Song Beiyun

"For a young and middle-aged labor force, a thousand catties of food a year is not too much, right?" Xiao Song raised his head and said, "Even under the premise of wages and salaries, it is a good deal to exchange a thousand catties for a young and strong laborer. Woman Give five hundred, and children give two hundred. A family of three is [-] catties."

The abacus in Xiao Song's hands was crackling: "One million catties of grain can only be relocated to less than six hundred households, which is too little, too little."

"Master Song... the lower officials don't understand."

"Population introduction." Xiao Song laughed: "Replace people from various ministries of the grassland with food and daily necessities!"

"Ah? Change..."

Xia Song unconsciously tightened his buttocks at that time, and became a little fidgety. It would be easy to deal with Han people, but all they got in exchange were barbarians from the grassland.

So he quickly told Song Beiyun his concerns, and mentioned some precedents from the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period. Different languages ​​and different races would cause conflicts.

"What a conflict." Xiao Song fiddled with his abacus: "This is a labor lease, and they are still their prairie people. We pay these workers and give food to the prairie. They come here to work and bring their families with them. Come here, what can you do?"

"Can……"

"But what?" Xiao Song raised his head: "I know what you are worried about. You were worried about the multi-ethnic riots in Chang'an before, right. Don't worry, if this matter is not settled, I will be a mother-in-law fief."

Xiao Song is very confident. In fact, he has always had a migration plan, but before, there were still many problems. The main reason was that the internal policy of the grassland might not allow it, but now he finally had the opportunity.

Wars and disasters have made the grasslands precarious. Last year’s disasters made it impossible to survive this year. Even if there were no disasters, the livestock that froze to death and starved to death last year would not be able to come back to life. This year is probably the most difficult year for the grasslands. years.

So now Song Beiyun's plan can largely alleviate the food crisis in the grasslands and the labor shortage in the entire Yongzhou.

As for whether the prairie people are reliable or not, as long as they are individuals, they are reliable.

Xiao Song didn't do much these years, he just pondered about human nature. He deeply understands the meaning of the so-called injustice that the people don't worry about, and he understands the mentality of the people when they look at the changing king's banner at the top of the city.

Ordinary people in the grasslands are also human beings. Looking at ancient and modern history, there are no more than three situations in which conflicts occurred.

So now Xiao Song rents the people on the grassland to complete the work in the form of labor lease. After the on-the-job training, he will be paid the same as the Han workers for the same work. First, he will not treat them as livestock, and second, he will not treat them as nobles. They will eat from the same pot. Rice, what kind of conflict can there be?

Besides, Chang'an was originally a city with a mixture of Khitan, Uyghur, Mongolian, Dangxiang, and Tubo people. As the third largest city in the Central Plains, Chang'an, if it doesn't even have this coordination and management ability, it will be regarded as the origin of the new Silk Road. land?

"But Prairie Khan is really willing to borrow it?"

"Of course." Xiao Song was silent for a while: "A young man weighs 150 catties, a woman weighs [-] catties, and a child weighs [-] catties."

"what?"

Facing Xia Song's question, Xiao Song smiled and waved his hands and said, "You don't really think that he will transfer it to us in his headquarters, do you?"

"I still hope... Master Song will enlighten me."

Xia Song had an epiphany in his heart, but he couldn't steal the limelight from Shangguan, so he hurriedly asked with a humble face.

Xiao Song took out the list he got from the department, flipped through it briefly and handed it to Xia Song: "Master Xia, please take a look."

After Xia Song got it in his hands, he read it silently, and found that the amount of food and other things needed by the higher-ups was also huge, but because they had cattle and sheep as collateral, these things could be easily raised. The sincerity of begging for help when sending a princess is obviously more.

"Master Song, aren't you and Nasi good friends?"

"So what if I'm good friends with him?" Xiao Song spread his hands: "I just said that I could help him become the Khan of the Grassland as much as possible, but I didn't say that I would make the Golden Horde grow stronger. Between countries, there are only benefits. Where did the friendship come from?"

"Then it's the same between Song and Liao?"

"Song and Liao were separated from one country!" Xiao Song patted the table: "This is different, they still hold the jade seal of the country in their hands, and the countries participating in the struggle for unification are all counted as separate regimes."

"Then Song Jinliao..."

"As long as those who participate in the struggle for unification are all separatist regimes." Xiao Song said seriously: "This point must be bitten to death and declare each other's sovereignty. Only in this way can we finally achieve unification without being destroyed. The inheritance must not be broken, otherwise the descendants will have to work hard to rectify the name after thousands of years."

After Xiao Song finished speaking, he waved his hand: "Don't interrupt again."

"It's the lower officials talking too much."

"There are a total of 47 material needs on this list, [-] in the grassland, and this accounted for nearly [-]%. If you were the sweat of the grassland, how would you deal with it?"

When it comes to fighting, to be honest, if there are no new weapons, new equipment, and new tactics, the soldiers in the Han area are indeed slightly inferior to the grasslands. After all, they are cavalry and their soldiers are strong.But in terms of playing tricks, to put it bluntly, forty Genghis Khans bundled together may not be able to play five Xia Songs.

So Xia Song understood as soon as he rolled his eyes, he rolled up his sleeves and said with a smile: "Naturally, young and strong laborers must be drawn from these nineteen departments. After all, if there is a civil strife in the grassland, these laborers are soldiers. Let them develop."

"Then do you think the nineteenth part will agree?"

"It must not be agreed." Xia Song shook his head and said, "There will even be disputes because of this, and the flames of war will be ignited in advance."

"But if there is no one, there will be no food." Xiao Song said helplessly: "The rule in this world is equal exchange. What would the Great Khan think about it? Naturally, the Great Khan and the tribes that support him will give a share. The nineteen If you don’t fight, I can’t fight either. It’s fine if all the strong laborers come to work and earn money to support the grassland. As long as there is no civil strife, it’s fine.”

"But profusely... will it be like this?"

"Smart people will do this." Xiao Song waved his hand and said, "Don't be afraid of him playing tricks. If he plays smart, this nineteen will play bright. If he plays dirty, nineteen will have muskets in his hand. Either everyone be good." Work to earn money to live, or everyone will do it if they don’t agree with it.”

Xiao Song's words directly overturned Xia Song's concept of the situation on the grassland, and the skillful chess played by Song Beiyun in front of him was far from the level that can be achieved in the book Art of War.

But Xiao Song knows that this thing is nothing high-end. Mastering the economy means mastering the stage, and you can formulate the rules of the game, and play games under your own game rules. No one in the world is more proficient in this game than Song Beiyun, who is familiar with Mao Zedong's anthology up.

As for some people saying that this is not necessarily so great, Song Beiyun never explained it, as long as they have the ability to play a game of Yan'an in 1936 in the mustache development plan, they will know how powerful that master is.

After determining the planning policy, the rest is to raise food and grass.

These days, Song Beiyun wrote letters like flowing water, writing to bigwigs from all sides, to the imperial court, to the Liao Kingdom, and even to the Jin Kingdom.

Everyone gave Song Beiyun some thin noodles, and food soon began to gather in Chang'an from all directions.

During the period, Fo Baonu didn't want to pay for this food, because her money and food consumption was relatively large because of road construction. In addition, Song Beiyun's mouth was 80 catties, who could stand it.

But just when she was about to dawdle, Chang'an's Babaili arrived in a hurry, saying that if Fo Baonu didn't give him food, he would make preparations for 20 knights on the grassland to visit Datong this winter.

So Fo Baonu honestly took out 50 catties of grain, saying that the remaining 30 catties were really gone, and any more could only be given to chaff.

For this, Song Beiyun took it all into account, because he knew that the girl habitually offered a discount, and if it was the same as Zhao Xing's, she would definitely only give 30.

"Fuzhou, 17 catties of grain."

"Jinling, 75 catties of grain."

"Huizhou, 12 catties of grain."

"The seventeen prefectures of the Liao Kingdom have 43 catties of grain."

"Liaoxin Capital, 50 catties of grain."

The support grains from all over the country arrived in Chang'an one after another. At this time, it was late spring and early summer, and all the granaries in Chang'an were full.

The continuous transport team like ants moving house is still on the way. In addition to the more than 200 million catties that have arrived in the account, about 150 million catties of grain are about to arrive.

Including Yongzhou's own inventory, the amount of grain and grass is about 500 million catties. This is pure grain. If fruits, vegetables and meat are added, the reserve of about 700 million catties has been fully prepared, and Xia Song raised All kinds of miscellaneous grains and other non-staple foods can add up to almost tens of millions of catties.

Xiao Song has never been so rich before. Sitting in front of the big granaries, he sometimes laughs silly when he looks at the granaries full of grain.

"These grains will soon be replaced by human beings." Xiao Song pointed to the granary in front of him like a forest of steles: "An average of 170 catties per person, just calculate how many people there are here."

"Then do we have enough food?" After all, Jin Ling'er is the person who manages the largest royal fund, and she still has the right to ask about these things: "Don't cause famine in Chang'an."

"How is it possible." Xiao Song pointed to another area: "The food there is enough to feed the entire Chang'an for three years! How can I use the strategic reserves?"

Chapter 614: On May 5, five years, it was sunny and went to the army to attack

The most depressing thing here is Little Princess Erhua of the Prairie. She has been in Chang'an for more than a month, but except for a few people the next day, she has basically seen no one during the rest of the time.

I heard that she is busy, but she doesn't know what she is busy with. Anyway, she lives a stable life here, with money to spend, good food, a place to live, and someone who takes her to play everywhere. Chang'an played in Luoyang and returned from Luoyang.

But she still remembered why she came here, she wanted to make a kiss!But what about my dear?The elder brother also disappeared, which made the little princess very depressed, and even broke into Song Beiyun's office with a whip.

It's just that Song Beiyun wasn't here very much, so he didn't catch anyone after coming here a few times...

Afterwards, she went around to inquire about Princess Taiping's residence, and was finally arrested by the officials of the yamen as grassland spies. In the end, it was the Secretary of the Imperial City who came forward to bring her out.

"Grandma, what are you talking about? Why did he disappear? Does he think I'm not good enough for him?" The little princess hadn't stayed in the hotel for a long time. In a small courtyard full of spring flowers, there is someone waiting on him, who is not comfortable: "It can be said that he doesn't like me, and he treats us so well. It's strange."

"Maybe it's because I'm busy." The old waiter sighed, "The eldest princess wrote a letter, saying that if things don't work out, let's go back and forget it."

"That's impossible. Prairie and Desert don't have such a good-looking brother." The little princess pouted and said, "I won't forget him the first time I saw him."

The old waiter didn't speak, but she didn't know it in her heart. To Da Khan, this daughter was not as important as the grassland at all. Letting her come to marry him was just sending her here as a gift, and then protecting her by the way.

Otherwise, how could there be such a battle? The marriage of Da Khan's daughter is always lively and exciting.

"Excuse me, is Princess Erhua here?" At this moment, a female official knocked on the door and entered the small courtyard. She said with a heroic face: "I am ordered by Song Beiyun and Song Jianbei to deliver a message for the princess."

"Where's his son? Why didn't he come?" The little princess looked around curiously: "I haven't seen anyone yet."

"Master Song is very busy, and it's really inconvenient to be single and widowed." The female officer handed two letters to Princess Erhua: "The upper one is for you, the princess, and the lower one is for you to send to the Great Khan of the Golden Horde. Master Song has instructed that the letter must be delivered to the Great Khan, as it is related to the livelihood of tens of millions of people in the grassland."

Upon hearing such an important content, the little princess' face changed. She hurriedly and carefully put the letter for her father into her arms, and then opened the letter Song Beiyun gave her.

The letter was actually written in the Hun language, and the little princess had no dyslexia at all. After reading it, she danced happily and ran to the old maid and said, "Grandma, grandma, my brother-in-law asked me to deliver the letter, and said it was my task." !"

The old maid sighed softly, she was clearly used to deliver the letter, and the only ones who could be deceived by those sweet words were such a pure girl like a snow mountain.

But what else can I say, she is just a little girl that her father doesn't like, and it is already very happy for her to be coaxed by others.

But obviously, this aunt underestimated Song Beiyun's generosity. When the female officer showed them the gift from Song Beiyun, even the "well-informed" old maid was astonished.

A cart of silks and satins, a cart of jade, a cart of candy, a cart of good wine, and a cart of specialty food. There are five carriages lined up in a row, full of momentum. They are all things that the little princess once mentioned as her favorite. .

"There are so many candies!" Princess Erhua hugged the box that was bigger than herself: "It's full of candies, some are red, some are white and some are like crystals!"

At this time, the female officer stepped forward and said: "This is a gift from Lord Song to the princess. I hope the princess can leave soon. If the weather gets hotter, the sugar will melt."

"Yes, yes, I have to leave today." The little princess hurriedly ran into the house: "I want to go back and show my elder sister, she didn't have as many things as I did when she got married."

After a while, she packed up and came out, and the female officer led the two of them out of the city all the way. Outside the city, there were a group of princess-level guards of honor waiting there, and those who beat gongs and drums sent her off To the border.

"When I come back, I must dress up beautifully." The little princess dangled her foot on the carriage with a piece of candy in her mouth and said, "Chang'an is great, I like it so much."

The guard of honor convoy gradually left, and Biluo standing on the city gate looked at Song Beiyun dumbfounded: "You tricked her away like this?"

"Send the God of Plague." Xiao Song spread out his hands: "What good does it do for her to stay here?"

"She's cute."

"There are so many cute girls." Xiao Song lay on the top of the city, blowing the early summer breeze: "I'm not a hungry ghost."

"What Xianggong said is true." Biluo laughed lightly: "Now that the little princess is gone, Xianggong can rest assured."

"Well." Xiao Song stretched his waist: "Now, until the autumn harvest, I am relatively free. The arrangements here have been arranged, and you can help Jin Ling'er for the rest."

"Yes."

After everything is ready, Xiao Song has also started to enter the workshop for retreat. This year is almost halfway through, and his technology development plan has just started. No, this thing cannot be faked.

This year's highlight is chemistry and metallurgy. Chemistry starts with cement and biogas digesters, while metallurgy starts with heat treatment.

Cement is simple, but the difficult thing is the treatment of biogas.First of all, how to make biogas transform into energy efficiency, otherwise, it is only produced without consumption. This thing is a flammable and explosive product, which is very dangerous.

Therefore, the current problems and difficulties are concentrated on the collection and use of biogas.

You must know that this thing is a good thing. If the feces produced every day in the city are digested, the problems of high-quality mature waste and top-level fuel can be solved.

In order to solve this problem, Xiao Song has been going out early and returning late every day since the retreat. From time to time, he still smells like cake, but after all, this is something he likes and is good at, but he feels bitter at all.

It's just because of the bad taste that steel egg is not willing to be hugged by him...

The number of students in the School of Chemistry increased several times after the opening of the School of Engineering. Now Xiao Song is the only gold medal lecturer. In his spare time, he began to find ways to figure out the periodic table of elements and make experimental props.

Through a lot of content that can be realized at this stage, I will instill knowledge day and night to this group of people who are willing to learn chemistry.Even in order to allow the group of people to better accept this content, he often transforms the myths that cannot be reached into chemical knowledge to tell.

For example, when Pangu opened the world, the upper part was clear and the lower part was turbid. That clearness means hydrogen. This hydrogen is very light and can burn. After burning, it becomes water, which becomes rain...

Although he knew in his heart that it was a fabrication, the people below didn't know it. They admired Mr. Song very much, and they really had a strong interest in chemistry.

One day, Xiao Song had just finished his class in the morning, and when he was about to have lunch and went to the biogas pit, a man came to him with a rice bowl and asked Xiao Song a lot of questions.

"Master Hou, why do you say that chemistry is called chemistry? What's the meaning of the word Hua? Is it the study of chemistry?"

"There are not so many scattered things, but changes. Everything in the world is changeable, and it is not static. This discipline is to explore new changes."

"But... isn't that the magic of the gods?"

"The art of the gods... is to create something out of nothing. But how can there be something out of nothing in the world? They all come from changes." Xiao Song nodded the table: "One table and one chair, one day and one place, it's the same. The principle of things, the way of transformation."

"It's so difficult..."

Xiao Song laughed, and patted the boy on the opposite side's head: "The most stupid fool in the world knows that you and I can't touch the stars in the sky, right?"

"Ah."

"But..." Xiao Song stretched out his hand and squeezed his fist towards the sky: "But this does not prevent you, the smartest person in the world, from trying."

The young man's eyes suddenly lit up, and he got up and bowed to Song Beiyun: "Mr. Xie, give me some pointers."

"Remember, this subject is far more important to you than learning."

In fact, the engineering college also recruits female students, but they are all boys and girls, and it is inevitable that some moths will appear when they hang out together all day, and the reputation of those girls will not be very good, so the engineering college is divided into male and female colleges.