Song Beiyun

"Young master, donate and donate, it's time to sing our name."

Sure enough, the boy in front shouted: "Yang's family in Luzhou, one thousand guan! Eight hundred catties of flour!"

Hearing this, the young man smiled, folded his arms and said, "Although we can't compare with those high-ranking families, if we don't donate, we can't justify it."

"Just now the recorder asked if our Yang family is the Yang family of Mr. Yang, and I said yes."

"Finally someone still remembers us."

While he was talking, Yang Wenguang suddenly turned his head and glanced unintentionally, only to find a young man standing in the crowd not far away, looking ahead with piercing eyes.

Although it was just a side face, Yang Wenguang immediately frowned, not because he was too familiar with this face, and he had worked hard to find this person these days, but there was no news, but who I once thought that I met here by chance now, and it really didn't take much effort to get one.

He shook his neck at the brothers beside him, and several young people immediately surrounded him and followed Yang Wenguang to the side. They cooperated very tacitly, pretending to be ordinary spectators scattered around Song Beiyun, and it was impossible to tell that even Song Beiyun Didn't realize he was surrounded.

"Hey, this brother." Yang Wenguang stepped forward and put a hand on Song Beiyun's shoulder: "Come here."

Before he could say the next sentence, he was hit by an elbow in the abdomen, and when he was in pain, he was stepped on his thumb again. He yelled, and the brothers around him immediately gathered around. Then there was another one whose toe was stepped on severely, and the pain also made a pig cry.

But in such a short and chaotic moment, when he looked up again, there was no figure of Song Beiyun. Except for the crowds of people, there was really nothing in front of him, not even a hair.

"This..." Yang Wenguang covered his stomach in pain, "How can there be such a person?"

Song Beiyun had come to Qiaoyun and Qiaoqiao at this moment, dragged them and ran into the crowd, saying as he ran, "Someone is troubling me, please hide first."

"Trouble you?"

Qiao Yun's expression changed: "Want to die?"

"Don't, don't, don't cause trouble." Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "Now is not the time to cause trouble. Order must be maintained. Go to places with few people first."

The three of them quickly got into an alley. Song Beiyun squatted at the corner and looked out, and found no one was chasing him. He gasped and said, "Sister Qiaoyun, why did you argue over there just now?"

"Don't talk about this first, who wants to arrest you?"

"I do not know either."

Qiao Yun stood up: "You follow me, I will clean them up."

Speaking of which, from the fight just now, Song Beiyun could feel that Qiaoyun's fighting power was terrifying, and he would be serious enough to protect himself, but this point was really not a good time to fight.So he quickly grabbed Qiaoyun's hand: "Sister Qiaoyun, don't panic. Tell me what is the dispute over there?"

"It's not a big deal even if the shopkeepers of the two shops say that the other is trying to gain fame, it's just a bickering."

"No, there will be more conflicts like this in the future." Song Beiyun squatted there and thought for a while: "Sister Qiaoyun, please go and talk to the princess, and say to find someone to set up a sign with ten business names on it If you donate a lot, you will be on the list, and the list will be updated every hour. If the brand needs to be big, eye-catching, and illuminated with lanterns, then write the list of good people. Whether you are trying to gain fame or be a villain in the market, the more money you give, the more patriotic you are. , After the fundraising is over, in the name of the princess, I will present a plaque to the Jishan family, you just tell her that, she can understand."

"Then your side..."

"I'm fine, Qiaoqiao and I will go back first." Song Beiyun leaned over and kissed Qiaoyun: "It's up to you, Miss Qiaoyun."

"I see..." Qiaoyun glanced at Qiaoqiao: "Hello, Qiaoqiao."

"rest assured."

After everything was properly explained, Song Beiyun took Aqiao around and returned to the rented hut. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Zuo Rou sitting on the recliner in a daze. At first sight, he was awake but his mind couldn't keep up. Even when she saw Song Beiyun coming, her eyes were still fixed on the ground like a dead fish.

"Dead?" Song Beiyun stepped forward and flicked her on the forehead: "Wash up and get ready. The show is about to begin. Didn't you say you want to watch something exciting?"

This bluff woke Zuo Rou up, she patted her thigh: "Yes!"

Seeing her in a hurry, Song Beiyun laid down on the chair leisurely and sighed after Zuorou finished washing and hurriedly changed into clothes and went out: "I'm afraid there will be a lot of excitement today."

Qiaoqiao came out with the cut fruit at the moment, sat aside to eat and asked, "Why can you cause such a big storm with just a few words?"

"Me? I don't have this ability. If I don't meet the right time, my power will decline. If I don't change my power, my nature will be weak. I am neither strong nor prosperous, and I am not considered a mediocre talent. Dongfeng Gu."

"I don't understand." Qiaoqiao said with a smile on her cheeks, "Anyway, what you said is correct."

Chapter 70: April 4 Sunny Old Times Wang Xietangqianyan

Zuo Rou hurried to the Songtao Tower, it was already crowded with people and the sound of gongs and drums, in order to watch the bustle of the night, the idlers even asked their wives to bring their dinner from home, and many people squatted on the side of the road and at the door of other people's houses Eating with rice bowls, it was very lively.

Today's Songtao Tower is naturally decorated with lanterns and festoons, just like the New Year, and the hawkers around are naturally moved by the news. The stalls are surrounded by three floors and three floors outside, and there are all kinds of snacks and gadgets.

A huge white-painted wooden board hangs from the top of Songtao Building, on which are written the names of ten shops and their bosses with a charcoal black pen, and the words "Bannag of Benevolent Persons" on it are even more dazzling red.

And behind these names is the amount of money and food they donated. As of now, the Xu family in Jiangxi still ranks first with 300 million guan in money, silver, food and medicine, followed closely by the Tu family in Suzhou with 280 million guan , plus 300 pieces of cotton cloth, it probably equals [-] million guan.

Then there are some regular wealthy households, with as many as more than one million guan, No.10 also has 50 guan, and Miaoyan's 30 guan did not even make it to the top [-].

Everyone says that wealth is not revealed. No one knows this truth, but there is nothing they can do about it. These people wish they didn't donate a penny, but they can't stand the turbulent public opinion behind them. Which of their families is the leader? Silly?Everyone is a monkey, if you don't cut your flesh and bloodletting at this point, the court will kill them if you don't keep it together after the past. After all, these people are so rich, most of them enjoy the benefits of the court, and they will be charged with random crimes Come down and let the people of Limin see the fate of the rich and unkind. I am afraid that in the end, not to mention the loss of family wealth, I am afraid that even the whole body will not be able to fall.

And at this moment, the Princess took advantage of the banquet before it started, and took a little count of the funds raised. She didn't know it, but she couldn't help shaking her legs even if she was the Princess.

Only now did she truly understand the significance of the imperial court killing pigs on a regular basis, and she also understood why he said that these wealthy households, King Fu, could not do it.

Frightened... Frightened.

"Hiding wealth to the people to such an extent?" Zuo Rou leaned on the table, her eyes widened: "This is a big piece of fat, no wonder... no wonder."

The princess let out a long breath: "Sister Rou, what should I do with the follow-up money...I...I panic."

"I don't know." Zuo Rou also shook his head: "But I think that dead thing knows."

While talking, a shrill voice suddenly came from outside. Although the voice was high-pitched, it was high-pitched and clear: "The imperial decree has arrived! Princess Ruibao accepts the decree."

As soon as the imperial decree arrived, everyone on the street, even the young master of the Jin family, who was just about to step into Songtao Tower, had to kneel down.

Although it is said that kneeling and worship is not popular in the Song Dynasty, except for major occasions such as worship, redress of grievances, and executions, if you have fame and fame, you are not required to kneel in front of officials, but you have to kneel when receiving imperial edicts, so When the imperial decree arrived, the whole street knelt down and shouted long live.

The princess and Zuo Rou came out in a hurry, they went through the crowd and came to the eunuch, knelt down in front of the eunuch.The eunuch glanced at the Princess, smiled and said, "Chitose, you have done a great thing."

The princess was stunned for a moment: "Thousands?"

"Don't worry about it..."

The old eunuch cleared his throat: "The imperial edict said: Prosperous virtue opens up the auspiciousness of the world, and Yan Qingheng is due to the ancestors. The ceremony of repaying meritorious deeds in the holy dynasty, the pursuit of beauty must reach the ancestors..."

After a long period of nonsense, he took a deep breath and read aloud: "The Princess Ruibao Jiade is Princess Ruibao Fengxiang, and the reward is [-]."

Ruibao was stunned for a moment, before prostrating: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live, long live."

Seeing that she was going to get up to receive the order, the old eunuch smiled and said, "Don't worry, there is still more to come."

Then he took out an imperial decree from his pocket and began to read it. There was still a paragraph of nonsense at the beginning: "The decree for Princess Ruibao Fengxiang to resettle 47 victims is extremely difficult. In the name of my clan brother Donate 200 million guan, and the money and food raised will be managed by Princess Ruibao Fengxiang, hereby.”

Jin Ling'er raised her head and looked at the old eunuch in confusion, but the old eunuch just smiled: "Qiantui, hurry up and accept the order."

"Long live, long live, my emperor."

After receiving the two edicts, not to mention Jin Ling'er, even King Fu in the restaurant not far away was confused. He raised his head and glanced at Brother Wang in front of him, but Brother Wang was just eating food without saying a word .

"Zhao Xing is still the Zhao family after all, he has the same temperament as his father."

Hearing his brother's words, King Fu frowned: "There are more than 25 disaster victims, and he has a good plan... This is considered to be tens of millions, and it is only 25 per person, and [-] per person is no more than five." Ten shi of grain, plus other expenses, can barely survive this year, what's next?"

"You don't want to take care of this matter and you can't take care of it. Remember, don't take care of it. If you take care of it, your military power will be taken by Zhao Xing. If you don't have you, Luzhou will be in danger and Song Dynasty will be in danger!"

"I understand." King Fu gritted his teeth and said, "All right, all right, for the sake of Song Dynasty, I will give up my daughter."

"You, impulsive. Don't look down on the tall man behind your Jin Ling'er. Let's see what that man can come up with. If it doesn't work, it's not impossible for you to ask Zhao Xing, just imagine now It's like standing side by side like this, but it can't be done." King Tai shook his head lightly and said: "Since ancient times, there are few idiots who can be called kings, and Zhao Xing is the same."

King Fu sneered: "Okay, that's very good, at worst I'll just be an idle prince."

"Don't worry, where are you going? You wanted to step down at the beginning?" King Tai took a sip of wine and said with a smile, "Let's not say that the money and food will continue to come in these few days, just Zhao Xing This decree can cover half of Luzhou City, if it is used properly, not to mention 40, 80 is not a problem. You don't care, let Jin Ling'er toss about."

King Fu was still a little worried, but since Brother Wang had already talked about this, he couldn't say anything more. He just sat there quietly and continued to watch the scene below.

Needless to say, the imperial decree came and said that the stele should not be placed in other places, but in Luzhou City, and they had to meet each other when they entered and exited. Looking at the princess Chitose, she was as excited as if she had been injected with chicken blood.

Among other things, His Majesty bestowed the name "Wanmin Monument". If the name can be engraved on it, it will be a merit that will last forever. Who wouldn't want to do this?This is more honorable than going to the monk's temple to burn incense. The common people are the most snobbish. How can this good thing of leaving a name with just ten pens be better than giving money to those bald heads?

What's more, they didn't see them open granaries even though they were bald, and this is a real charity. Many people went to open outside the city, tea, food and medicine have been rolled out, and a large number of victims of the disaster have been taken care of to a certain extent.

The donation craze that had subsided slightly was once again activated by an imperial decree. Many people who had been full of disdain at the moment can no longer care about it. They are afraid that if they donate too late, they will not be able to write their names. They wrestled together and were successfully taken to the Yamen by the officials...

After receiving the imperial decree, Jin Ling'er went straight back to the Songtao Tower. All the guests she invited for tonight's banquet had already taken their seats.

"Your Highness, today you are worrying about the people of Liming." A woman who is usually on good terms with Jin Ling'er sat down beside her: "My sister brought her father's order this time. I will tell my sister quietly."

Jin Ling'er smiled, and then began to talk about the opening remarks. She was so familiar with this scene that she could easily come up with it.It's just that most of you here are probably panicking, especially the young master of the Jin family, the Xu family in Jiangxi, and the Tu family in Jiangsu have already come to donate money starry and night, and the money is outrageously generous. As the local wealthy gentry and wealthy merchants in Luzhou, the Jin family definitely wanted a [-]% increase, not to mention a doubling.

But adding 500% to this is almost 500 million guan!When he heard about the Xu family's money in the morning, the old man almost fainted. The elders of the whole family gathered together and started discussing it in the afternoon, but the amount was too huge, [-] million yuan is a gross profit of three years.

Right now, everyone in the Jin family really feels like they have a lump in their throats, unable to spit out or swallow, and feel extremely uncomfortable.And when it was coming, the elders of the Jin family also entrusted that if you can delay it, you can delay it, and you can rely on it.But just now, an imperial decree directly disrupted the plans of the elders of the Jin family.

The emperor has donated, so the Jin family dares to delay?

And at this moment, when Jin Ling'er was telling the juniors of the rich and famous families present about her disaster relief plan, Song Beiyun was wearing an apron and cooking in front of the stove. Song Beiyun will prepare dinner.

"Why do you cook by yourself?" Qiaoyun, who came to report the news to Song Beiyun, said dissatisfiedly when he saw him cooking, "You are the one who governs the country and the world, how can you enter this dirty place... ...that's what our servants do."

Hearing Qiaoyun's voice, Song Beiyun put the lid on the pot, turned around and looked at Qiaoyun who was puffing up, "It's only natural for a master to serve his own wife."

Although Qiao Yun was ashamed, she was more happy, but despite Song Beiyun's hype, she didn't agree with him continuing to cook.

"That can't be done. My favorite thing is cooking. It's considered a spare time activity." Song Beiyun shook his head and refused, "Don't try to persuade me, just tell me what happened over there."

Qiaoyun was not happy, but he couldn't be more stubborn than Song Beiyun, so he had to be wronged and told Song Beiyun about the two imperial decrees. After listening to it, he was silent for a long time before asking: "Say Ruibao County be in charge of the resettlement of the victims? No?" Take over? And more than 20 people have been added?"

"Yeah." Qiaoyun nodded and said: "It's the princess, she's already Princess Ruibao."

Song Beiyun paused for a moment, then clapped his hands: "Interesting! Things went where I didn't expect, interesting!"

"Interesting?" Qiao Yun blinked: "Your Highness asked me to come back and ask you, but she said that this is a huge crisis."

"After dinner, go back and tell her to come to me after you get the donation at the end of the night."

"Ah? You asked Chitose to come to you? This..." Qiao Yun was a little embarrassed: "It's not right."

"If she doesn't come, she will die, she knows it in her heart."

Chapter 71: On April 4, Sunny Catkin Pond and Light Wind

Before the food was served, a man in white got off the sedan chair outside the window, took the servant's things and ordered: "Go and rest first, just come and pick me up around Haishi."

As he spoke, he opened the door with a basket of ingredients and walked into the small courtyard. On the way, he met Qiaoqiao who was washing and drying clothes by the mouth of the well. Shouted: "Beiyun, Xu Li is here!"

When Xu Li heard this address, his face collapsed at that moment, and he sighed silently: "Don't shout, I know where he is."

After finishing speaking, he went straight into the kitchen. When he walked in, he saw Song Beiyun cooking mutton in an apron. He stepped forward and put the basket aside: "The ground mushrooms and bamboo fungus you want."

"Is everything washed?"

Song Beiyun didn't look back, just asked a casual question and continued: "If it's finished washing, pour it all into the pot."

Xu Li lifted the lid of the pot, and found a chicken stuffed inside. When he opened the lid, it smelled delicious. He smelled the smell, and then poured down the mountain goods in the basket. After seeing that the chicken soup was completely drained of the ingredients, he finally picked up the pot. Replace the lid.

"As you said, the 300 million coins will be paid back in a short time. You have to know that I'm doing this first. If my father finds out, he can take me for a while."

"This amount of money won't make your eldest son of the Xu family lose his skin and bones, so don't worry." Song Beiyun tasted the saltiness: "Well, come and taste it, this taste is right."

Xu Li stepped forward and used a spoon to get some soup from the pot and put it into his mouth. As the owner of the largest restaurant in Jinling City, he was quite sensitive to this stuff. After spraying it out, he quickly covered his mouth and coughed a few times: "What is this... why is it so spicy."

Song Beiyun picked up the small jar next to it: "Remember the chili pepper I mentioned to you? This is a substitute. I extracted and separated it with mustard, ginger, and cornel. It can replace chili pepper."

"You... a guy who doesn't do his job properly." Xu Li said dumbfoundedly: "You have such a heart, you can't do anything, but you just think about these things all day long."

"I can't help it. I promised a little sister. She wants to eat spicy food. I owe her a favor."

"A woman again? You are more or less..."

Song Beiyun laughed: "Okay, okay, you don't need to meet me to dump me with dogma, you still don't know me. Later, this boiled fish will definitely make you unable to stop eating."

Xu Li sighed helplessly, and leaned against the door panel behind him: "This Luzhou is so lively today, there is a wind direction at the other end of Jinling City, many wealthy households are a little anxious, and some of them are coming here day and night. Tomorrow morning, I'm afraid I will be able to come to the next batch, and this rush to send money is really the only thing I have ever seen in my life."

"Live well." Song Beiyun stuffed a freshly steamed steamed bun into Xu Li's mouth: "There is meat sauce on the table, dip it in and eat it yourself. Live well, as long as you live long enough, maybe you will see me in the future the Industrial Revolution."

"You told me once, and I'm really looking forward to it."

Xu Li didn't dip in the meat sauce, just chewed the steamed buns dryly. He has always loved noodles, but even though he is a first-class rich man in the world, he has never seen anyone make steamed buns as delicious as Song Beiyun's. It's fluffy and sweet, even if you don't dip it in anything, it's still sweet and soft in your mouth. Coupled with the strong aroma of wheat, he can eat as many as five or six in one meal.

"Why do your steamed buns have no fillings? Wouldn't it be nice if some fillings were added?"

Xu Li asked curiously while eating the white steamed bun, "Or did you do it on purpose?"

Song Beiyun exclaimed, "It's hard to adjust to everyone's taste. Some people don't like whatever stuffing you put in, so you simply don't put anything in it. You can mix whatever you like. You can eat salty dipping sauce or sweet dipping honey. It seems tasteless but it's full of flavors. Feel free to turn, taste from the heart."

"Hahahaha, you can tell a lot of truth about such a trivial matter, you are really a scholar." Xu Li ate the steamed buns in two bites, still feeling unsatisfied, picked up another one and said, "Why did you ask me to come here? "

"Big deal."

"Huh?" Xu Li frowned, "You won't let me sell steamed buns, will you?"

"Hey! You started out selling steamed buns. Who do you look down on?" Song Beiyun glanced back at him: "How can you forget your roots?"