Song Beiyun

After all, the city is still not bright enough. This bustling city, which is not worthy of the stars, must be lit up. What is light pollution?

"Forget it, it's not something I should worry about." Song Beiyun stretched his waist and said to himself: "Go to the Ministry of Industry tomorrow."

Song Beiyun woke up early the next day, and went to the Academy of Sciences first to go around. He originally wanted to see Zhang Qing, a mathematic genius who is as old as the present, but he heard from people in the academy that Zhang Qing went to Lianyungang to find his master... ...Song Beiyun suddenly felt that the world was impermanent.

Since he couldn't see this little apprentice, Song Beiyun turned to a house in the corner of Jinling City, but when he was at the door of the house, he was stunned for a moment, took a few steps back and took a closer look, and found that his memory was correct , this is here...but...

"Who are you looking for?"

At this moment, a seven or eight-year-old girl came out of the door. Although she was not dressed like a child from a rich family, she was holding a three-character scripture in her hand, but she looked like she was reading a book.

"Let me take a look at an elder here, this is..."

"Sir, sir, someone is looking for you."

The girl turned around and ran in with her calves. Not long after, a middle-aged woman in an ordinary cotton coat came out, followed by eight or nine children the same size as that child.

"Why are you here? Come in quickly."

Song Beiyun stepped into the small courtyard, looked up and looked around: "Your Majesty is so elegant, you are here as a teacher?"

The queen mother raised her hair and said with a light smile: "I have nothing to do when I'm free. It just so happens that almost the neighbors around me take good care of me on weekdays. I will help them take care of their children when they go out to work. Literacy, by the way, teach children to read and write."

Song Beiyun laughed: "It's a good thing."

"Sit down for a while, I'll bring some pastries."

"You're welcome." Song Beiyun waved his hand and said, "I just stopped by to see my mother. I am relieved to see that my mother is still well."

"Okay... everything is fine." The Empress Dowager smiled. Although she is almost fifty, she still retains some of her old roots, and she looks much healthier and more cheerful than when she was in the palace.

"Then the empress dowager is still short of food and clothing?"

"No shortage, no shortage, no shortage." The Queen Mother waved her hands again and again: "I will have a sum of money every month."

"That's fine." Song Beiyun returned to the door and cupped his hands: "The lady is busy, so I will take my leave first."

"Why don't you stay for lunch."

"Oh, I think so too, it's just that this trip is too rushed, and I have to enter the palace in the afternoon."

The Empress Dowager naturally knew Song Beiyun's current status and ability, and it was only serious to be busy, so she no longer tried to keep her: "If you are free, come and have fun."

"must."

Song Beiyun went out, and felt a little emotional under the tree at the door. I'm afraid no one would have imagined that this kind-looking aunt was a majestic Lafayette back then, and even the current emperor was held in the palm of her hand. pieces.

The vicissitudes of life, the world is impermanent.

After strolling around here, Song Beiyun came to the Hongwen Museum.This is the place he presided over the construction, but now it has become the largest library in the Song Dynasty and even in the whole world. At first, he thought that this place would be deserted and quiet, but only then did he realize that there is probably no other library in Jinling except for the vegetable market. It's a busy place here.

The men and women who came in and out of the door could not be said to be rubbing shoulders, but they were definitely in an endless stream. After entering, I found that there was not even a single vacant seat in the huge venue. Endorsements, excerpts, inquiries, inquiries, etc. Those who have a seat sit on the seat, and those who don't have a seat sit on the floor. Some people even hold a steamed bun in their hand and start studying hard with a glass of water.

However, although there are many people in this place, it is not noisy at all. Except for the slight sound of reading, the rest is the clacking sound of turning the pages of books.

"Would you like to read or borrow?"

"Oh, I'm here to take a look." Song Beiyun said to the administrator at the door, "Where are the science ones?"

"Oh, it's in column A of the C cabinet."

"Thank you."

Song Beiyun walked over, only to find that there were only a thin layer of science books at first, but now seven huge bookshelves have been filled, and the space reserved for them is far more than ten times more than poetry and songs , and under the bookshelf are all young people sitting there studying hard, some obscure technical terms, they can't understand them, so they can only write them down first.

Seeing that there was almost no place to step down here, Song Beiyun didn't feel embarrassed to go inside, but when he was about to turn around, he heard a voice from the ground: "Is this senior coming to borrow books? Sorry, I'm blocking you." Way to go."

senior?

Song Beiyun was taken aback for a moment, but then he was relieved.That's right, I have become a senior without knowing it. Although I have already built up my mind, it still feels a little uncomfortable to be called so suddenly.

"It's okay, I'm just here to take a look."

Looking at these [-]-year-old and [-]-year-old children, when I was in the most beautiful time in Jinling City, they were running all over the street with runny noses, but now they are such grown-ups.

Sure enough, this time waits for no one.

"Beiyun is here?"

The curator of the Hongwen Museum, the Chinese vernacular dictionary, the multilingual general dictionary, the juvenile science and education books, the editor-in-chief of the Dasong Encyclopedia, and the promoter of universal phonetics, trotted in from outside the door at this time. Song Beiyun turned his head and smiled and cupped his hands , but walked over without speaking.

"Long time no see, Brother Beipo."

"You, you." Beipo thumped his shoulder a few times, and said with a smile, "But it hurt me."

Chapter 855: Sunny May 1, Ten Years

"There were more than [-] editors before and after, but less than [-]% of it was completed."

Beipo's complaint sounds so great to Song Beiyun, because the number of words in just a few dictionaries is almost thirty times that of the school's personal masters. If it is just compiled, 3000 people will not take much time , but the problem is that it still needs textual research. Sometimes, for the allusion and source of a word, it may be necessary to go to a remote place for textual research and verification, and the phonetic dictionary is extremely complicated, especially in the south that has different pronunciations in ten miles. In many regions, many dialects do not even have a written expression, and all need to create characters before sorting them out.

Anyway, in order to implement the purpose of "arrangement is not deletion, integration is not obliteration", the fact is that there are too many troubles, and when promoting the same sound, the resistance encountered is even greater. Even if there are countries behind the fuel, but still There are a lot of people who don't agree with it, thinking that this thing is harming their children and grandchildren. In the end, they had to ask the local government to carry out semi-compulsory learning before reluctantly launching it.

"Thanks for your hard work." Song Beiyun said flatly, "But brother Beipo, I can see all your covetousness. You must be the one to leave your name in history."

Leaving a name in history is not a slogan. This matter is the ultimate pursuit of scholar-bureaucrats in this era. Moreover, leaving a name in history is not simply mentioned in history books, but will appear in the texts, test papers, and exams of future generations. And let these little brats scratch their heads with short answer questions, multiple choice questions, and fill in the blank questions.

This is called leaving a name in history, and this is the ultimate dream of a literati.

Beipo laughed heartily, took a big sip of water and looked up to the sky: "I don't know if this life can be completed."

"Then speed up." Song Beiyun roughly calculated: "There are 40 years left in this life, and 40 years should be fine."

"Well, I hope so."

Beipo smiled: "Oh, that's right. You didn't even come when I got married."

"Hey, don't you know how busy I am? I run around non-stop, from Chang'an to Lianyungang and from Lianyungang to Jinjing. I can't go home all year round."

"Then what is Beiyun going to do when he comes back this time?"

"Borrow the Hongwen Museum to preach the school."

"It's easy to say." Beipo took out a small notebook and flipped through it: "You set a date, and I'll ask others to move the time a little bit."

"Just for a day or two, and the rest you can figure out. Anyway, I can't embarrass you too much."

"No embarrassment, no embarrassment, it will be two days later, and someone will borrow it that day, but it can be evened out."

"Well, then thank you very much."

Beipo is now a scholar of writing at the Hanlin Academy. Although he has no real job, he receives a salary from the third grade. In addition, he majors in national classics. In Jinling City, he is vaguely like a leader in the literary world, and his words are very useful. .

And if you want to promote the lecture notes, start classes, etc. in the Hongwen Museum, you only need his nod to count. Don't look at him as a false official, but his influence is really very high.

So it's really not a big problem to arrange a lecture for Song Beiyun. Even if it's already booked, it's not a big problem for someone to move it.

The two chatted all morning. Beipo originally planned to stay with Song Beiyun for dinner, but in the end Song Beiyun could only rush to the palace again because of the palace call.

Immediately after entering the palace, guards led him to Zhao Xing. Zhao Xing was sitting on the side hall with a table of dishes in front of him, while Yan Shu was looking down at something.

"Why did Guisun come here?"

"I'm going to pick up a place to give a speech, and I'll let you eat first."

Song Beiyun sat down, took a booklet next to Yan Shu and flipped through a few pages: "Sentence changed? Isn't detention the same as reform through labor?"

"Do you mean it?" Yan Shu raised his head and smiled slightly, with a strange light in his eyes: "Look carefully."

Song Beiyun carefully looked at the detailed clauses below, and there was a supplementary explanation above that said that reform through labor theoretically sent criminals to the bitter cold places in the extreme north, while criminal detention meant forced labor on the spot.

"It's still you people who are bad." Song Beiyun muttered, "I went straight to cut down trees in Siberia."

Seeing these changed laws and regulations, Song Beiyun frowned: "Do you understand the concept of abolishing life tenure? Not even the emperor has life tenure."

"That's right." Zhao Xing picked up a piece of cabbage and put it in his mouth: "Just like you said, you will retire at the age of 60. If you have a son, pass it on to your son. If you don't have a son, you will naturally go through the abdication system."

"Isn't the world going to explode that day?" Song Beiyun patted the table: "What do you ask those old ministers and the Zong family to do?"

"Of course it's a surname change, but I think it doesn't matter if you don't change it, but I'm afraid that the clan will cause trouble, so take it slowly." Zhao Xing pondered for a moment and said: "I think the ideal range is that the emperor has been in power for at most 20 years, and the reign exceeds 20 years. The [-]-year-old emperor is particularly prone to being a fool."

After finishing speaking, he also added: "You can't be too old. If you are in the position at the age of 70 or 20, you will be fine if you work for ten years. If you work for [-] years, you may not be able to withstand it. Forties are the best. He is also considered young and vigorous, with a bright mind, and he can hold his breath and forge ahead."

"Okay, okay, what's the point of talking nonsense at this time?"

Song Beiyun picked up the chopsticks, then raised his head in astonishment: "It's all vegetables? Not even a piece of meat?"

Zhao Xing stuffed a piece of wax gourd into his mouth with a bitter face: "Don't talk nonsense, just eat."

Song Beiyun pursed his lips and glanced at Zhao Xing: "Okay, don't implicate me for the evil you did yourself."

At this time, Yan Shu slowly raised his head and handed a manuscript to Song Beiyun: "I read the manuscript of the lecture, and there is nothing to change. But since you are pushing vernacular now, you'd better write in vernacular."

Song Beiyun was in a daze for a moment. What kind of thing is it that the aborigines asked him to use vernacular for what was written by a traveler?

However, since it is going to be written in vernacular, it needs to be changed a lot. Song Beiyun took the manuscript and nodded: "The tasks for the first ten years are basically completed. Have you decided on the basic national policy for the second ten years?"

"Population, food and steel, these three indicators are the most important." Yan Shu tapped the table lightly: "In the next ten years, the population will quadruple, the grain production will increase tenfold, and the steel production will increase tenfold. Can it be done?"

"It shouldn't be a big problem." Song Beiyun rolled up his sleeves and added a sentence after the three indicators: "The number of schools has increased tenfold."

Yan Shu frowned and looked at it for a long time before saying, "Isn't ten times too much?"

"How much?" Song Beiyun chuckled, "Not many, but still too few. Lay the foundation when there are few people, and you won't need to spend a lot of effort to cover it in the future."

At this time, Zhao Xing thumped the table in dissatisfaction: "It's rare to get together once a year, don't just talk about business when you come up."

"Don't talk about business." Song Beiyun tapped the winter melon soup bowl in front of him with chopsticks: "Eat this?"

"Then what do you think, I can only eat this now."

"Forget it." Song Beiyun got up: "You eat first. Let's go, Yan Shu, the old place."

Yan Shu coughed, stood up and cupped his hands towards Zhao Xing, turned around and trotted out with Song Beiyun.

"Come back! You two bastards!"

Zhao Xing yelled in despair, but the two of them drifted away, Zhao Xing kept up with their footsteps while walking on crutches.

"Slow down! Slow down for me!"

"Aren't you only able to eat clear soup with little water? Go and eat."

"Go all out." Zhao Xing walked forward on crutches: "I haven't touched meat for more than two months, why don't I have a meal?"

The three of them came to the old place again, but there is no need to hide and hide in that place anymore, because the cattle and sheep on the grassland are now the pillar industry on the grassland, and a large amount of meat has entered the Song Dynasty. They are all legally edible, except for farm cattle, which are still punishable by criminal detention if they are slaughtered privately.

When they came to that old place, they could smell the fragrance of butter from a long distance away, and Zhao Xing was drooling while standing there.

"You look like that." Song Beiyun glanced at Zhao Xing: "The richest person in the world is a bit promising."

"Let you stay out of oil and water for two months, and you will be better than me. I will stand on my head and sing the Qin King's Breaking Battle Song for you."

Zhao Xing wiped his mouth and pulled Song Beiyun's clothes: "Let's go, let's eat."

A large pot of stewed beef with beef liver, tongue, and veal leaves was served. Just as Song Beiyun moved his chopsticks, Zhao Xing had already eaten half of the bowl. He looked like a starving ghost reincarnated. It's too bad.

"You really are not afraid of death."

"Okay, okay, it's almost done." Zhao Xing coughed: "You guys drink, I'll eat some rice."

Seeing Zhao Xing eating with broth mixed with rice, Song Beiyun felt sorry for him for no reason. It looks so bad, I'm afraid Da Song's faith is about to collapse.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm hungry..." Zhao Xing sighed, "I've never been wronged like this since I was a child."

Gluttonous, lustful and lazy, who knows how such an emperor can exist in the world, but the reality is so cruel before his eyes, such an emperor really exists.

"People have no addictions and should not be friends with, because they have no affection." Song Beiyun pointed at Zhao Xing with chopsticks: "But this person is too affectionate."

Yan Shu laughed until he slapped the table, while Zhao Xing groaned and said it was delicious.

"Boss, chop another plate of sauced duck and steam a piece of sausage." Song Beiyun yelled, then sat down and came back: "Now I really don't have time to discuss internal affairs with you."

"How to say?" Yan Shu raised his head: "Are you still busy dealing with your imaginary enemy?"

"It's not an imaginary enemy. It's basically confirmed. There is no news about the people I sent out. They may have died. Then we have to make twelve points."

"Don't fool me."

Zhao Xing raised his head: "You want to lie to me again, right? I've talked to Miao Yan, and your imaginary enemy is not as strong as you said."

"What if?"

At this time, Yan Shu asked after thinking, "Why can't we find out the information?"

"When the country is closed to the outside world, it is basically impossible to enter the core area of ​​the other party. It is too agreeable to be exposed." Song Beiyun shook his head and said: "You have to know that the races are different, and you can tell at a glance, whether it is smuggling or what, You'll be instantly recognizable."