Song Beiyun

After Song Beiyun returned, he ordered that all officials from the seventh rank and above must come to the auditorium for a meeting within two hours without delay.

Maybe all the officials in Chang'an today have to thank the eight generations of ancestors of Mr. Zhou's family. During the meeting, Song Beiyun spit and scolded the people present for an hour, mocking while scolding.

"From now on, a five-year rectification will be carried out one after another. The style of study, government, and writing will be rectified. You people have nothing in your eyes, and the bureaucratic style is extremely serious!" Song Beiyun put his hands on the table: "This is the same as The style of Chang'an is contrary to the spirit of the Great Song Dynasty!"

"The relevant documents will be sent to each of you within three days. I have no other requirements, but I want you to correct your thoughts, put down your figure, and tear down your airs. The first will be self-examination. Within seven days, you must Hand in the self-examination materials, and those who fail to submit them within the time limit will go home and farm. The next step will be a large-scale educational activity, and you will give me classes at night besides your daily work!"

Don't say it for three days, and the rectification document was in the hands of everyone on the second day. According to the requirements of the document, everyone from the supervisor to the clerk must first write a self-examination report.

That night, many people scolded Zhou Lin while writing, but they knew that it was too late to scold anyone now, and scolding could not solve the problem now.And within a month, the night school will start, and they will have to go to class every night...

"Weighing people by price, what kind of behavior is this?" Song Beiyun pointed at several officials in charge of discipline and cursed: "Those local hooligans just talk about it, and the officials dare to say that? Let me tell you, when Officials not only want to set rules for themselves, but also your family members and your friends must be framed in this frame! Don't use the ignorance of your family members as a prevarication, it won't work!"

Those few officials were innocent disasters. They lowered their heads and let Song Beiyun scold them, not even daring to breathe.

"I'm here to warn you, you go and make it clear to your subordinates that the trend is to start with everyone and every household, from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, and put the stomachs of you people who eat public meals Take out your intestines and wash them, do you really think that the people can be bullied? Your words and deeds are directly related to the credibility of the court and the government. Take it seriously, do you hear me!"

"Yes……"

"understood……"

Chapter 750: Sunny November 8, Seven Years

The last rain ended in the morning, and the sun finally broke through the dark clouds, reviving the land that had been suppressed for a long time.

Sitting in a shop opposite the restaurant in the early morning, several scholars were having breakfast, and seeing that the restaurant that had been thriving in business was moving things out, they jokingly said: "Have you heard, this is the place." Every store sets a price for life."

"Didn't Master Song Beiyun and Song ransacked the house?"

"You don't know, but my father is in the yamen. Because of this family, the officials in Quanchang'an are all in trouble now. My father has been writing materials for the past few days, saying that he has mistakes in his thinking."

"Oh? A mistake in thinking?"

"That's right, that's right." The little yamen sighed and said, "In the past few days, my father has repeatedly warned me and my stupid brother not to be rampant when we go out, but to be gentle, courteous and thrifty."

Bao Zheng, who was sitting at the same table with him, said with a smile, "Brother Liang has always been like this. He is full of talent and yet humble and polite."

"Oh, Brother Bao is really too flattering." The little yamen smiled and waved his hands: "Don't talk about me, don't talk about me, I'm so ashamed."

Bao Zheng laughed: "I heard that Mr. Song came here to eat, and he was ridiculed by the servant, right?"

"Yes, I was there that day." A white-clothed scholar next to him echoed: "But Mr. Song didn't care about it before. Sarcasm was just a breeze to him. Until the young man added a sentence After saying something like 'If you are killed, you will only pay a few pennies', Mr. Song was furious."

Bao Zheng nodded again and again: "When I was studying in the law school, my teacher also said that the law needs to be people-oriented, and it is absolutely impossible to attach a price to human life, otherwise the world will be terrible."

"Coincidentally! The Academy of Sciences also puts people first in science and technology."

"Hahahaha, isn't that right, it's the same with the Engineering College."

Seven or eight teenagers laughed together, and what they used as talking points has now caused a huge wave in the Chang'an literary world.

The literary world is now divided into two factions, one is that Song Beiyun is making a fuss out of a molehill, and the other is that he handles it lightly, and the two sides are arguing.

Supporters said that only people with bad family traditions would say such words, and family traditions are enough to tell the level of a person's character, and those with poor character are not worthy of being an official.

Opponents point out that everyone has their own growth background and cultural background, and it is not appropriate to let other people's mistakes implicate another person.

However, the debate between the two sides did not lead to any particularly reversed results, only because the number of people supporting the affirmative debaters was overwhelming.The public generally agrees with the first point of view. If you are a person with good conduct, your family tradition will never be bad.

At this time, some people began to talk about Song Beiyun's family tradition. There are two brothers from one family, one is the Chang'an Supervisor and the other is the Prince Taibao and the commander of the Chang'an Army.So many people are curious about what kind of educational environment Song Beiyun grew up in.

No, Aunt Hong has become the core figure of the noble ladies in the city. There is no parent who does not want their children to have a future. Aunt Hong is obviously the best among them. Only the two children are extremely respectable officials. The key Both of them are very young.

But Aunt Hong really can't tell why. She has indeed read and read, but she is not a talented woman and she doesn't have the energy to deal with those expensive wives. After all, there are a lot of children in the family to take care of, and there is a baby Little things in it.

"How can it be done?" Song Beiyun waved his hand and said, "It's fine for you to go to the farm, but if you want to take care of the children, what's the deal?"

"What's the matter? You and Yusheng were also brought up by me, and I didn't see any trouble between you."

"Mother..." Yusheng persuaded from the side: "You can rest and rest, you dote on children too much, they can't dote on them now."

Aunt Hong left angrily without even eating, but Guanyinnu kicked Yusheng and chased Aunt Hong with the food.

And Song Beiyun sat at the dinner table and sighed: "What are you talking about! This old lady is really... ouch!"

"What can I do?" Yusheng propped his chin and sighed, "Is it possible that a person will not be able to hold on to his grandson when he is old?"

"Forget it, don't be mad at her." Song Beiyun stood up, "I'm going to the camp."

"Well, I should go to the Yamen too."

In the past few days, Song Beiyun's work was mainly to deal with style issues. All the officials in Chang'an City were in danger, for fear of being punished, but I have to say that the atmosphere in Chang'an seemed to improve a lot overnight.

Those people who used to shout and drink to the people, now dare not speak out, are polite and honest, and those who go to the restaurant to eat and don’t give money all volunteered to spend two years of food money. It was settled.

The most miserable ones belong to those yamen, they are not less domineering on weekdays, if they are not too much, the family will generally ignore them, but these days their life will be difficult, or they will be punished. They were grounded, or they were warned, and some were even sent directly to relatives in other places.

The atmosphere in Chang'an can be described as completely new. Although I don't know how long it will last, one thing is certain, the people at the bottom of this model are the happiest.

In the past, when doing something, it would be a matter of begging the grandpa to tell the grandma to see if they were in a good mood, but these days, they can't wait to knock on the door one by one and go in and ask, "My fellow, what's the problem?" ".

Of course, many people would discuss in their spare time what would happen to Mr. Zhou who was sent back to Jinling.

"What else, go home to farm, and none of the officials who were sent back by Chang'an Qing will end well. You and I are both from Jinling, and we know that Chang'an is an alchemy furnace. Anyone who is in Chang'an like a fish in water will return to Jinling two times. I jumped three levels every year, isn’t Xia Songxia the same? The governor of the capital was supposed to be demoted two levels, but now you look at it, and you probably have to accept the promise of the sect. If you are like Lao Zhou, you can still fall when you go back. ? There is no chance of being sent to other provinces to herd sheep, so it would be good to just dismiss the official position and go back to stand by."

Several of Zhou Lin's subordinates got together to chat about his affairs. He was transferred for a serious violation of discipline. In the past, he used to yell at Mr. Zhou for affection, but now he yelled at Mr. Zhou.

In fact, the vast majority of officials have the same attitude towards ordinary people. Zhou Lin was just unlucky enough to be shot at the gunpoint, and he became the entry point for this rectification.

But for the common people, Song Beiyun's anger is really exciting, especially the deafening sentence "human life is greater than the sky" has become the belief of many people, especially those teenagers in the academy. They read the words written by Song Beiyun back then Young China, holding the introduction to science compiled by Song Beiyun in his hand, watching Song Beiyun's speech in the Jinling City Hongwen Museum in the newspaper, his blood boiled.

These young people feel more and more that this society is old and decayed. Looking at the new manifesto circulated from the progressive youths in Jinling, they suddenly feel that the world should change.

So many people found Chang'an Daily, and had a long conversation with the editor-in-chief. After obtaining Song Beiyun's approval, the young people opened a propaganda magazine for young people themselves, and Song Beiyun personally wrote the name of the magazine - "Chang'an New Youth". .

However, they had a dispute over who should be the editor-in-chief, and in the end no one could convince the other, so they had to ask Song Beiyun to come out to be the editor-in-chief of the magazine and invite him to write the preface for the first issue.

Because of Song Beiyun's joining, Chang'an Daily directly diverted "Chang'an New Youth" and injected capital into New Youth Magazine, which independently publishes its own magazines and newspapers.

The New Thought Movement was officially launched in Chang'an, and it was carried out in full swing in conjunction with the rectification movement.

"It's so late, why don't you go to sleep?"

Jin Ling'er came to Song Beiyun's desk, lightly supported his shoulder and looked over, "When did you start writing prefaces for people?"

"I can't help it." Song Beiyun took off his glasses: "Young people have ideas, so we should let them have a voice. These people will be the hope of the world in the future."

"Heh, it's as if you're not young."

"But how much can I do alone." Song Beiyun rubbed his eyes: "A great cause requires everyone's efforts, but judging from the present, 50 years from now, it should be an era of shining stars."

In 50 years, Song Beiyun really wanted to fly to that time to take a look and see if it was as he expected.But when I think that I will be almost 50 years old in 80 years, I feel a little scared in my heart.

Really no one can escape from life, old age, sickness and death, but there is no way to think about it...

And soon, the news of the great harvest in the disaster year and the great fate of human beings were combined together, and inside information was continuously leaked out. There are so many things, no wonder this year's disasters have been like this, but we haven't heard the same wave of hungry people as in previous years, and the price of food has not moved at all. There is no such situation that the price will increase dozens of times when the disaster year comes.

There are good and bad people at the bottom, but his values ​​are very simple, good is good, bad is bad, it is a great merit if people don't starve to death in this disaster year, and it is His Majesty's wise leadership.

Many places began to set up shrines for Zhao Xing, and began to worship as gods. The piety was in a mess, and no one was even allowed to say a bad word about Zhao Xing, even in Chang'an.

"It's strange, Nanfeng. You said it's nothing more than setting up a shrine for me in the south, but why did Chang'an also set up it? Song Beiyun's merits and virtues belonged to him, so I feel embarrassed."

"Officials, this is exactly the strength of Lord Song. If I guess correctly, Lord Song should have guided this on purpose." Nan Feng laughed and said, "Your Majesty always says that I am like Lord Song. How can I be like that?" Outstanding people are on a par."

"You can speak."

"What I said is the truth. Although Chang'an does not recognize the small court, the small court really exists. If Mr. Song's prestige is too high, something will happen in the future. Mr. Song's move is really beautiful. It is undoubtedly to tell the officials And the people, the world is still the Song Dynasty, and it is still the world of officials."

"No." Zhao Xing seriously corrected the mistake and said: "The world belongs to the people, and the Great Song Dynasty belongs to the people. I am just the shopkeeper, and it might be better to change someone. Nanfeng, should I be the emperor?"

Nan Feng slapped Zhao Xing: "Officials, let me live... This kind of joke can't be said, if it spreads, the humble minister will be finished..."

Chapter 751: Sunny November 8, Seven Years

The flood gradually receded, and it seemed that the whole country became a large construction site overnight. The post-disaster reconstruction work was carried out in an orderly manner. Because there was no food crisis, the full restoration of production and the prevention and control of plague became the top priority at this stage.

The destroyed houses need to be rebuilt, and the government will provide a part of the disaster relief subsidy, and the rebuilt houses will use a new structural model, changing from wood to brick-concrete structure.

In conversion, houses with brick-concrete structure are even [-]% cheaper than houses with wooden structure, and it can also solve the problems of being washed away by floods, insects, and mold.

In the large construction sites, the concrete extended from cement has replaced the previous wood and has become the protagonist. The cement factories invested by several big families are working overtime on all lines, and the supply is in short supply.

"Well, [-] jobs are a bit too much, and I can't arrange them for a while." After pondering for a while, Xu Li replied: "I can provide [-] jobs, but I can make big businessmen from all over the world work within their capabilities. Some positions are provided."

"Then I don't care about you, anyway, you have to resettle these people, it's your social responsibility." Song Beiyun said with fingers: "You'd better explain it to those idiots, they better not complain to me They have complaints, if they don’t let me do it, someone will naturally do it.”

"Is that what you said?"

"How the hell can you talk about this kind of thing directly." Song Beiyun spat: "It's okay to beat and beat, we can't make this group of people too comfortable and let them all die, there are hundreds of thousands of jobs, everyone If you don’t dare to do business, what about the economy?”

Xu Li smiled and said, "I will convey it."

"Probably this is the reason. If you enjoy the country's policy benefits, you must bear the corresponding social responsibilities. There are no conditions to talk about." Song Beiyun said with an emphasis: "How are the local gentry recently?"

In fact, apart from the secret service department of the Imperial City Division, Song Beiyun's biggest source of information is Xu Li. Xu Li's industries are spread all over the Song, Jin and Liao Dynasties, and they permeate all aspects of society like capillaries. He is the first to know where there is anything. , so the information from him is even purer and more specific than that from the Imperial City Secretary.

"It's still difficult to deal with, and policy suppression is easy to deal with, but the people's own ideas can't be helped." Xu Li shook his head and said, "I don't think this matter should be rushed. In the past few years, we should first stabilize the domestic and foreign countries. It's not what you said. Well, only when the economy and military are relatively stable can we consider other things.”

Song Beiyun leaned on Xu Li's expensive jade recliner, and the cold feeling made him drowsy: "You rich people live a stable life, and this jade bed costs a hundred thousand pieces, right?"

"Twenty or so, it's okay." Xu Li said with a smile: "It's a market valuation. I don't plan to sell it out. If this thing is circulated, it will be lying in some official's place if it is not kept in order. When the time comes, you will raid the house and move it. trouble."

Speaking of this, Song Beiyun remembered that a huge piece of jade was blasted out of the mine in Hetian years ago. A whole piece could weigh tens of thousands of catties. Qianjin was supposed to be sent to the palace as a tribute, but Zhao Xing refused because he had just abolished the tribute system in various places a few days ago, so it is not appropriate to accept gifts.

Seeing that the things were about to fall into his hands, Xu Li bought the things back with the money in the end, and he paid the wages of the workers who exploded the mines.

In the end, that thing became the jade bed that Song Beiyun lay on. It was warm in winter and cool in summer, so comfortable.

"If you like it, move out."

"If you like it, you have to move away? Then I still like the moon in the sky." Song Beiyun put his hands behind his head: "Please tell me how much property you have now."

Xu Li pondered for a while, and did a little calculation: "There is not much hot money, maybe less than 500 million guan, and it is all used to maintain the circulation of various industries. If you count assets... Let me tell you this, back then Li Tang's rebellion received about 300 million guan in money and silver supported by major families."

"Well, then what?"

"The total assets of the Xu family can probably support fifteen Li Tangs."

Song Beiyun almost staggered and rolled off the jade bed: "Sixty million??? Did you read the number right?"

Xu Li's expression was also a little helpless: "Do you think I think, I have worked hard to spend money, but no matter how I spend the money, the money will flow back to me in different ways, and there is even a slight surplus. So I said It will expand the original scale again, and it will be like this after the expansion..."

"It's troublesome." Song Beiyun sat up straight: "Your body is too big, you need to cut it."

"Tell me, how to cut it." Xu Li was also very helpless: "I am really anxious to death."

"Separate the family." Song Beiyun looked at Xu Li and said, "You divide the property into three to five shares, and each family pays taxes separately. All transactions between each other are recorded in the accounts, converted into taxes and paid, and if they are not enough, they can be used to offset taxes."

Xu Li's eyes lit up: "In this way, about [-]% of the property will be turned into taxes and paid up."

In fact, many people in their conversations did not understand why it cannot be collected directly by the state or donated by Xu Li. This seems to be the simplest and most trouble-free, so why bother.

But the reason for the actual problem is here. If it is directly confiscated or donated directly, the behemoth of the Xu family will not only directly impact the entire Asian financial market, disrupt the normal national transaction order, affect the enthusiasm of the market, but also lead to a lot of idleness. Hot money directly hits the currency market, and the money becomes worthless if there is too much money, which leads to skyrocketing prices. A catty of meat costs ten cents, and a catty of rice costs five cents. Who can stand this?Song Beiyun remembered the lessons of the Republic of China clearly.

The circulation procedure of entering the national treasury through taxation, on the one hand, does not affect the value-added of subsequent industries, and on the other hand, it can expand the scale of infrastructure construction.

As for why the Xu family can't be allowed to build it, it's the same as Song Beiyun's never laboring in the army. This is not something that a family can and dares to do. Even a chaebol group that can influence a country like Samsung in the future dare not do such a thing casually. Now Someone doing it would be tantamount to digging their own grave.

Business must do commercial things, and other things cannot be reached out. Once this door is opened, the country will eventually be controlled by capital. Capital is absolutely cold-blooded. In front of cold-blooded capital, the people are nothing but human nourishment. When the nourishment is insufficient, Capital will inevitably withdraw, leaving behind a messy mess.

"I haven't been here for a long time, so stay here tonight." Xu Li smiled and said, "My sister wants to see you."

"Farewell!"

Song Beiyun got up immediately: "Let's go."

"What are you doing? What's wrong with my sister? You don't want to see her so much?"

"Xu Li... Look at this. I, Song Beiyun. There is no woman who will not fall in love with me." Song Beiyun pointed to himself: "Brilliant, young and promising, handsome and handsome, peerless. Let your sister see you Me, isn't this pushing her into the pit of fire, if she is attracted to sex and fails to ask for it, how will you let her marry in the future?"

Xu Li wished he could roll his eyes to the sky: "You really know how to say that my sister admires you very much. I heard that you and I are friends who urinate and pester me to let her see you. Can you give me some face?"

Song Beiyun pointed at Xu Li: "Let me tell you, when the time comes, you can't blame me for your sister looking for life and death."

"Come on less, you should be more serious, my sister is full of longing for you, don't let her down."

"Row."

Eat as you please, but even Xu Li didn't expect that it was his sister who said she wanted to see Song Beiyun, but when it was time to eat, the younger sister of the Xu family summoned her friends and brought nearly twenty girls to watch Song Beiyun.

It felt like a fan meeting after eating a good meal. Surrounded by a lot of teenage girls, their chattering made Song Beiyun's head explode. Deal with these fans of his appearance.

But to be honest, no man can bear the feeling of being surrounded by a group of young and beautiful girls. Even Song Beiyun, who is new as steel, almost gets lost in the calls of "Brother Song".