Song Beiyun

Chapter 687: On September 9th, Six Years

"That's it, that's fine."

Zhao Xing chuckled, and said to Biluo who came to report the situation to him: "Then I'll save some face for Fo Baonu, it's a draw, I'll pay half and she'll pay half, but I have to take the copy. "

Biluo quickly went back and told Fo Baonu and Jin Ling'er the news. Fo Baonu was unhappy, and Jin Ling'er persuaded him for a long time.

"There are several big boxes in this thing's house, and he still has several unfinished pornography books. I'm afraid you haven't read them?"

"No, have you seen it?"

"What ***, ****, ***, ****, **** and ****. I watched it before I married him." Jin Ling'er laughed. : "It's much more interesting than this, and you are really a stubborn person. You have to spend more than 20 yuan to grab your own things."

"Humph……"

As for the last thing, it was natural that Zhao Xing had to come forward to calm things down. He had no choice but to be invited to the stage. As soon as this good guy came on stage, all the people in the audience knelt down, shouting long live.

Although the Great Song Dynasty never kneels and bows, this kind of situation is really uncommon. After all, Zhao Xing, although he always does not do human affairs, but in the folks, he is an eternal Mingjun at the level of Yao, Shun and Yu, and he is loved by others. It is also reasonable.

"Get up." Zhao Xing waved his hand indifferently: "As the saying goes, the ruler fears the people but does not make the people fear the king and the law. You don't have to do that."

Good guy, let him pretend.When Fo Baonu saw Zhao Xing's back in the tent behind him, he couldn't help but get angry, it was really hateful...

At this moment, I heard Zhao Xing continue to say: "This time I bid with Emperor Yelu of the Liao Kingdom, not for anything else but for the victims of the two countries. No matter how much today's price is, I and His Majesty Yelu will both donate half. I also hope that the people of the two countries will unite and join hands. Let’s fight disaster together.”

After finishing speaking, Fo Baonu knew that it was time for her to appear. She sighed, got up and went inside, put on a thick dragon robe and came out.

The emperors of the two countries were on the same stage, and their heads immediately boiled up. Although Emperor Yelu looked at the girls and chirped, he was really a real man!

"Brother, I can see Jin Ling'er's face."

When all the people shouted together, Zhao Xing turned his head and whispered to Fo Baonu: "Next time, don't be so impulsive, let's discuss it."

"Heh, didn't Song Beiyun earn your stinky money for you?"

"Oh, I'm so sour." Zhao Xing said in a frivolous tone, "Who made him Song Chen, you said it's irritating or not."

Fo Baonu gritted his teeth, but he couldn't argue with Zhao Xing here, so he just sneered: "By the way, Zhao family brother. My brother is struggling with his skills recently. How many hands can we learn later?"

"Are you crazy?" Zhao Xing pointed at his scorching biceps: "Bullying my Zhao family doesn't know martial arts? I can beat a cow to death! I can fight Song Gou [-]-[-]." , can you do it? If you break it, don’t ask Song Dog to ask for justice.”

"Humph."

Fo Baonu gave a cold snort and stopped talking. In terms of fists and kicks, she really couldn't beat Song Beiyun, but hearing that Zhao Xing was [-]/[-] with him, it would be better for him to be wise...

After all, the auction has come to an end. The people of Chang'an had a good time today. Not only did they meet the two emperors, Song and Liao, but they also saw an auction with no upper limit.

Among them, Zi Shibu was the happiest one. After Zhao Xingming gave her Song Beiyun's manuscript, she ran away holding it...

It’s really impossible not to run away, after all, the value of this thing is there, really wait for Song Huang to think about it, let her do something she doesn’t want, it’s hard to refuse emotionally and rationally.Plus I look good, right? In case...

Don't dare to think, don't dare to think, running away is the kingly way, and the 36 plan is the best.

Back in the house, Murasaki Shikibu opened the manuscript that he had obtained through all kinds of hardships, and saw the handwriting on it that was comparable to print.

"Wow, it turned out to be true!"

"Miss, what's the truth?" The maid came in and saw Zi Shibu lying on the bed reading a book: "Why can you surprise the lady so much?"

Zi Shibu picked up the manuscript excitedly: "Look! This character is the font on printed newspapers. It is stronger than the copy script, more correct than the face, and neater than the willow. It is horizontal and vertical, and the font is square. It looks good! It's so beautiful!"

"I don't think Mr. Song is as good-looking as himself..." The maid said, holding her face, "He's really good-looking."

"Playing the piano to the cow." Zi Shibu curled his lips, and continued to read while lying on the bed: "Let me tell you, this set of manuscripts is 40 guan! It's not worth the price if you sell it ten times."

"Then sell me to Mr. Song, okay? I'll serve him."

"Go away! Get out! Leave me alone!"

Chasing away the ignorant maid, Zi Shibu continued to study the contents of the manuscript. He was shocked to find that there were not only Tang poems, but also breathtakingly beautiful new words, and even an article called "The Peony Pavilion". dictionaries.

This poem has never been seen before, and it should be Song Beiyun's writing practice. She read it back and forth twice, and every time she couldn't finish it, she burst into tears, crying uncontrollably.

Coupled with those extremely beautiful words in the front, the slight connection between the two places is enough to make people feel like a knife is twisting, and they will never stop hating.

"Not finished! You didn't finish writing!!!"

Seeing the end, Zi Shibu went crazy on the spot, because this Peony Pavilion was not finished, only Du Liniang died of injury, turned into a ghost to find Liu Mengmei, and the two rubbed shoulders ten times but could not recognize each other.

There is no more!there is none left! ! !

"Ah!" Zi Shibu lay on the bed, tears crisscrossed his face: "I'm going to die!"

At this time, the door outside was pushed open, and the little maid poked her head in and saw Zi Shibu on the bed: "Miss, I heard you shouting from a long distance... If someone else heard it, I don't know what you are shouting, Scared someone to death."

"He didn't finish writing." Zi Shibu covered his chest: "I hate it!"

It took a long, long time before she came out from the shadow of the eunuch book, but she hadn't come out completely, she looked dazed.In this era of little entertainment, a eunuch's book is enough to kill a person.

He couldn't eat well, and he couldn't sleep well. Now he can't wait to rush to Song Beiyun's side, hold a knife to his back, and die if he doesn't write it out.

But sadness is sadness after all, what can I do if I haven't finished writing, she hates her limited talent, she wants to continue, but she is afraid that there will be a continuation, so she has to endure the discomfort and nausea and continue reading.

And the more she read it, the more she felt that it was a pity that Song Beiyun was an official. There was a date on this manuscript, eight years ago.Song Beiyun was only sixteen or seventeen at that time, right?

People at the age of sixteen or seventeen have already begun to classify poems in manuscripts, graceful school and bold school, although the names are not pleasant.But there is also the warmth of "last night when the rain was dredging and the wind was sudden, and the drowsy sleep did not let the wine go away", and there is also the battlefield pride of "I think of the past, the gold and iron horses, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger" when being unrestrained.

Going down the meaning of the word, Murasaki Shikibu had 32 intracranial orgasms.

"Who is this! Who is this?!"

She was full of enthusiasm, but when she came to the table, she couldn't write. She couldn't write and didn't dare to write. She was shocked, afraid and felt sorry for herself.

All her pride was ruthlessly trampled to pieces at this moment, and all she could say was "Yongye is sluggish with little joy. Empty dreams of Chang'an, accepting Chang'an Road", the fragmented love of her hometown Empathy, like a hundred claws scratching the heart.

Eight volumes of manuscript, countless tears.Even though there are thousands of emotions in my heart, at this moment, I can only leave a cavity of resentment empty.

"Ugh……"

Seeing that it was getting late outside, she silently put away the manuscript, sat by the bed, stared out the window blankly, her mind went blank.

"Miss, let's eat." The maid walked in again, and was startled when she saw Zi Shibu's appearance.

"Miss... Are you afraid that you have taken medicine? Live well! You haven't married yet, and you haven't experienced sex in bed yet, so you can't let it go!"

Zi Shibu slowly turned his head and glanced at the maid: "I thought he was nothing more than that, but now it seems that he is more than a genius."

"Then you can't take medicine, I'll call a doctor for you."

The maid was about to go out in a hurry, but was stopped by Zi Shibu. She sighed leisurely and said in a low tone: "Tell me, do I have talent?"

"Miss's talent is unparalleled in the world, amazing! There is no one in Japan who is as powerful as Miss, and there are only a few people in Song Dynasty who are as powerful as Miss."

"Ah……"

Zi Shibu chuckled: "You, after all, you underestimate the people of the world."

As a young woman in literature and art, Zi Shibu knew that she was not worthy of carrying shoes for others, saying that she was talented was nothing but watching the sky from a well.

On the talent of poetry and prose, he is 16 years old and eloquent.In terms of the power of the book, a volume of Peony Pavilion makes people addicted to the dream in the flower field.

"That's all." Zi Shibu lay down on the bed slumped: "These eight volumes, if I want to read them, there are more than 400 million kan, they are simply priceless treasures."

"Miss, what do you plan to do?"

"No matter what, when that person comes back, I must let him write the ending of Peony Pavilion!" Zi Shibu's eyes became fierce: "If you don't write it, you will kill him."

"Miss, murder is against the law and you will pay for it with your life. You should be sober."

At this time, Fo Baonu was squatting in the corner of the room and reading the pornographic books that Jin Ling'er said, feeling uncomfortable but still couldn't help it, even the slightest disturbance outside would make her feel like a formidable enemy.

The bridge section there is really... It's hard to talk about, but I can't stop.This dog thing!Dirty!

At some point, the door opened.Fo Baonu, who was immersed in the fantasies of low work, unexpectedly failed to react, and only raised his head suddenly when the footsteps approached.In this way, there was an affectionate look at Jin Ling'er.

"This one……"

"You can't stop eating pornographic books, Your Majesty." Jin Ling'er put her hands behind her back and said with a smile, "You can read this anytime, it's not worth it."

Fo Baonu quickly hid the book: "I don't even know what you said, it's weird."

Jin Ling'er sneered: "Change your pants before going out, Your Majesty."

Chapter 688: Sunny September 9, Six Years

"The tax system is so complex and extensive that it is unimaginable."

Ding Xiang had nothing to do to give Song Beiyun the content of tax system reform, which was indeed what Song Beiyun lacked. He was just beside him taking notes like a primary school student, and raised his head to ask a question from time to time.

"It's like the tax on real estate, or the tax on acres of land. The difficulty of taxation is that you can't draw a line."

"Why? Wouldn't it be good to set a standard?" Song Beiyun asked curiously: "We just need to collect taxes from those above the standard."

"You, immature!" Ding Xiang tapped Song Beiyun's shoulder with his fan: "I ask you, how much is a room in the capital?"

"Now, in a place with a good location, I'm afraid a house will cost a hundred thousand dollars."

"That's right, it can go up to one hundred thousand." Ding Xiang said with a light smile, "I have an old friend, a noble man, over sixty years old. He was poor all his life, but his family left him a house in Jinling in the early years. It covers an area of ​​more than one mu, and it is within the Jinling New City, which is the golden location you mentioned, adjacent to the Guoxue Museum and Hongwen Museum. What is the current value of this property?"

"Oh...then you might get more than 30 guan." Song Beiyun pursed his lips and said, "Every inch of land is precious."

"But my old friend earns a little bit of money by copying books with others every month. Whether you collect this tax or not, the property tax of 30 yuan is taxed in case, and it costs [-] yuan a year. He always If you can’t earn those thirty pennies in a year, how can you reap it?”

Song Beiyun scratched his head, hundreds of different situations appeared in his mind instantly, it was really tricky...

"I am old, and I don't understand your new principles. But there is one thing that I must stick to. The law is just. The reason why a law is a law is that it applies everywhere. If it is unfair, how can it be called a law? A tax law If the poor want to receive it, the rich will also receive it, but how to define it requires a long-term discussion. The creation of any law requires years of rolling and honing. Do you know why your reputation is not good, even if Is it because Zhao is also quite angry with you?"

Song Bei Yunchao Ding Xiang cupped his hands: "Please enlighten me."

"It took the Song Dynasty 32 years to reduce the crime of beheading by [-]%. Do you know why?"

"Well...Ren Song."

"Ridiculous!" Ding Xiang stared, "If it is a capital punishment, people will take risks. If I go to steal a bun, it is a capital punishment, then I will simply kill the whole family of the bun shop. You have to ask me Can I not steal? I am hungry, if I don’t steal, I will die, if I steal, I may not die, but if I kill someone, I may not die. What do you think? Song Shaobao.”

These law students... are really scary.However, it is precisely because these people who study law and play logic have always existed that the law can continue to be perfected and perfected. Now it seems that there is still a long way to go.

Song Beiyun put his hands on his lap, nodded after thinking for a long time, and said, "I understand."

The two had taken turns teaching each other lessons for two days, but the person who wanted to win over Song Beiyun never showed up.

That's why they were able to chat about academic issues in such a leisurely way during the day. Song Beiyun taught Lao Ding what science is, and how the sun, moon and stars rotate.Lao Ding taught Song Beiyun how to govern the country, and he enjoyed it.

"Hey, Ding Xiang. Do you want to open a column on popularizing the law in the newspaper after you go back?"

"Oh?" Old Ding Zhaozi lit up: "How does this column work?"

"Well... Every few days, Ding Xiang will find some representative cases from the files and publish them in the newspaper as a question and answer, so that the common people can know what the law is, and those who like legal principles Work hard to get into law school."

A few years ago, Ding Xiang was still dismissive of branching out, but as he got older and older, he never found a suitable heir to take over the mantle, his face showed no expression, but his heart was somewhat flustered up.

A generation of Legalist University will leave without a successor at that time. Wouldn't this reason be lost?According to the theory, there are enough people in the academy, right?But for Ding Xiang, it is far from enough. Those people in the law school are too rigid, too dogmatic and too dull. Jurisprudence seems to have many clauses, but in fact it is the most flexible among many subjects. If I learned it by rote, I would have to be a lawyer instead of a judge in the future.

So upon hearing Song Beiyun's column, Lao Ding became interested.

"I heard that Prime Minister Zhao already has a column?"

"No, Zhao Xiang's column is now a popular column. Don't look at the little old man who is inconvenient to move. He has never lost a verbal battle with others, and his temper is very explosive."

"Hahahahahaha... It's Zhao Xiang's temperament. He is polite in front of his face, but he kills him behind his back."

This is why Song Beiyun is not easy to evaluate. It is okay for the elders to bury each other, but his participation is neither good nor good, and he must not do such a disgraceful thing.

"When the time comes back to Jinling, you will make arrangements for me."

"That's for sure. A few well-educated people in the court can open a column. Firstly, it is to inherit the knowledge of the past saints, and secondly, it can also let the lower class see the attitude of the court."

"Yeah." Ding Xiang nodded slowly: "Interesting."

While the two were chatting, there were a few regular knocking sounds outside, and Song Beiyun knew it was a secret agent who had sent him a secret signal. He quickly jumped onto the beam and returned to his room. He took off his clothes, messed up his hair, and lay sprawled on the mat.

Sure enough, not long after, there were soft knocks on the door from outside. Song Beiyun didn't answer the first few knocks, but turned over impatiently, making the bamboo bed creak.

The sound outside stopped, but the people didn't leave. Song Beiyun planned to slow down again, but he didn't expect that he actually fell asleep after this slowdown. When he opened his eyes, it was already an hour later, and it was already approaching noon.

But it's been so long, and when he looked up, the people outside were still there, and he knew that he really wanted to catch up with Song Shaobao's thread, which was no different from Sangu Thatched Cottage.

So Song Beiyun deliberately made the sound of getting up, and then shouted in a daze: "Come here, fetch water! Master is going to wash up."

Soon a young man came in from outside, and handed a basin to Song Beiyun, and then a few servant girls came to wash his face and comb his hair, and handed him a cup of chrysanthemum mint tea to rinse his mouth.

The life of the rich is really so simple and unpretentious. Song Beiyun, who has basically never been served by anyone, has had an addiction these few days.

After five or six people finished working around him, he stretched himself and stood up.At this time, the person who had been waiting outside tiptoed to the door, bowed deeply and said: "Master Song, my master would like to invite Master Song to come over to talk about it."

"Your master? Who?" Song Beiyun raised his eyelids and said contemptuously, "I will go to any house. My uncle's identity is there. Any cat or dog can invite me. Isn't it my uncle's fault? shelf?"