Song Beiyun

In the past two years alone, nearly a million households have moved into Chang'an. The scale of the city is unprecedented, and it has already surpassed the size of the heyday of Tang Dynasty. Even the surrounding areas of Chang'an are extremely prosperous because of this.

Although I didn't deliberately compare them, if there is no accident, Jinshangdu, Liaoxindu and Songnandu are stacked together to compete with Chang'an.

People who have never been to Chang'an are absolutely hard to imagine what kind of concept this is, and those who have seen it often don't want to leave here anymore.

Of course, Chang'an is not a paradise. If you want to settle here, you will be under pressure that cannot be compared with other places, because the competition between all walks of life and the competition between people make this place coexist with opportunities and pain. Competitive people can only choose to work as coolies, farming or the most basic service industry, and even farming is not as good as others.

This is also forcing them to study and study in disguise. In just three years, the literacy rate in Chang'an has soared from less than [-]% to [-]%. However, literacy alone can no longer satisfy the pursuit of many people. The venues were full, and even the yamen had to open new night schools continuously to meet the growing cultural needs.

Once a Persian poet came to Chang'an and praised, "If Damascus is heaven, then Chang'an is the pearl at the highest point of heaven, and its function is to illuminate the whole heaven."

"You go back first." Song Beiyun said to the little princess: "You don't have much time left, you'd better be prepared. My method is just to point you in a general direction, and you still need to figure out many details by yourself. supplementary."

"Oh..." The little princess got up nervously: "You will help me, right?"

"Will do."

"Then I'm relieved." She nodded, turned around and left, looking a little dazed.

But it's not easy to blame her. After all, she is only a child under 20 years old, and she is suddenly entrusted with important tasks. Her panic is understandable.

But sometimes there is no choice. Maintaining stability is the prerequisite for development. If the society falls into turmoil, all efforts will come to naught.

But she alone is not enough, a lot of software and hardware must keep up, after all, suddenly expanded to 10,000+ people, many facilities have to keep up, such as medical care, catering, accommodation and so on.

During this time, Song Beiyun could only be so busy that he didn't touch the ground. He had no time to accompany the children or coax the girls.

Sometimes when I got home tired, I fell asleep and couldn't even say a few words.

But fortunately, everyone understood him very well, and didn't bother him because of some trivial matters.

Every day after that, there will be a letterhead to inform the refugee's location. Although the information is delayed, the latest location can be estimated overall.

The refugee tide is advancing at a speed of about [-] to [-] miles per day. In order to ensure their safe arrival, Chang'an has sent a supply convoy to supply them with clean water, food and medical supplies. The first batch of refugees will probably arrive at the end of the month. And this migration will continue until winter.

Song Beiyun was ready, and so was Chang'an.

"Come on, take me to Beihai Navy."

After all, what was supposed to come couldn't be avoided, Zuo Rou finally couldn't help finding Song Beiyun, and brought up the topic she had been thinking about for two years.

"Don't worry now, I have a lot of things going on here."

Song Beiyun lay on the bamboo bed and half closed his eyes: "I'm so tired..."

"Because of the grassland?"

"Ah."

Zuo Rou was silent for a moment, then turned around and entered the room, and when she came out after a while, she was holding two stone dumbbells that she usually used for exercising.

"Turn around."

"You want to hit me on the head?" Song Beiyun looked at the dumbbell in her hand: "Isn't it... It's not that I won't let you go, it's just a few days later, until I finish this part."

Zuo Rou spat: "Tell you to turn around, why are you talking so much nonsense?"

Song Beiyun sighed: "If you want to beat him to death, don't be paralyzed."

Facing Song Beiyun who was lying on his stomach, Zuo Rou put the stone dumbbell on his back and rolled it back and forth, making his bones creak under the pressure, very comfortable.

"When did you learn to be so obedient?"

"Let me tell you something." Zuo Rou said while massaging Song Beiyun, "You promise me first."

Song Beiyun rolled his eyes: "You speak first."

"You promise first."

"You speak first!"

"Do you agree or not?"

"Can you tell me?"

Zuo Rou raised the dumbbell: "I beat you to death."

"Hurry up, the ghost knows what's going on in your mind."

Zuo Rou was silent for a moment before she spoke: "I want you to find an errand for Zuo Fang, he will be here in a few days."

"Oh, this matter." Song Beiyun was not surprised: "He mentioned it to me before, but I thought that all of you brothers and sisters came to Chang'an, so who cares about Duke Ding? He is not young anymore."

"After two years, when my father retires, let him come here as well." Zuo Rou whispered, "Zuo Fang is also old, she is 22, and she has neither a family nor a career. Be a dude forever."

"In that case, let him talk first. Anyway, there is something that can be used." Song Beiyun pointed behind his back: "Try harder, my back is always sore these days, and I am very tired."

"I heard that Prince Fu is coming soon, right?"

"Yeah." Song Beiyun replied, "Didn't he retire? We can't let him go to Fuzhou. There's no one to take care of him, so we can't count on that bastard Zhao Cheng."

"It's true." Zuo Rou nodded: "I'll let my father come over then."

While talking, Jin Ling'er came in with a basket, she glanced at Song Beiyun who was on the bamboo bed, and chuckled lightly: "I said why did I search for you but you didn't find it, so it turned out that you sneaked back to prostitute yourself in the daytime. "

"Stop talking nonsense to me." Song Beiyun knew Jin Ling'er's temperament: "This is discussing business matters, what did you do?"

"It's okay, these days Qiaoqiao and Biluo are taking care of the children, I'll go over and have a look." Jin Ling'er sighed faintly: "The baby that was white and tender is now as black as a monkey of."

Song Beiyun yawned: "Is the Princess Fund ready? The refugees will arrive in 20 days at most."

"Get ready." Jin Ling'er put down her basket and sat beside her and said, "I've already told the major chambers of commerce that they will find ways to expand some production. There will be about [-] job vacancies before the end of the year."

"Not enough." Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "Tomorrow I will go to Xu Li's, and I want him to feed me another 5 people."

"How can you catch a stalk of wool?" Jin Ling'er said dumbfoundedly, "Xu Like is really your cash cow."

"If you don't let him suffer, Xu Li will win the world in three to five years. Do you think he still has a life?" Song Beiyun was pressed down by Zuo Rou and said, "This is already a tacit agreement between friends." Announced."

"Then the Chen family in Jiangbei and the Feng family in Huguang have also started to compete with the Xu family, what about them?"

"Don't worry." Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "They're still young, and it's not time to harvest them. When they find me in a panic, I'll cut them another round of leeks."

There is no rush to cut leeks now. Of the four major families back then, only the Xu family is left standing, and the new four major families are also growing. When they are relatively stable, Song Beiyun will take action to let them know that the big family In Song's bones, is the surname Zi or She?

"Master Song, the King of Xixia arrived in Chang'an an hour ago."

The news came from the guards outside, but Song Beiyun didn't even raise his head: "Got it."

After Jinwei left, Jin Ling'er picked up a grape from the Western Regions and put it in her mouth: "The King of Xixia is here, why don't you go and see it?"

"I'll go and see? Is he going to salute me, or should I greet him?" Song Beiyun said calmly, "I saluted him, but he didn't dare to accept it. He saluted me, regardless of emotion or reason." It's suitable. It's best if we don't see each other, since he came here secretly, he probably doesn't want to see me."

"Then what do you think the King of Xixia is doing in Chang'an?"

Li Ronghao, the king of Xixia, the man who was once passed by Songbei with the note "If I can do it again, I will choose Li Bai". Higher than Song Beiyun, but actually living under Song Beiyun's restraint. As Song Beiyun said, it is naturally best for the two not to meet each other in such a situation, otherwise everyone will be embarrassed when they meet.

"Him?" Song Beiyun suddenly sat up and said, "This is forcing me to interfere in Lao Tzu's Super Girl draft!"

Chapter 745: Rain on August 8, Seven Years Whenever Pear Blossoms Bloom All over the End of the World

Song Beiyun hadn't had much contact with Xixia King Li Ronghao, but I heard that this person was petite and competitive.

Judging from the fact that he came all the way to Chang'an to build momentum for his daughter, he might be able to set up a few sticks in the palace and go out to help his cat fight at any time.

But now that he is here, this matter is not that simple, no matter how bad it is, he will be better than most people, will he really arrange a Xixia princess to be the spokesperson of Chang'an?Or arrange for Princess Xixia to meet Zhao Xing?

So Song Beiyun planned to fight this Xixia king.

The current popular candidates are still Toyo no Hana Murasaki Shikibe and the Persian cat whose name I can't remember, but according to the latest bills, a woman named Li Shi is rapidly moving up. But in just one day, she had reached No. 20 three.

This obvious behavior of brushing tickets made Song Beiyun keenly aware of Li Shi's identity, but it's not the time to make a move yet, at least when she reached the top ten before starting to suppress her.

In the morning, Song Beiyun came from the farm to the relevant yamen in Chang'an to retrieve Li Shi's materials, and when he was about to stop by to blackmail Xu Li, he stopped him head-on.

"Song Shaobao, I finally found you."

"what's up?"

This name belongs to Song Beiyun's bad taste, but this department is the real power department, and even the president is the third-rank official with the same level as the governor and directly appointed from Jinling.

"This is not the place to talk, this way please."

He was half-dragged and half-dragged to the Chang'an Armaments Office. After the long-lived man served the tea, he looked at Song Beiyun with some embarrassment and said, "Master Song, can you let the military industry save some money? Since the beginning of the year, the military industry has It has already burned up the whole year's budget, and if this continues, the yamen may not be able to operate."

Song Beiyun frowned: "Isn't it? 700 million yuan, and it's gone so soon? What about the account book? Let me see."

What he is most worried about is not official corruption. Official corruption can be rectified, but the corruption of the institutional system is too difficult to deal with. After forming a chain from top to bottom, there is basically nothing better than a big change. way out.

The military industry system is also an important key node related to national defense and security. It can be said to be the top priority in the national system. If this system is ruined, it will even take several years to rebuild.

After receiving the account book, Song Beiyun read it carefully, making calculations while reading.

The whereabouts of 700 million guns were quickly found out. It seems that there is no big problem. The purchases are within the normal standard range, but because the grasslands and the Western Regions are at war these days, all kinds of ores and oil are at war. The price has risen a bit, but this is also determined by the market.

"No problem."

"Oh, Mr. Song, please look carefully, this time is too short."

Song Beiyun looked down again, this time he paid more attention to the speed of consumption, and only then did he realize that something was wrong. The consumption speed of the entire military industry system had doubled, and the consumption of finished products and raw materials had doubled. Fan.

"Why so fast?"

"I'm also muttering, but I came here to be in charge of internal affairs, and I don't understand this industry." The president sighed: "Isn't the official embarrassing me, I said I won't come or come."

"Okay." Song Beiyun put the ledger on the table: "I know you're in trouble, so let's check it out. Let's go, I'll put aside what I'm doing for now, let's go to the arsenal headquarters."

"Then..." The president pondered for a moment: "Walking now?"

"Let's go."

It is not uncommon to have a small imperial court in Chang'an City. Originally, Zhao Xing planned to send a group of first-rank and second-rank officials over, but Song Beiyun sternly refused.Because he is not interested in this thing, but he does not hinder other people's power and is greedy. There are two governments in a country at the same time. This kind of thing will explode in any era. If you don't pay attention, it will become a warlord melee or a civil war. There may be no way in times of chaos, but in times of relatively stable peace, isn't it obvious that you are looking for trouble for yourself?

Therefore, Song Beiyun gave a rigid standard that the most senior officials in Chang'an City, only the third rank is the same level as the governor, and it cannot be higher.

So now in Chang'an City, there is a vote of officials of the third rank. They come here to preside over the work of a certain department, but these people are smart people who know who is really in charge of Chang'an, so when they encounter difficult problems, they usually come to them. Song Beiyun.

On the way to the arsenal, Song Beiyun's expression was dignified, and the chairman's expression was uncomfortable. If this level of corruption really occurred in his own hands, let alone the annual assessment, I am afraid that even this I can't even keep my hat.

The carriage staggered to the arsenal sixty miles away in the northeast suburb of Chang'an. This place was a military-controlled area. There were sentries standing in front of the gate. The atmosphere was solemn. No one was allowed to enter without official approval or certificates.

Standing at the door, he could hear the sound of weapons testing coming from inside. Song Beiyun looked up and was about to go inside.

"Please show your documents!"

The sentinel at the door looked at Song Beiyun seriously, while the president next to him widened his eyes: "Look who this is!"

"No matter who it is, you must show your ID!"

Song Beiyun took out his token and signature stamp from his bosom. After the sentry took it, he began to carefully compare the traces left on the sentry post. He combined the two tokens into one, and after strict and serious verification, he pressed Song Beiyun's signature stamp On a piece of white paper no bigger than a palm, he began to check the seal information Song Beiyun had left before. After finding that the approval was correct, he walked back and handed the object to Song Beiyun with both hands, and opened the door without saying a word.

The president also went through this procedure when he went in, but was stopped outside the door because he didn't bring enough things.

"Okay." Song Beiyun stepped forward and said to the sentinel, "I will be his guarantor."

"Okay, please make a pledge!"

Song Beiyun walked over to sign the record book, and then brought the general inside.

And after they left, the sentinel's calves were trembling. He never thought that one day he would stop Song Beiyun and the commander here... If he had a bad temper, it would not be a big problem if he stabbed himself.

The president inside was also complaining about this problem with Song Beiyun, and Song Beiyun replied with a smile as he quickly went to the core office area of ​​the arsenal: "I set the rules, so I have to abide by them myself. This place is not an ordinary place. Everyone has to be strict, even officials who come here must verify their identities."

"How dare you..."

"How dare you? The things in this place are too important." Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "If other countries know the information here, they will take down Chang'an even if they attack by force. Do you understand? So there can be no loopholes."

However, Song Beiyun shook his head when he saw the bewildered look on the chairman's face. Sure enough, an excessive candidate is an excessive candidate. It seems that they really don't understand the value of this.

The arsenal has its own research and development center, and the organizational structure is actually similar to the future organizational structure. The elite of the Academy of Sciences will give priority to entering here to continue working.

So although it is called an arsenal, it is actually a complex organization integrating research and development, production, improvement, and maintenance. It can be regarded as the son of the workshop, and it is the eldest son who is loved by thousands of people.

He came to the working area of ​​the person in charge here, but was told by his assistant that he was not here, and had been supervising the trial production of new weapons in the workshop.

"A new type of weapon?" Song Beiyun asked curiously, "What kind of weapon? Why don't I know?"

The assistant bowed with a smile, and said, "I plan to give Da Song a surprise in the New Year."

Song Beiyun looked curious, turned around and took the president to the workshop.

In this hot weather, as soon as you enter the workshop, you can feel the sweltering heat and make you feel uncomfortable, but the scene in front of you made Song Beiyun unable to react immediately.

In the stockpiling area in front of the workshop, steel pipes sprayed with black paint were densely packed, and the pile was more than five meters high.These tubes are the same thickness, but the inside is smooth and has no rifling.

No rifling means it's not artillery, so what are these things for?And such a large amount, isn't this a waste of money?