Song Beiyun

Fo Baonu's facial features were almost distorted, and she asked in a more emphatic tone: "Why did you answer the wrong question!"

Zhao Xing raised his head: "Do you know what I sent to Jinling?"

"what?"

"Imperial jade seal."

Seeing Fo Baonu's stunned speechlessness, Zhao Xing looked at ease: "I will not fail the country's scholars, and the country's scholars will not disappoint me. Let smart people do things for smart people. people."

"Where did you get the trust!"

"Is there a reason for everything in the world?" Zhao Xing asked back.

Fo Baonu was speechless: "If..."

"You're not very good." Zhao Xing waved his hand: "Let me ask you a question, brother."

"You did say it."

Zhao Xing took it easy: "Wait for me to eat some meat."

After taking a few more mouthfuls, Zhao Xing said, "Who taught you the way of the emperor?"

"Teacher, father, mother, courtier."

"Well, that's the truth." Zhao Xing nodded, "But mine is not, mine was taught by the common people."

Fo Baonu: "???"

"He who wins the hearts of the people wins the world, have you heard it? It has never been a scholar-bureaucrat who overthrows the past." Zhao Xing raised his head and drank a glass of wine: "As long as I stand firmly by those people who you don't pay attention to, the world will be all right." No one can hurt me."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Xing also got up: "Let's go, big brother. The night is windy, I will take you to the brothel."

"The devil wants to go to the brothel with you!"

Chapter 696: Sunny September 11, Six Years

The cold winter and famine finally came. This year’s drought is the worst since Qin Tianjian’s records.Poyang Lake, Hongze Lake, Taihu Lake and Dongting Lake are all dry.

The annual grain production has been reduced by more than [-]%, and the rest of the crops have almost failed.

Under such a predicament, in previous years, he had been hungry for thousands of miles, and the stench was suffocating.The prairie tribes have gone south to plunder and plunder, and the absurd things recorded in the books during the famine years will be staged in turn at this moment, turning the world into purgatory.

But this year is different from previous years. The Song Kingdom, which has always been a food-swallowing monster, is now spitting out food.

A large amount of food aid was sent from the Song Dynasty to all directions, as far as North Korea and Silla.

But even so, the food supply is still tight, many industries have been forced to close down, not to mention the wine industry has been hit hard, even the animal husbandry is on the verge of death, and the shortage of upstream food has also caused a series of industries to stagnate Even backwards.

The Great Depression came after all, but compared to the worst case, this is already the best case within the tolerable range, at least until now there have been no reports of people dying of starvation.

"No matter when, the country should be people-oriented. It doesn't matter whether he is Han or someone else, people are people first. If the unified foundation laid by Emperor Tuoba of the Northern Wei Dynasty is destroyed here, how can you explain to your ancestors? If you miss it The dynasty is unified, how are you going to explain it to your descendants?"

Song Beiyun slapped the table and challenged others. The two sides were arguing red-faced.

Song Beiyun, who mainly advocates aid, and officials in the New Party who do not advocate aid are conducting ideological exchanges. The first round of cordial and friendly consultations was held between the two sides. In the second round, the two sides fully exchanged views. It was this round that the two sides nearly fought each other on their respective positions in an attitude of discussion.

"Calm down." Ding Xiang reprimanded with a straight face, "You are all important ministers in the court, but your appearance is disrespectful."

Song Beiyun sat down with his arms folded, and snorted coldly, but his face was full of disdain.

And the other party also had a cold face, no one wanted to talk to anyone, and the discussion reached a deadlock here.

"Song Shaobao, if you calm down, continue talking."

Hearing Ding Xiang's words, Song Beiyun snorted softly, took a sip of water, and said, "I firmly oppose ethnic segregation, so let's leave it at that. There is nothing to argue about. Treating other races as inferior will pay off sooner or later." Fierce revenge. The wish of great unification is doomed to come to naught because of this, anyway, I have no face to explain to my descendants, you have the face to explain to your grandchildren."

And the one opposite stood up, slapping the table: "Song Shaobao, have you forgotten about the chaos and the rampage of foreign races?"

"I knew you were going to stuff my mouth with this." Song Beiyun got up and thumped the table heavily with his fists: "Have you ever studied the inner meaning of Confucius? You said that you read the books of sages, and the books all read about dogs. In the stomach!?"

The head of the Hanlin Academy on the opposite side was blown away when he heard it, and he took off his official hat: "Master Song, today I will let you know what the six arts of a gentleman are!"

If someone issues a one-on-one challenge, it is natural to meet it. Even Ding Xiang can't stop it. After all, how can it be called a fight between cultural people?

The two made an appointment, and half an hour later, the Hanlin University scholar with a bruised nose and swollen face was helped in. He was beaten quite badly, and the severe pain finally reminded him that the object of his challenge was a serious man. Generals who have been on the battlefield...

"As long as you are capable, as long as you are a gentleman!" Song Beiyun sarcastically said aggressively at the same time: "If you are capable, don't beg for mercy if you lose. Wouldn't it be more exciting to bump your head against a stone lion?"

The Hanlin scholar covered Wuqing's eyes and kept silent, but Song Beiyun continued: "No matter what you say, this matter has been taken care of. If one person dies of starvation, after a thorough investigation, if there is a shortage of food, I will come to pay for it." !"

"You make a statement!"

"Written evidence is established." Song Beiyun tore off a piece of paper and wrote the letter of commitment, and then prepared to sign on it.

But just before he was about to write, he suddenly raised his head: "Bachelor Zou, what if people didn't starve to death?"

"That...that..."

"Don't talk to me, let's put it this way. If the drought didn't cause people to starve to death, you would walk around Jinling with your bare arms and drums on your back, beating the drums and singing Cao Cao's Duan Ge Xing as you walked. "

Xueshi Zou gritted his teeth, and even uttered his native dialect: "China!"

"That's it." After Song Beiyun signed and pledged, he handed the agreement to Xueshi Zou: "It's your turn."

The two parties signed the agreement, Song Beiyun left in a huff, and that Zou Xueshi also left in anger.

No one can do anything about this kind of controversy.Even Ding Xiang has no way to prove who is right and who is wrong, but he didn't expect these two people to play such a big game, and the bet on one's life is bigger than one's life.

What can Prime Minister Dante say? Both of their lines are obviously for the sake of the country, but one is bolder and the other is more conservative. It is hard to draw a conclusion on who is right and who is wrong. Maybe both are right and maybe both are wrong. .

Unlike Chang'an, Jinling's evaluation of Song Beiyun is overwhelmingly positive. Some people here deeply agree with his theory and some oppose his theory. Those who agree with him think that Song Beiyun represents a new direction in academics, an unprecedented new direction. Trying can make the country strong.

As for those who opposed him, they said that he was a hypocrite who was trying to gain fame, pretending to be for the righteousness of the country, but in fact it was only for his own selfish desires.

This matter was not instigated by anyone, it was just the inevitable result of the collision of ideas, because any new idea would cause some social turmoil, just because the fact that he wanted to complete the great unification cannot be said to others, so many times the outside world treated him Interpretation can only be superficial.

But it doesn't matter, the society needs ideas, and the country needs debates, because only constant discussions and debates can revitalize the dead atmosphere.

Isn't that what the new revolution is for?Let the right become the truth, and use the truth to defeat all illusions.

With the evolution of thought in the past few years, many new scholars have actually appeared. They began to summarize the operating laws of the Song Dynasty, the Central Plains, and even the entire world, and began to preach their own theories among the people. Awakening began among many theories.

The lifeblood of an era is throbbing violently in such a famine year.

"Now Zhang Shiqing, Wen Zhongcheng, Huang Yiyan, Song Shilun, Zhou Chengqian, Gu Wang, Feng Zhi, Tang Xiande, Xu Dechao, Qian Liyi and others have established the Xinyan Association among the people, and jointly funded a school."

"Oh?" Song Beiyun raised his head and asked the young talent who was reporting to him, "What school?"

"It seems to be called Zijin Academy. It is said to create a unique place for educating people. What does Mr. Song think?"

The 25-year-old Song Beiyun is now being called Mr. by more and more people. He doesn't really care whether it's a good thing or a bad thing. On the contrary, this title puts him under a lot of pressure. Next time Yan Shu and the others ask him to go to the brothel, he will definitely go No, if those who call him Mr. find out, how disappointed they will be.

"These people are all talented people, especially that Zhang Shiqing. He is very sarcastic and unique, and there is Feng Zhi. The eldest son and grandson of the Feng family in Jianghan took the lead in rebelling against the aristocratic family. It is very interesting."

"Sir, do you mean... not to be their enemy?"

Song Beiyun keenly grasped the word "enemy". He raised his head curiously and asked, "Why are they enemies?"

"Because they slandered Mr., these people think that Mr.'s reasoning is still too shallow."

"Let's be superficial, let them do something advanced." Song Beiyun smiled and waved his hand: "I'd like to see what they can write."

"them……"

The young man took out a newspaper and handed it to Song Beiyun with a troubled expression on his face.After Song Beiyun took it, he laughed when he saw the title.

A novel-style article "Beating Drums and Passing Flowers" serialized in Wenbao, after reading it for a while, it is full of grotesque ghosts and ghosts, but it seems to have nothing to point to, but everything points to it. It is ironic and humorous , the writing style is sharp, and the insights are unique. Although Song Beiyun will be dragged out to beat him up from time to time, it is really interesting.

"Damn it." Song Beiyun scolded the street with a smile on his face after reading it: "I don't believe these bastards!"

Only three days later, a new novel-style article "Flying Flower Order" appeared on Wenbao. This "Flying Flower Order" was full of the joys, sorrows, joys, laughter and cursing of some small people, but it was written extremely wonderfully. Outrageous, funny but no less spicy than "Drumming and Passing Flowers", this "Drumming and Passing Flowers" swears that "flying in the sky is all black, and the light is long and witty and can only scream". The body is yellow and the tail is shaking."

All of a sudden, the double-flowered tales in this newspaper made this niche newspaper out of stock. Even Ding Xiang had to ask the housekeeper to order a copy every day, and sometimes he could laugh out loud. .

This two-flower story is much more interesting than the hard-nosed scolding before. The stories one by one are wonderful, and there are many witty words and golden sentences in it. Some of them can even be recorded in the book for future generations to observe.

And this thing has become one of the indispensable talking points at literati gatherings, but regardless of the fierce scolding of the two parties, the essential direction is the same, that is, to hope that this land will last forever.

In the end, the two sides were cursing and cursing, and He Jie somehow got over it, but within two days, He Jie started cursing again.Just because the story in "Flying Flower Order" about a naive boy opening a school seemed to offend the other party, so there came a story about a rat becoming an official.

In this way, the excitement continues...

On this day, Ding Xiangxiu was finally able to avoid the noise in the hall and rest and study at home, but since the morning he has been holding the newspapers that he has stored for seven days and reading them repeatedly.

"Definitely!" Ding Xiang patted his thigh and yelled, and couldn't help revealing his true feelings: "It's really fucking dead!"

There are not many things that can make Ding Xiang amazed and emotional, but this little newspaper made him unable to control the excitement in his heart.

The scolding battle was really a layman watching the excitement, and an insider watching the doorway. The skills of both parties were extremely high, and every word and sentence was full of strangeness.

"Sir, why are you so excited?"

"Sister Lin, come and see how well this article is written!" Ding Xiang greeted his wife excitedly: "It's really hard to hold back."

Ding Xiang's wife was also a well-known talented woman, proficient in poetry, poetry, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. When she was young, she was even more glamorous. The presence.

She picked up the newspaper and read it, and looked at Ding Xiang with a smile on her face. Seeing that her unsmiling husband-in-law was suddenly so excited, the decades of husband and wife immediately made her understand what her man was thinking.

"Since Xianggong's hands are itchy, then just write an article."

"This……"

Ding Xiang hesitated, but his wife smiled and said, "You and I have been together for more than thirty years, and you can't hide what you think from me."

"That……"

"Give it a try." Ding Xiang's wife smiled and said, "You don't use your name, you're really afraid."

So Ding Xiang also participated in this chaotic battle, and his joining also attracted the attention of a giant crocodile. Zhao Xiang, who was at home at home, suddenly discovered a familiar tune after watching The End of Double Flowers. I'm afraid I have to jump up if I have difficulty moving.

"It seems that someone has forgotten the old man's name!" Zhao Xiangyi raised his hand: "Come here, Yanmo!"

Dealing with drought during the day and swearing at people at night, life is really fulfilling. There is nothing in the world that is more enjoyable than swearing, especially when joining a melee.

What's more important is that cultural people swear at others, which is called a hearty one, scolding one's emotions from one article after another, which relieves pressure very much.

"You have been sitting for three hours."

While Song Beiyun was writing at his desk, a voice suddenly came from the opposite side. When he looked up, he found Zhao Cheng sitting by the window, propping his head and staring at the moon dully.

"Hey, isn't this Sister Cheng?" Song Beiyun put down his pen and rubbed his eyes: "Long time no see, I'm getting fatter."

"Well, the food is good." Zhao Cheng suddenly smiled: "Now I go to Tianzhong every few days, and I have my own greenhouse."

Song Beiyun was stunned: "The monk treats you very well."

"It's for your face." Zhao Cheng said: "I grew some vegetables in it, and I miss it every day. By the way, I also raised a dog. Guess what it's called."

"I don't know, I don't guess, goodbye, good night."

Song Beiyun got up and opened the window, and just before closing it, a voice came from the opposite side: "It's called Song Beiyun."

"I can't fucking listen to you anymore." Song Beiyun muttered something and then sighed. He turned his head and glanced at Qiaoyun who was hiding under the quilt and reading a comic book, and said to himself: "You say this Zhao Cheng, It's almost impersonal."

Qiao Yun turned her head to the side: "She has been like this for a long time, and she would talk to us with some strange words every day. We dare not provoke her, for fear that she will suddenly go crazy one day."

"Sister Qiaoyun." Song Beiyun walked to the bed in a thief-like way: "Let me tell you, this time I went to Fuliang and found a pair of plasters in the countryside. Pregnant."

Qiao Yun turned her head sideways: "You also believe that..."

"Try, try and you won't go wrong."

Song Beiyun rolled up his sleeves, took out the plaster from the cabinet, and studied it carefully: "Damn... I was cheated! This thing is the injury plaster!"

Qiao Yun was overjoyed: "You little fairy doctor, you've been cheated too?"

Song Beiyun threw away the plaster angrily: "This is embarrassing."

And at this time, Qiaoyun suddenly turned to look at Song Beiyun: "Can you accompany me back to my hometown these few days..."

"Huh? Home?" Song Beiyun was stunned: "Aren't you... okay, I'll just go with you."

Chapter 697: Sunny September 11, Six Years

The story also starts from a winter day more than 20 years ago. It was also a cold winter day. Zuo Guogong was still a general leading the army at that time, and he was replaced in the Song-Liao battle that just ended.

At that time, the national strength of the Song Dynasty was weak, and the war continued for years. The unexpected rise of the Jin Kingdom and the grassland squeezed the living space of the Song and Liao. This caused the Liao people to be driven to the Central Plains by the two countries.

This is also one of the fundamental reasons that led to the turmoil in the royal power. Although the capital was moved six years ago, Kaifeng was already at the forefront at that time. He had to exchange Henan and Liao for ten years of peace. Today's Song Dynasty in the south of the Yangtze River.

And more than 20 years ago, the Song Dynasty was still capable of fighting at that time. Under the desperate resistance of Lord Fu and a group of generals, the Song Dynasty was still able to fight back and forth with the Liao Kingdom.

But precisely because of this back and forth tug-of-war, the people's life is simply impossible. If there is no way to deal with natural disasters, but at that time it was a complete man-made disaster. Incessantly, there are a large number of babies abandoned by the roadside. If they are healthy, they can be picked up by people. If they are weaker, they will be frozen to death on the street or taken away by wild dogs within a day.