference is that the cavalry of the grassland has an advantage. The powerful firepower output of the short-legged Song army capable of fighting positional warfare.

So this time the coalition forces of the two countries will conduct a coordinated battle. The Song army will take the lead in the front, restraining the main force on the grassland, suppressing the opponent's route with powerful firepower, and seizing a favorable opportunity.

The Liao cavalry took the opportunity to penetrate behind the enemy, constantly attacking the opponent's supply line and scattered grassland troops in a nuisance way.

As long as there are pursuers, they will go all the way north. In this gap of stop and go, the Song army will also seize the opportunity to go all the way north, pressing down on the grassland steadily and steadily until winter comes. As long as winter comes, the grassland will surrender. time.

Fo Baonu asked him what if the grassland did not surrender?Xiao Song smiled without saying a word, just poking at the area in Ulan Bator.

Fo Baonu suddenly realized and nodded slightly.

"What, what, what kind of charades are you two playing, why am I so confused?" Zhao Xing said loudly, "Say it, you guys are talking."

Zhao Xing didn't want Fo Baonu, he didn't have any military talent at all, and when he saw the densely packed map standard lines all had big heads, Fo Baonu understood it but he couldn't understand it at all.

"It's like this. This time we are not a war of subjugation and genocide, but a war to break up the cohesion of the grassland. There are seven or eight relatively large nobles in the golden tent of the grassland, and the largest one is the current Great Khan. But there has always been a second tribe in this place, as long as we fight to that place, the grassland will fall."

"En." Fo Baonu nodded and said, "Golden Tent Khan would never want to see the backyard catch fire anyway, no matter if the Bo'er here wins or loses or turns against him, the grassland will be abolished."

"Why is it abolished even if you win? Doesn't that mean..." Zhao Xing scratched his face: "That place is the restricted area of ​​the grassland?"

"It can be said that." Xiao Song started to walk back and forth with his hands behind his back: "Originally, these two great nobles were about the same. If Boer won, their prestige would be higher than the current big man. You will lose the rear area you rely on for survival, and if it goes the other way...hehe."

"You know so much."

"I told you a long time ago that the development of business routes is far more than just money." Xiao Song glanced at Fo Baonu: "In fact, I don't have any better views on this, but I just treat it as it is. The current problems facing the grasslands are brought up. They are much more sad than us in winter."

"What about after that? After winning the battle." Fo Baonu asked: "People in the grassland are like wolves."

Xiao Song was silent for a moment: "Hey, keep on feeding, until their upper floors start barking, until their people can spend the winter safely in the big tent even if they don't do anything, and until they yearn for the Central Plains , Feed them until they have no wings and fangs, feed them until their brains are full of fat."

Zhao Xing clapped his hands: "I'm good at this."

"Good men from the Liao Kingdom don't like what you do." Fo Baonu said arrogantly.

And Zhao Xing squinted at her eight-month-old stomach, and chuckled again, and Fo Baonu would stare at her unconvinced: "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing, I just think Brother Yelu is right."

Fo Baonu looked down at his stomach, snorted, got up and swayed like a penguin back to the room while supporting his waist.

"Don't be mad at her, she has my cub in her belly."

"I can't help it." Zhao Xing shook his feet: "Seeing her now, I think of how high-spirited my big brother Yelu was back then. Oh... the sea has changed."

"You dog emperor."

"The dog emperor is the dog emperor, I'm going out to play."

Zhao Xing now likes to dress up in disguise and go out to have fun. Chang'an has gathered a lot of business travelers from the Western Regions these days, and they have brought a lot of exotic women. Persian cats are the most common items, and Zhao Xing is most addicted to them. It was those black girls with shiny skin. He had been frequenting them a lot these days. Not only did he go by himself, but he always urged Song Beiyun to go with them, saying that if he tried black girls once, he would never come back again.

But Song Beiyun is not a person who can eat everything. If Fo Baonu hadn't entered a dangerous period now, he would have died at home, and he would go out to fool around...

And every time Zhao Xing went out to fool around, he would ask Song Nuanyu to come and play with Song Gou.

As for Xiao Song, he doesn't have much interest in the ups and downs of the outside world. If you use novels to describe Song Dog's life, it is probably that the male protagonists in other novels are all galloping horses, from the picturesque misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River to the desolation in the north of Sai As long as people around Guyue understand, then Song Beiyun is a lazy dog ​​living in a shabby room. If he has no special needs, then his life is from a kitchen with pots and pans to a bedroom full of gunfire.

Countless people advised him to go out more when he had nothing to do, but in the end, everyone has his own ambitions. He just doesn't want to go out, so what can he do.But even so, no one can say that he is wrong. After all, sitting in a broken room, this dog has been able to control the ups and downs of the two major countries in the Central Plains, and even vaguely began to control the direction of the entire dynasty. Who dares to say that the last sentence of this kind of person is worthless...

"Okay, don't be angry with that dog emperor." Xiao Song put a bowl of sour plum soup in front of Fo Baonu, then rubbed her dog's head and said, "He just owes you a lot, and it's not like you don't know."

"If you are willing to help me, I, Daliao, have swallowed Song Kingdom early in the morning, so why should I be ridiculed by him there?" Fo Baonu thumped the table: "It's all your fault!"

"Yes, yes, blame me, blame me." Xiao Song sighed: "Would you like to lie on the bed and wait for food? Eat fish today."

"If you don't lie down, just sit and wait for your meal!"

Chapter 609, July 7, Four Years, Sunny Summer and Hot Sleep

Today, Song Beiyun was holding his son in his arms to enjoy the shade under the big locust tree at the intersection. He exuded a rustic air all over his body, and it was not abrupt to hang out with those idle men, but he was taller and more handsome. .

Listening to these Shaanxi men chatting, Xiao Song let his son tease other little girls with his face that mixed all the advantages of himself and Jin Ling'er.

And he is like those idlers, squatting there playing chess with others, or bragging.Anyway, everyone is bragging, just for fun, and no one will take it seriously.

"You don't know, this princess mansion is in our alley. I heard that the princess is very handsome, even more handsome than the widow grandson."

"You fucking nonsense, that's the princess, that's what you can think of? I heard that our Chang'an supervisor, Mr. Song, begged the emperor for a long time to marry the princess to him."

"It's better to say that our emperor is better. When my father was dying, he still said why people from the Song Dynasty didn't come. Now that they are here, the old man can't see it."

This group of people get together after work, and there is never a main thread in what they talk about. They talk about it as soon as they think of it. They have no culture, but after working in the city for a long time, they will learn from the old men in Tsing Yi. Give pointers to the country.