Song Beiyun

This secret letter was like the rain after a long drought, and immediately woke up Zhao Xing. He hurriedly summoned the big bosses from the Ministry of War and the Privy Council to come here, and began to discuss this matter.

First, all citizens in the grassland must be withdrawn, and then there is the lending and transfer of weapons. There are many ways to do this, but all of them are blood-sucking.Coupled with the large amount of weapons this time, big enough to overturn the entire grassland, Zhao Xing seemed extremely excited.

"One hundred thousand guns and five thousand cannons." Zhao Xing gently shook the table: "In addition to warm clothes, canned food, dry food and other supplies, what do you think?"

"Then what if the Grassland Empress reneges on the debt?" Ding Guogong asked with a serious expression: "With such a huge amount of military funds, if they renege on the debt and turn around and beat me, Song, wouldn't the gain outweigh the loss?"

"Didn't I just say that?" Zhao Xing laughed: "These military funds are not supplied to one tribe, but to the southern tribes of the entire grassland, and the northern tribes will be funded by the Liao Kingdom."

Upon hearing this method, the smart people around exchanged glances and knew who came up with this bad move. Except for Song Beiyun, there are really few people in the world who can hang out this kind of son without a butt The tricks of the eyes.

This is the way to clearly write "I am a bad person" on the forehead. It is really a bit detrimental, but I have to say that the results obtained in this way are maximized.

Then since it is beneficial to the country, and it does not need to give birth to a baby without a butthole, why not do this kind of plan?

So soon a set of bills on material leasing was sorted out, and after being reviewed by the three provinces, the world's first leasing bill was born.

The terms that have been embellished are even more sinister than Song Beiyun's previous proposals. Not only is it necessary to ensure normal trade during the war, but also to unconditionally open the country to the Song Dynasty and have the Song Dynasty stationed military advisers.

"The opposite is the Liao Kingdom." A group of old and new generals rolled up their sleeves eagerly: "I can't lose!"

Chapter 734: Rain on August 3, Seven Years

"The opposite is Song Guo, do you want to lose?"

This is the most famous sentence in the Liao military circle during this period, and it has even become popular among the officials after dinner.

The moment His Majesty the Emperor of the Liao Kingdom decided to support the Northern Tent tribe, it was decided that Song and Liao would meet again on the new battlefield, because the Southern Tent tribes were backed by the Song Kingdom.

Come on, let's touch each other on the battlefield.

The military advisers of the two countries began to march to the grasslands, and sometimes they were lucky enough to meet each other on the road. They turned out to be old rivals at first glance, and they greeted each other a little bit to inquire about each other's reality, but what they inquired about was nothing more than visiting relatives, browsing, and traveling. , anyway, everyone didn't tell the truth, so it passed with a laugh.

The turbulent Song and Liao countries not only sent advisers, but also began to transport a large amount of military supplies there. It looked like a life-and-death battle.

But the instigator of this military prosperity is squatting in the room at the moment, cooking meat in a small casserole.

The five-flowered three-layered pork is first boiled in a pot, then simmered with soy sauce, sugar and various spices for an hour and a half, and the children in the next door are all crying.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Liao Kingdom was squatting next to the small stove and fanning the wind with a small fan. Although it was very hard work, he didn’t feel sad at all when he thought that there would be delicious meat later. .

Meanwhile, the father of His Highness the Crown Prince was disposing of a piece of sheep stomach next to him, and later he would satisfy his hunger with the whole belly wrapped in chicken, the taste would be good.

"Father, can I eat?"

"What's the rush?" Song Beiyun glanced at the casserole: "You can see that the bubbles are not bubbling, that's all."

"it is good!"

After His Royal Highness got the information, he fanned the wind even harder, while Song Beiyun said to his son while dealing with the belly-packed chicken: "Do you know that you will take care of your sister in the future? As long as someone bullies them, you will take care of those people. The head was chopped off."

"Ok!"

Qiaoyun, who has nothing to do, is helping to pick vegetables nearby. Although she is now named as a queen, she really can't bear the life in the forbidden palace, so she finds a reason to move to this place secretly. Song Beiyun is also very honest these days, so basically every day is eating, drinking and having fun.

"Can you teach the child to be nice." Qiao Yun raised her head and asked, "I didn't see any good things you said to him."

"Ask him yourself, did I tell you?"

The crown prince is a powerful presence in the palace, even in front of His Majesty, he is like the sun, usually as naughty as his temper is, but in front of his father, this kid is honest and frightening, as if he had changed personal.

"I said... said..."

Seeing their cooperation like this, Qiao Yun had nothing to say, she picked vegetables and cooked in silence until the break after the meal, when Song Beiyun was about to take a nap with his son in his arms when a letter came.

The contents of the letter are all receipts about some of his deployment content. After reading these letters, he knows that everything is starting to work, and the first proxy war will begin soon, and this time the war will inevitably destroy The foundation of the entire grassland tore apart its relatively stable unity, and gave the Han culture a perfect entry point.

No matter which side wins the north and the south, the grassland in the future will inevitably become a good baby radiating under the halo of the main ethnic group. After several generations of Sinicization, then the most troublesome problem for Song Beiyun will most likely disappear.

As for being a son, there are so many unnecessary emotions in politics. If he wants to be a great sweat, he will see if he has the ability. If he has the ability, let him be a few years. Finally become an inalienable part of China.

"Auntie will play with you this afternoon, okay?" Song Beiyun ignited the letter and threw it into the iron basin, then turned to his son and said, "Your father is going out to work this afternoon."

"Okay." His Royal Highness sat on the bed and nodded, very obedient.

This son is relatively normal, not as demonic as Jin Ling'er's, but these brothers are probably going to cause big waves in the future. Song Beiyun is most worried about whether their brothers will be in the future, although it is too early But we have to guard against it.

Fo Baonu has been very busy recently, and the Ching Ming Festival is about to begin. Although she is not welcome as a usurper in the eyes of the Zong family, she must do what she should do.

After coaxing the child to sleep, Song Beiyun asked Qiaoyun to accompany him, while he went out and took a carriage to the outside of the workshop in Liao Kingdom.

Liao’s workshops are really inferior to Song’s workshops in all aspects. It is a distorted product born under Liao’s tough policy of “Song has what Liao needs”.

The only thing here is the clustering of production, but because of the lack of theoretical and technical support, their development is particularly slow, and even some equipment and manufacturing methods are not as good as Song's civilian equipment, and what's more, they will import from Song Dynasty Some new civilian equipment is used to pretend to be self-developed new equipment to defraud funds. Most of the previous Song-Liao cooperation projects were perfunctory, and there was no systematic industrial model at all.

So this time, Song Beiyun was entrusted by Buddha Baonu to check how much kickbacks the workshops in the Liao Kingdom had received.

When Song Beiyun came to the workshop, he was stopped by the guards just as he was about to enter. But before Song Beiyun could explain, a secret agent stepped forward and led him into the workshop.

He walked into the workshop, and first came to the smelting workshop. This place didn't get much kickbacks, after all, steel is a strategic material, and they didn't dare to do anything casually after eating bear's heart and leopard courage.

However, the technical content is really confusing. Now the smelting process of Song Dynasty has entered the fourth generation level, and those monsters are about to get out aluminum, but Liao is still in the first generation to the second generation. The level between the second generation has just differentiated steel from pig iron, and then produced several kinds of steel that look pretty good, that's all.

Song Beiyun took a small notebook to record on it, but before he could record for a long time, four or five people surrounded him, and then a bald uncle hurried over, and when he saw Song Beiyun, he asked, "What are you doing here! It is a secret place of the Liao Kingdom, who allowed you to enter?"

Song Beiyun continued to record in his notebook, but the man pulled his notebook away with one hand, and yelled angrily: "If you don't reply again, don't blame me for locking you up."

"Don't get excited."

Song Beiyun bent down to pick up the notebook and patted the dust on it. While recording, he said, "I was sent here by His Majesty the Emperor of Liao Kingdom to investigate the deficit of the workshop. You don't need to worry about me, I will patrol by myself."

Hearing his words, the bald uncle was stunned at the time, and while apologizing, he calmly ordered someone to call the person in charge here.

The Liao Kingdom Workshop, like the Song Kingdom Workshop, is a unit directly under the Ministry of Industry, and the person in charge here is equivalent to the level of the Minister of Industry, so the salary is not low.

When he rushed over and saw that it was Song Beiyun who was investigating the situation here, the general manager's feet softened and he fell to the ground.

"My lord... what's the matter with you?"

The bald factory manager hurried up to support him and asked in a low voice, "My lord, who is this man?"

"It's over... it's over..."

The servant who fell to the ground was pale. The moment he saw Song Beiyun, he knew it was over. Others might be able to fool him, but as an insider in this industry, he knew deeply what Song Beiyun represented in this industry. The existence of the level of the patriarch, when he went to Song Guo Workshop to adjust his studies, the first textbook was the introduction to science compiled by Song Beiyun. Later, he was lucky enough to participate in the public class held by Song Beiyun at the Song Guo Academy of Sciences.

Such a big cow came to check in person, maybe there will be a situation where people are prevaricated?

No one knows better than him how much money this workshop has lost to the Liao Kingdom, and no one knows better than him how many people's profit chains are behind it. No matter what, as long as he is found out, the best result is himself Suicide in fear of guilt.

He still has a strong will to survive, he scrambled and rushed to Song Beiyun, but the former aloof servant now smiled like a pug.

"Master Song! It's really you, Master Song."

Song Beiyun tilted his head and looked at him with a serious expression: "I know you."

The servant thumped in his heart, and before he could speak, he heard Song Beiyun say: "You went to Da Song to exchange and study a few years ago, Yan Shiqing, right?"

"Yes... yes yes yes, it is the villain... the humble minister... no, no, no, the official..." Yan Shilang is now incoherent, but he looks funny: "Master Song, please accompany the official to have a drink Let's have some tea."

Song Beiyun raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "Don't worry, wait for me to turn around, and you are here, so follow me around."

After finishing speaking, Song Beiyun started to wander around with a small book, and Yan Shilang clearly saw that the book was densely recorded with the prices of various equipment and his valuation, the difference was at least three times, and the most was even a hundred times as much.

For example, for a steelmaking furnace, the registered price at the Ministry of Industry is 140 million guan, but Song Beiyun's estimated price is more than [-] guan.

Afterwards, there were textile machines, asbestos glass kilns, etc., and the valuations differed by an average of fifty times.

Yan Shilang couldn't imagine how furious His Majesty would be when he saw such a form. I'm afraid he couldn't escape the killing of the nine clans.

But Song Beiyun didn't seem to care too much, just silently counted the value of each equipment, making people tremble with fear wherever he went.

"Master Song..."

Finally came to a no-man's land, when Song Beiyun was about to check the coke oven, Yan Shilang knelt down in front of him with a plop: "My lord...for the sake of teachers and students, please spare the disciple's life!"

Song Beiyun raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then said lightly, "Where is your office?"

Chapter 735: Sunny November 3, Seven Years

"Take a good look at what you did!" Song Beiyun threw the notebook in Yan Shilang's face: "Ten of your heads are not enough to cut off!"

How could Yan Shilang not know the doorway here? He sat there with his head downcast and dejected, not even daring to say a word.

"A workshop, five years, a loss of tens of millions!" Song Beiyun walked back and forth with his hands behind his back: "Even people like Fo Baonu, who are not sensitive to numbers, have noticed that something is wrong, and you dare to lie openly!"

"Master Song...you must save my life." Yan Shilang slipped from the chair with snot and tears, and knelt down in front of Song Beiyun, kowtowing: "You also know, such things How can I, a little servant, be able to control it, I am just a pawn pushed out by them."

Song Beiyun adjusted his sitting posture and leaned on the chair: "It is impossible for me not to report this matter to Your Majesty. He is already suspicious. Even if I don't come today, someone will come. Do you understand?"

Yan Shilang nodded weakly, but he was already crying bitterly.

"For today's plan, you should take a good look back and see how many people are behind it." Song Beiyun guided step by step: "As much as you have, confess as much, otherwise no one will be able to protect you."

"Can……"

"It's already at this time, what else do you have?" Song Beiyun said with a smile: "I am a foreign minister, and I am only entrusted by others to be loyal to others. Whether you can save your life depends entirely on this thought. Don't you If you confess them, you will die, if you confess them, you can still earn a living, you are also messing around in the officialdom, you should understand this truth."

"Yes...I understand, but...but those are all first-rank and second-rank officials."

"I will have an audience with His Majesty the Emperor of Liao Kingdom alone. He knows in his heart that a deficit of this scale cannot be borne by your little servant." Song Beiyun picked up his teacup and took a sip: "But in the end, it is not up to me to decide .but I'll try to persuade you as much as possible, but..."

"Sir Song, please tell me! No matter what the officials are, they will find a way to do it.".

"The account book." Song Beiyun stretched out his hand: "Give me the account book in your hand."

"This……"

"If you don't believe me, then I will turn around and leave. If you believe me, I will keep you safe."

If it were another person, Yan Shilang would believe him to be a ghost, and everyone would be a good bastard, who would play tricks with whom?But the person in front of him was Song Bei Yunna, the Son of Heaven of Song Dynasty, whose reputation spread far and wide.What he came here to do, in fact, everyone knew all about it, and handing in the account book was actually in the middle of his wish.

But here lies the problem. If you don't pay the account book, you will definitely die.

Yan Shilang was stunned at the moment, stood up and wiped away his tears: "The life and death of the student will be left to Mr. Song!"

Song Beiyun nodded lightly: "Smart people can live a long time, right? I hope you can keep your mouth shut, otherwise... I don't know what the emperor of Liao Kingdom thinks."

"Yes, the student understands."

Yan Shilang turned around and walked into the dark room, took out a stack of ledgers and put them in Song Beiyun's hands. When he let go, he begged repeatedly, but Song Beiyun nodded affirmatively: "Now you have to do three things. I don’t know, the second is that it has nothing to do with you, and the third is to light a fire.”

After speaking, Song Beiyun patted Yan Shilang on the shoulder, then put the ledger into the cloth pocket, turned and left.

And that night, the Liao Kingdom workshop caught fire due to improper operation by the craftsmen. Fortunately, it was extinguished without spreading to a large area. Only less than one-third of the area was burned, and the warehouse was not affected. There is nothing else to lose.

In the early dynasty, Yan Shilang, the manager of the workshop, knelt in front of the Fobaonu hall covered in smoke and anger, and confessed his crime of dereliction of duty. Let it go.

This undoubtedly gave Yan Shilang a dose of reassurance, but after the early court, he was called away by the big shots in the court, and as for what to say, it was nothing more than those things.

On the contrary, it was Fo Baonu who was sitting on the bench in the harem, flipping through the ledgers while basking in the rare sunshine to bask her children. In the warm spring day, her hands and feet were as cold as in winter.

"Stop, I don't need to hear you lose your temper." Song Beiyun waved his fingers and said to her, "Losing your temper won't solve any problems."

Fu Baonu was so angry that he threw the things in his hands on the ground, turned around and kicked over a wooden sculpture.

"I just said that losing your temper won't solve the problem."

After going up to help up the kicked-off wooden sculpture, Song Beiyun leaned under the vine and looked at Fo Baonu who was in a frenzy: "This is not a problem that can be solved now. Everything will be discussed after the capital is moved, under the premise that safety can be guaranteed."

"These people are damned!"

"You don't know how long Zhao Xing has endured in order to settle these internal troubles. If the timing is not ripe, he is playing with fire." Song Beiyun waved his hand and said, "I brought you something, and when to catch it depends on your operation." .”

Fo Baonu took a deep breath: "Why can you get these? Isn't this the lifeblood?"

"Because I didn't get any bonus, if you ask anyone to investigate, the relationship between the people of the country is intertwined after all, and both sides have concerns, so naturally it is impossible to make things happen. As for me... I am not your Liaochen, Second, I am Song Beiyun."

Song Beiyun's words were full of confidence, but he was right. It was precisely because he was Song Beiyun that many things were in his hands. He said that being able to save a certain person was tantamount to giving that person great courage.

It is this ray of light at the time of despair that can make people no longer calm down, but when they react, they are already on board.

"You are so powerful that even the courtiers of the Liao Kingdom believe in what you say."

"This is the accumulation of word-of-mouth for a long time." Song Beiyun said, shaking his fingers: "Plus, I am a stranger and a foreigner, so there is no reason to lie to others."

Fo Baonu snorted coldly: "You can be the emperor."

"Okay, you step down."

"You!" Fo Baonu was choked and stomped his feet angrily: "Don't talk to you anymore."

Song Beiyun didn't care about her losing her temper. Anyway, over the years, she had lost her temper a lot, and they came and went quickly. When she figured it out, she would naturally lose her temper.

Sure enough, not long after, Fo Baonu, who was furious at first, came over again.