Song Beiyun

"How can your country of Song be any better?" Fo Baonu said unconvinced, "Isn't all honors such virtues?"

Song Beiyun raised his head silently: "I killed them all."

Fo Baonu shivered and stood up: "It's not easy for me to deal with..."

"Yes, of course you are not easy to deal with." Song Beiyun crossed his legs and flipped through the roster of nobles and civil officials of the Liao Kingdom: "If you are the emperor, they should be too. If you are not in the right position, you are worse than Zhao Xing."

"Don't say that about me..."

Song Beiyun took out his glasses from his pocket and put them on his eyes, carefully looking at the list: "What's the difference between you and the grassland tribes!? Divide the sphere of influence by family?"

"I have reformed before, but..."

"It bounced back, right?" Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "Well, you really shouldn't be in a hurry, you have too many problems here."

Fo Baonu was speechless. As a reform minister, Song Beiyun said that there were many problems, so there were many problems, and she was not qualified to argue.

When it was about seven or eight o'clock, Song Beiyun was a little hungry, but when he looked up, he found that there was only one female official waiting there, but Fo Baonu had gone somewhere.

"What about her?"

"Your Majesty is going to feed the prince..."

"How old are you, and you still want to be fed?" Song Beiyun's eyes widened: "Go, call her over to me."

The female officer was in a terrible embarrassment, but she could only silently and obediently call Fo Baonu back.

Song Beiyun first scolded Fo Baonu, a child slave, and told him the consequences of over-spoiling a child, especially for a boy of the prince's level, pampering is almost equivalent to sending him to death.

"Just don't feed it in the future."

And just after Fobaonu agreed unhappily to Song Beiyun not to feed the children in the future, the female official suddenly reported that several nobles were clamoring to see Fobaonu in front of the palace gate.

Fo Baonu looked at Song Beiyun, who got up and walked towards the harem with his hands behind his back: "I haven't eaten yet."

Heaving a sigh of relief, Fo Baonu called those honorable men in, and when they met, they bowed and bowed, and then began to intercede for Ge and his son.

Fo Baonu didn't say a word at first, but in the end she got really angry. She raised her head and looked at the nobles who were kneeling together below: "Threat me?"

The people below naturally denied it flatly, and even claimed that they were wronged.Then he began to state what would happen if Fo Baonu punished the Ge family and his son, and almost accused Fo Baonu of his preference for Song Beiyun.

"Leaving aside the matter of punishment, you say that I prefer Song Beiyun?"

Fo Baonu slapped the desk: "Bastard!"

This time, Fo Baonu was really furious. The veins on her forehead were twitching. Facing the people below who were clearly indiscriminate between right and wrong, she wanted to be reasonable but found that the people below were unreasonable at all.

To put it bluntly, it was a form of forcing the palace to ask Fo Baonu to release the Ge family and his son, and it was indiscriminate at all.

In the end, the monarchs and ministers were at a stalemate, and Fo Baonu was also stubborn, refusing to compromise life and death, and almost drove them out in a rage.

An angry Fo Baonu was sitting there rubbing his temples, and at this moment Song Beiyun came out and gently massaged her: "Do you feel okay?"

"I want to cry."

Fo Baonu sighed, turned his head and fell into Song Beiyun's arms: "It was never like this before."

"That's because there are no contradictions." Song Beiyun patted her on the shoulder lightly: "They are afraid, because I am the minister of law protection, and wherever I go, I want to change. This time there is a little trouble, and they will naturally start to form a group , put pressure on you to stay away from me."

Yes, everyone used to go their own way without interfering with each other.Fobaonu has a high reputation among the people, but the courtiers somewhat look down on her.

But now that Song Beiyun came, both the civil servants' group and the generals' group became nervous.

Why did that idiot suddenly provoke Song Beiyun so nonsensically today? Now it seems that it may not only be the usual arrogance and domineering.

"In the current situation, you should settle the matter first, and hold it high." Song Beiyun whispered: "Don't be afraid, take your time. After the capital is moved to Luoyang, take care of these bastards."

"I want to hug..."

"You are a mature emperor, you can't hug him all day long." Song Beiyun smiled and hugged Buddha Baonu: "When they arrive in Luoyang, they are just dogs!"

Now Song Beiyun actually has no better solution, but as long as he returns to Chang'an, things will be different.

Song Liao's situation was different, and Song Beiyun's plan was also different. Even in the Great Song Dynasty, it took Song Beiyun several years to control part of the resources in order to fight against those people.

Now the Buddha slaves can't succeed, now the North and South courts are fighting, military officials and civil servants are fighting, new rich and old nobles are fighting, Buddha slaves really don't have much capital on hand now.

Once it is too fierce, whether to rebound or not is something to be said, and if it is not guaranteed, there will be a coup d'état.

On the second day, Fo Baonu was furious in the court hall, but he held it up high and put it down gently as Song Beiyun said. The punishment for the Ge family's father and son was nothing more than a fine of some salary, and then the Ge family's son was grounded for half months.

Xungui was satisfied with such a punishment, and Song Beiyun didn't say anything else, he just pretended nothing happened. Although he was very upset, there was nothing he could do for Anu.

This modest victory made the major groups confirm that Fo Baonu is a coward, and everyone is happy.

As for Song Beiyun, as long as the emperor didn't dare, what kind of disturbance could a mere foreign official like him cause?

So what is Song Beiyun doing now?

He naturally wants to avoid the sharp edge, and now he and Miao Yan are hiding in her electrical workshop, and the two are studying telephones and telegrams...

"The terminal is all right, but the relay is a problem. The laying of lines and the supply of electricity. These are not things that can be done now. We can do a pilot in Chang'an."

Miaoyan was introducing a series of things, but Song Beiyun sat there distracted.

"What do you think?"

"Alas..." Song Beiyun lay down on the floor loudly: "I'm so tired, I want to go back to the countryside. I hide in a small cave to brew wine and make acid, and toss with chemical fertilizers."

His words amused the wonderful words: "Practice science and technology well, and reform is a part-time job."

"Yeah." Song Beiyun nodded and said, "I have a little understanding of the situation on Anu's side, and it's really too bad."

"It's more than bad. The Song Dynasty is a special case, and the Liao Dynasty is a serious feudal society." Miao Yan squatted next to him: "Facing the forces of all parties who are full of confidence, we must either break up and stand behind or slowly build up."

"Let's take it slowly, don't destroy the balance immediately."

And while they were tossing around in the electrical workshop, a letter from Song Guo came.After Song Beiyun opened the letter, it was written by Song Ping, his son on the prairie.

In the letter, he sincerely begged Song Beiyun to support the department. They needed revenge. The situation in the grassland was very chaotic. If Song Beiyun didn't get support, the department might soon be annexed by other departments.

"What do you think?"

Song Beiyun handed the letter to Miaoyan: "The wolf cub in the grassland is really ambitious."

"Is it your godson?" Miao Yan said while looking at the letter: "I remember that the department is the wealthiest and most confident among all the departments."

"He wants to drag me into the water." Song Beiyun said with a smile: "Let me participate in the power struggle in the grassland. If he wins, he will have the fruits of victory. If he loses, he will have my way out. Wolf cub is worthy of being a wolf cub, send him Genghis Khan His reputation is indeed well-deserved."

"What about you? How do you plan?"

Song Beiyun thought for a moment: "Do you know what people say about me?"

"What did you say?"

"Song Beiyun is a man, even if a big dung truck passes by the door, he would take a spoonful to taste it."

Miaoyan was giggling so hard that she couldn't straighten her back. She had never heard of such a saying. From this, it seems that no matter what things are handled by the people, they will definitely become obscene or dirty, but obscene Be dirty, be dirty, be dirty, be fun and be fun.

"He wants to take advantage of me, so I'll let him take advantage." Song Beiyun smiled and said, "Let's see how bold he is."

"What are you going to do?"

Song Beiyun scratched his chin: "Mortgage loans, credit and financing, and the next step is the Lend-Lease Act."

"Have you considered if they default?"

"Repudiation?" Song Beiyun gently knocked on the table: "There are so many tribes in the grassland, there must be honest people. I will open the door to the first group, and I will give more to those who are obedient."

"You are so cruel..."

"Of course, if Song Ping is a godson, he needs to take care of him more, but I also want to let him know who is the father, right?"

Song Beiyun got up: "You go to Fobaonu, I will go to the messenger of Song State, and let all the people of Song Liao in the grassland withdraw."

"Huh? All of them?"

"That's right." Song Beiyun nodded, "Only the dealer knows how brutal the war will be in that place."

Chapter 733: Rain on August 3, Seven Years

Everything seems to be peaceful, this kind of tranquility has not been seen for a long time, it is both ordinary and abrupt.People in Jinling City picked up newspapers, even the official newspapers had nothing interesting in them, they were nothing more than articles, interviews, and quotations.And those entertainment-oriented newspapers are full of actors, actors, scholars and prostitutes.

The Jinling literary world without the Double Flower Strange Talk also seemed very quiet, as if everyone was busy resuming work and production, even so busy that no one was going to do something.

But in terms of being busy, the various organizations in the entire Song Dynasty seem to be busier than ever before. All departments are busy around the upcoming full-scale restoration of farming. The chiefs of several major departments have not even gone home to sleep for several days. .

The same is true in the Hongwen Museum. Since Beipo was ordered to compile a few books of the "Sacred Sword of Destroying Demons" that Song Beiyun called, the original handsome talent disappeared and was replaced by a lunatic with unkempt hair and unkempt hair.

It took him almost a year to learn all kinds of new knowledge from scratch. As the editor-in-chief of the three canons, Beipo was under much greater pressure than anyone else, because he knew that he not only wanted to inherit the skills of Confucius, but also Continuing and inheriting new knowledge, if this thing can be made, it will be a glorious thing through the ages, all their families will be radiant because of him, and even the whole Luzhou will become more and more prosperous because of him famous.

"The popularization of science must be accurate, stable and fast. Its success in the present age will benefit the future." Beipo said to the next few advisers: "A few days ago, I heard rumors of demons spreading outside the city, which made the people panic. , What do you say that there are monsters rushing into the shore in the water to eat people everywhere, and the loss of local people is serious. This is the first time I have encountered such a situation since I majored in the Three Codes. After I sent people to investigate, I found that there were no water monsters but local people This strategy was used in a vain attempt to collect land at a low price. But the rumors are full of mistakes, but the people are still obsessed with it. This is the responsibility of popular science."

Now every sentence of Beipo has weight. As the editor of Chinese dictionaries, lexicons and phonetic dictionaries, he can be called a talker in the academic field of Song Dynasty.Afterwards, he took over the compilation work of the Magic-Breaking Art Project, and his status rose even higher.

But the pressure that comes with rising status also comes one after another. Now he is almost making himself a hermit by studying.

In other words, these things are no longer tasks for him, but a career that requires a lifetime of energy. Now that the hardware is complete, printing, papermaking, and bookbinding technologies are becoming more and more mature, but the software is stretched.

Words and dictionaries are okay, but phonetic dictionaries and broken magic dictionaries are troublesome.Because it is necessary to unify the dialects of various places and guide the people to communicate, the role of phonetic dictionaries is no less than that of word dictionaries, but how to choose the pronunciation is very knowledgeable.

He needs to blend the official dialects from all over the world, plus the three elements of less changes, fewer consonants, and fewer local dialects. He also needs to get rid of those words in the official dialect, make it colloquial, simple, and folk, and collect, count, and After simplification and abridgement, a systematic language localization can be carried out.

This is a huge and messy job. If it can be done, it will definitely have absolute value for cultural inheritance and preservation, and it will help integrate the unification of multiple ethnic groups, so as to complete the great unification that has not been accomplished by the predecessors.

This is Albert!Beipo knew it well in his heart, so this was also the motivation for him to forget to eat and sleep, not one of them.

As for the three major magic tricks, they are encyclopedias, science museums, and children's popular science books, which are collectively called science popularization. This is a sharp blade to sweep away ignorance.

This is also a great cause. Although it takes a long time to overcome difficulties, a journey of thousands of miles begins with a single step. As long as you start to move forward, you will be able to reach the distance.

"Sir, the school officials from all over the world have arrived."

"Really?" Beipo quickly put on his shoes, "Hurry up and lead the way."

Beipo hurried forward with disheveled hair, the people behind looked at him and just shook their heads and smiled wryly, but they didn't say anything, because almost everyone didn't pay much attention to such pure people, because they knew that there was nothing left in these people's hearts. Set out ideas and goals.

Hundreds of academic officials from all over the country were summoned to the capital, and under the organization of Beipo, they began to classify and organize languages ​​in an orderly manner. After the examination reform, the main tasks of these academic officials have been abolished, so it is very important for them to be able to work in the capital now. It's a good thing to say.

"There is also the matter of knowing the complicated scriptures, what do you think of the officials?"

In the early morning of the second day, Beipo submitted the recent work content to Zhao Xing for reading, and then casually mentioned the content of the complex book slips that he had planned before.

Zhao Xing briefly glanced at the conversion of simplified and traditional characters, and frowned: "Isn't this going to delete a lot of words?"

"Yes." Beipo said sincerely: "I mainly extracted and sorted out about [-] commonly used simplified characters from Li Tang's literature and calligraphy. I believe that as long as these [-] characters are popularized, literacy will be greatly accelerated. The process can play a better role in the next national literacy."

After pondering for a moment, Zhao Xing asked: "If you want to do it, you can do all of it, why do you usually keep half of it if you want to do it?"

"The main reason is that some people in the academic circle are dissatisfied."

"If they are dissatisfied, let them teach the common people how to write. Why do you care about those who do not work?" Zhao Xing waved his hand: "You go and do it, you want money and people... ...There are not enough people, you have to figure out your own way."

"Thank you, Lord Long En." Beipo bowed his thanks and got up and said: "The official family, I will take my leave first."

"Hmm." Zhao Xing responded, then suddenly raised his head and asked, "I remember that you and Song Beiyun are from the same hometown, don't you?"

"I have known Mr. Song for many years."

"Oh, yes. He also recommended you to be the owner of the Hongwen Museum. It seems that you two have a good relationship." Zhao Xing nodded and said, "You have to do a good job. The position of the Hongwen Museum is very important. Whether the world will be stable in the future But part of the responsibility rests on you."

"Many thanks to the officials, I am willing to burn my brains out for this."

Zhao Xing nodded, and allowed Beipo to leave, then took out a bag of lard residue wrapped in oil paper from under the table and started eating.

Zhao Xing is a bit boring recently, maybe not only he is boring, but the whole Song Dynasty is also boring.Back and forth every day is something similar to the kind of work that looks important but is actually very boring.

This made him miss the days when Song Beiyun and Yan Shu were here for no reason. Those two friends would always find things to do in different ways, especially Song Beiyun. Chaozi, that day was full of ups and downs.

Now all reforms are being carried out in an orderly manner, the disaster situation has gradually stabilized, and a new round of planting has officially begun, but Zhao Xing can only sit here and eat lard residue.

"I heard that this thing is very popular among the people, right?"

"Officials, the calamity year has just passed, and all businesses are waiting for prosperity. Naturally, this fried rice has become a food for the common people." The waiter next to him explained: "After all, lard is expensive and in short supply."

"Send a message to Jiangxi to let them expand the scale of raising pigs." Zhao Xing yawned: "But this thing seems to be linked to grain production, and if grain production decreases, large livestock will also reduce production... that's all , let them adjust themselves."

Zhao Xing fell into boredom again, and he even had an urge to secretly go to Liao Kingdom to play with Song Beiyun, but now that the Qingming Festival is just around the corner, and there are still several large-scale events to attend, he Can't spare the time either.

Painful... melancholy...

But at this moment, the servant from outside suddenly knocked on the door in a hurry and entered, holding a letter and saying, "Report, Song Beiyun's secret letter."

"Hurry up."

Zhao Xing immediately straightened his body, and when he took the letter and looked at it, he immediately slapped his thigh: "Okay! Someone, please inform the Ministry of War and the Privy Council to come here immediately! A meeting!"