Song Beiyun

There is no need for Song Beiyun to meddle in these matters, he has already done what he should and can do, and the rest is for Qiaoyun to reconcile.

"Suddenly there is nothing to do." Song Beiyun lay on the bamboo bed, crossed his legs and looked at the rain outside the eaves: "For the matter of the port, now we have to wait for the big ships to be launched to form a fleet, and then we will start a new round of development. "

"Sir, why do you need so many people for this development?" Biluo asked Song Beiyun in a low voice while softly listening to him, "I saw that they already have a large fleet of hundreds of people when they go to sea."

"The essence of green ocean development and blue ocean development is different. Blue ocean development can be roughly divided into two types. One is colonial plunder and the other is trade and business. But no matter which mode it goes to, it will build a port in a place. , to open up permanent routes. Especially in terms of global trade, the development of routes will bring China into an unprecedented period of prosperity, and this dividend will last for hundreds of years.”

Bi Luo blinked her eyes quickly: "Isn't sailing fun?"

"From the eyes of others, it should be interesting. Unknown islands, unknown creatures, all kinds of treasures and spices, etc. But people who really go to sea have to experience pain. The loneliness of several months or even half a year or a year is beyond sight. It’s a vast sea. There are never-ending turbulence and stormy waves that don’t know when they will appear. If you don’t make a sound, you will be buried in the sea forever.” Song Beiyun murmured: “But wealth and wealth are in danger, once you can successfully board In the new continent, high-yield food, chemical raw materials, minerals and gold are all in a steady stream."

Speaking of this, Song Beiyun sighed: "Actually, in other words, it is a kind of plunder in disguise. Even if I try my best to exchange it with civilization and enlightenment, the resources flow to China after all. But there is really no way, because This world is so unfair. Compared with a group of people who are far away in the sky and even do not even understand the language, I naturally want to let the Chinese people give priority to food and clothing. Only in this way can the damage caused by extreme weather and natural disasters in the future be minimized. At the very least, let this area get rich first, and let it drive other places to become rich together after a few hundred years."

Biluo hummed, and her thoughts drifted far away along Song Beiyun's words, somewhat dreaming of the future.

"Sir."

"Ok?"

"Biluo is a woman who was born in an ordinary family. She has seen the suffering in this world, but it seems that she has really improved a lot in these years." Biluo said with a smile: "Everything is probably due to the ability of my husband."

"Me? It's too far away." Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "I'm not a god, and I don't have the ability to dare to teach the sun and the moon to change into a new sky. I just inadvertently push this era at certain times, even without me, Sooner or later it will develop to that extent."

"But if there is no Xianggong, wouldn't I, Da Song, be the first to reach that level?"

"Who knows." Song Beiyun laughed: "Maybe it is or may not be, anyway, I am a player in the game, I don't know the future. Only after I die, future generations will evaluate my merits and demerits in the history books Find out if I'm the one who made history."

"Sir, does it have a long history?"

"It's very long and very short. It's been 4000 years in China, but if you count it, it's just 20 centenarians connected end to end. From Zhang Liang and Li Guang to the Taizu of the Zhao family, there are only [-] people. Zhao Xiangzhi My father was born a hundred years ago, and there are still people who have seen his true face in the world today, but the land of China a hundred years ago was still the name of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms in the history books. So history is very close and far away from us."

Biluo was silent for a moment: "Then, starting from the husband, and then going down to 20 people, what will happen?"

"Hahahahaha..." Song Beiyun hugged Biluo vigorously: "There are not many people in the world who can question me, and Biluo is one of them."

According to normal history, from Fan Zhongyan to Yang Zhenning, there are only a dozen people in between, and the world in the past 1000 years has already changed beyond recognition, and the world has changed so fast that it is dizzying.

Can Song Beiyun know what the future will be like after 20 people?Of course they don’t know, and no one in the world will know. Only people in that era can know whether the hopes and ideals of people in the previous era have been realized, and there are people in every era who are looking for light.

Inheritance and alternation are always going on at the same time, and the future can be expected after all.

"Sister Qiaoyun, go and get me some wine." Song Beiyun lay on Biluo's lap and said to Qiaoyun, "Today I want to get drunk."

Song Beiyun was drunk, but his drunkenness today was not the same as in the past, because after he was drunk today, he sang strange and creepy songs.The song says that there has never been a savior and does not depend on a fairy emperor, and it also says that the old world will be wiped out.

But when he was singing, he was full of energy and his eyes were red.

When Song Beiyun woke up the next day, he saw the red flag on his desk and fell into deep thought...

"Qiaoyun Qiaoyun, sister Qiaoyun!"

Song Beiyun hurriedly called Qiaoyun, pointed to the flag on the table and said, "What is this?"

Qiaoyun looked at him with a strange expression, and then told him about the fact that he was singing anti-songs and drawing red flags after he was drunk yesterday.

"This matter must not be heard by others. If it is spread, it is an intention to rebel." Qiaoyun's eyes are full of worry: "Song Beiyun's rebellion, it depends on many people's wishes."

Song Beiyun wiped his face after listening, then carefully folded the red flag drawn on the paper and put it in a drawer: "I will pay attention next time... Now is not the time after all."

"Sister-in-law, you have to be careful, your status is in crisis every step of the way." Biluo also walked in at this time and said, "It's fortunate that you never keep that boss at home."

Song Beiyun smiled and said, "I lost my composure yesterday."

"It's not as simple as losing your composure." Qiao Yun said with some reproach: "It's still scary."

This incident reminded Song Beiyun. He originally thought that in this era, his longing for the red cloth had faded a lot, but now he finally knew that some things were just suppressed in his heart. As it grows older, it will always grow there, and if you are not careful, it will pop up.

Song Beiyun, who had been sitting on the chair for a long time and couldn't calm down, finally picked up his pen and started to write something after thinking for a long time.

And just half a month later, a very thick letter fell into Zhao Xing's hands. After reading the letter, Zhao Xing also couldn't calm down for a long time.

Especially the sentence in the letter, "The prosperity of the country and political peace are inseparable. A single dictator must not be allowed to monopolize power, otherwise there will be a catastrophic historical choice problem. All future directions should be to avoid Let the Song Dynasty change from a birthplace of revolution into a terrorist empire covered with reform and progress, avoid extremes and distortions, and avoid the birth of totalitarianism and war fanatics."

In the letter, Song Beiyun also cited an actual case of a non-existent country, and the reforms launched by that non-existent country one after another inevitably resulted in catastrophic choices, which eventually led to two world wars. In these two wars, not only tens of millions of people suffered losses in life and property, but also caused a complete reshuffle of the world structure, and the originally top or second powers eventually became vassals of other countries.

It took Zhao Xing three days to study the letter, and three days later he urgently held a meeting of progressive youth, and brought up all Song Beiyun's worries and immediate issues at the meeting.

And these problems have just become obstacles in the way that they are about to implement now, because as long as these problems cannot be solved, Song Beiyun's worries will inevitably become reality in the future, and his arrogance, blindness and impulsiveness will destroy everything that Da Song has worked so hard to build foundation.

Zhao Xing didn't have any doubts about this, but he also began to think about a problem, that is, he might be able to follow such suggestions and opinions. The character itself is not too aggressive, but what about the future?

In the generation of children and grandchildren, if there is a madman, a person who takes up all of Song Beiyun's worries, what should Da Song do?

Zhao Xing leaned on the bench, folded his arms and thought for a long time, but he was helpless now, and the representatives present at the meeting were completely unable to answer the questions raised by Song Beiyun, and the scene became very awkward for a while.

"Then we can only shelve this issue for now." A young man got up slowly and heavily and said, "Maintain the status quo and make minor reforms. Build according to Mr. Song's blueprint."

"But now that we...have started, how can we stop it?"

Zhao Xing pondered for a moment: "How about this, how about we go to Haizhou? It's not far anyway."

Chapter 807: Sunny October 8, Eight Years

Today is fine, and the construction of the largest battleship in the Song Dynasty is coming to an end. The last thing is skinning and varnishing. Song Beiyun waited here for half a year, and finally waited for this feast.

For this battleship, he started arranging the launch ceremony early on that day, and the entire port was dyed colorful with colorful flags. Those flags fluttered against the sea breeze, which really made people feel happy when they saw it.

"Little fish, once this ship is launched into the sea, it will be the benchmark of Da Song."

Xiaoyu leaned on the railing and looked out, only to see that the entire harbor is now full of all kinds of ships, lined up from big to small.

"My lord, didn't you say that there are only dozens of ships, why are there so many in the port?"

Song Beiyun let out a cry, opened his fan and smiled, "Most of them are towed boats. For example, this big ship will be followed by more than [-] small boats. You must know that this kind of big ship can't approach many ports. , Small boats are used for landing and transfer. And those three to five thousand ton ships will also follow a certain amount of small boats behind them, and these small boats will be connected in series with the big ship."

"So that's the case. Isn't that a particularly large scale..."

"Big, very big. Wait until the day they leave the port, I'm sure you'll be moved to tears."

Although it is impossible to launch all ships at once, the scale of this fleet will definitely be unprecedented, and after this technical verification is completed, a battle fleet may be formed one after another in the future, like the large ships of the [-]-ton class passing through this After the technology accumulation of the first round, the first, second and third generations of battleships will gradually form in the same field, and when the third generation is launched, it will theoretically be an ironclad ship.

"Master Song!"

A local official rushed up to Song Beiyun as if his butt was on fire. Seeing his anxious look, Song Beiyun asked curiously, "What made you so anxious?"

"Official...official..."

The official was out of breath, and Song Beiyun was taken aback before he finished speaking: "Zhao Xing died?"

These words made the official's face turn green with fright, and he quickly waved his hands and said, "No, no...it's like this, Mr. Song..."

"Okay, let's talk after you catch your breath."

Hearing this, the man took a few deep breaths to calm his beating heart, and then he said: "There is a message from the official's house that he has taken people to Haizhou and will arrive in five days."

Song Beiyun was taken aback: "He wants to come here?"

"Eight hundred li urgently, just arrived."

"This grandson..." Song Beiyun muttered, and the fan slapped in the palm of his hand: "Go, write him a letter and tell him not to come."

The official's face was full of disbelief. Could it be that the whole world is the king's land? Wherever the emperor said he was going, he could go there. How could he not come?When the time comes, you, Song Beiyun, will be fine, and I will pay for it, so who will settle the debt?

"Master Song... this letter, the lower officials dare not reply."

Song Beiyun sighed, and flicked his sleeves: "Forget it, that person is famous for his willfulness, not to mention you, even the Heavenly King and I can't stop him. Since he wants to come, then come."

After the age of surprise, Song Beiyun quickly calmed down after a brief surprise.

Zhao Xing's coming was not an accident, because the emperor himself was a collection of accidents, and it would be an accident if he had no accident at all.

And he has already sent the message directly, which means that he is halfway through the journey now. After all these years, as long as Zhao Xing is so virtuous, Song Beiyun knows what fart he is going to let out when he lifts his ass.

Even if he wrote back now asking him not to come, he would turn a blind eye to those dissuasions, and then on a sunny afternoon in the future, he would pop up out of nowhere and give Song Beiyun a big surprise.

"My lord, the officials are coming here? Why?"

Xiaoyu's face was full of doubts. Although he had been with Zhao Xing for many years, he always felt that Zhao Xing was really difficult to figure out. Even Song Beiyun was much better at thinking about Zhao Xing.

"What's the matter? What else can he do, he hasn't run around for more than a year, his skin is itchy."

Song Beiyun snorted coldly, but didn't say anything more, he didn't want to argue too much with that dog emperor, so he just wanted to toss about it.

But at this moment, as Song Beiyun expected, Zhao Xing asked eight hundred miles to rush to deliver the news to Song Beiyun on the third day of his departure. The journey of six hundred miles would have arrived in four or five days, and the journey was more than half. It has already arrived in Haizhou, and it will arrive in Haizhou Port tomorrow.

In the final analysis, Zhao Xing was still worried about being scolded. After all, he was the emperor running around the world.

So with such a set of Mizong Fist, Song Beiyun was caught off guard.At that time, at most, it will make him sulk, and there is no need to curse.

What's more, I also brought him delicious food, and even chopped up a duck for him to eat. He can't be so ignorant and still want to curse.

Zhao Xing's car was swaying, and the breeze accompanied the cicadas singing along the way, so it was very pleasant. When he thought that someone would solve his problems immediately, and he could eat and die for a while, Zhao Xing felt that this summer It's not that difficult anymore, but the watermelon I ate at the inn just now has a slight garlic taste, it should be that the knife that cut the garlic cut the melon again.

The horse was running, and in a short while it entered a place a hundred miles away from Haizhou Port. Seeing that it was still early, he decided to go a little further. If the moonlight was good tonight, he was even willing to travel in the starry night.

When night came, as expected, the night was fine tonight.Zhao Xing didn't want to stop any longer, and he didn't want to wait until tomorrow morning for the last 30-mile journey.

"Anyway, the road is flat, so find a few people ahead to open the way and get there quickly under the moonlight."

"Official family..." Nan Feng showed distress: "Your sudden visit so quietly, how will Haizhou Port accommodate you...Guan family, please listen to my advice."

"What are you listening to? Who do you think Song Beiyun is? Let me tell you, believe it or not, Song Beiyun has prepared food and drinks for me now."

Seeing that Zhao Xing was so confident, Nan Feng didn't believe it, because the [-]-mile rush arrived in the morning, and Zhao Xing arrived in the evening. No matter how clever Song Beiyun was, he couldn't have imagined that the emperor of a country would do such a thing.

But in the end, his arms couldn't hold back his thighs, so Nanfeng had to send people to open the way ahead.

After turning a few turns, I could already smell the salty smell of the August sea in my nose, and a circle of light appeared in the darkness in the distance, which looked like a night pearl on the sea from a distance.

As the carriage continued to move forward, the aperture became larger and larger, and gradually the whole picture of the port was displayed in front of Zhao Xing.

"Nanfeng Nanfeng, look! That's Haizhou Port, right?"

Zhao Xing was very excited, because he had never seen such a bright place at night, and Nan Feng, who was called by him, was also shocked. The brightness of this place...was unimaginable. It takes oil to make the light so bright.

When the carriage arrived outside the port, they truly appreciated the magnificence of the port.

Zhao Xing could have driven straight in, but he chose to get off the car at the entrance of the port city. He looked up at the blinding lights hanging on the side of the road. He felt like a moth to a flame. I can't help but want to touch it.

But he is the emperor. If the emperor wants to maintain his due majesty, how can he do such a stupid thing as reaching out to touch the lamp?

However, the progressive youths he brought were not as well-mannered as he was. After they marveled for a while, some people couldn't help but climbed up to the pole to touch the lamp.

Sure enough, they were all screaming like moths, but everyone was very happy, because what they saw novelty surpassed what they had seen and heard in this lifetime.

Zhao Xing and his party moved around like a group of country bumpkins entering the city, and saw that there were still people working on the surrounding construction sites, and they were all shrouded in such light.

"This is good, this is good." Zhao Xing turned his head to look at Nan Feng who was blowing on his fingers: "What? You got burned?"

Nan Feng couldn't help laughing, he knew that he was not stable, but who could bear it, how many men in the world could refuse such a bright light.

They continued to walk forward, a group of people were still full of curiosity, but Zhao Xing stopped because Song Beiyun in casual clothes was in front of him.

Song Beiyun stood under the lamp, followed by officials of all sizes from Haizhou Port and factory directors at all levels. He should have been beaming to welcome the emperor, but Song Beiyun's face was rather ugly.

"Come, come, bring me the duck."

Not long after, a food box was picked up by Zhao Xing, and he walked up to Song Beiyun in a desperate manner, "Look, I'll bring you ducks to eat."

Song Beiyun was angry and funny, looked at Zhao Xing's face, and shook his head helplessly: "Your Excellency, I welcome you."

"Stop talking nonsense, take the duck. Jinling's duck, good!"

While talking, he gave Song Beiyun his eyes, for fear that he would start swearing here, and he looked somewhat pitiful.

Forget it... just treat it as what you owe him in this life.

Song Beiyun let out a long sigh, took the duck and said, "The official's family is exhausted from the journey. I have prepared the food and drink. Please move the official's family."

After listening to Song Beiyun's words, Zhao Xing looked back triumphantly at Nanfeng, and whispered, "Did you see it?"

Nan Feng was shocked. He really didn't expect that Song Beiyun had prepared the food. He thought that Zhao Xing's willful behavior would cause trouble for Song Beiyun, but now it seems that they have prepared everything properly.

The emperor definitely couldn't eat in the cafeteria, so Song Beiyun had to clean up the auditorium for him, and prepared a few tables of meals to entertain this group of guys.

"I'm happy today, everyone, let's raise a glass together."

People around got up to toast with Zhao Xing, and then drank the wine in one gulp.

"Yes, it really gives me a face." After Zhao Xing sat down, he patted Song Beiyun's shoulder: "I didn't love you for nothing."

Song Beiyun rolled his eyes, and Zhao Xing quickly waved his hands: "Okay, okay, happy today, don't say anything else."

Chapter 808: Sunny October 8, Eight Years