Song Beiyun

"Sheep girl!"

Seeing this rough man from afar, Song Beiyun yelled, then turned his head while grabbing Yang Niuer, who was holding her hand, and immediately threw away the person in her hand happily, and ran to him happily.

"Brother, why are you here? You didn't tell me." Yang Niu'er wiped the sweat from her brow: "I'm too busy these days, otherwise I would have gone to see you early."

Song Beiyun waved his hand: "It's okay, I just came to see you, how about it? Are you still used to it?"

"That's right." Yang Niu'er raised her neck: "I just listen to my brother, and if I see someone who uses power for personal gain and oppresses goodness, just hit him with a smile."

"Okay, let's do it like this." Song Beiyun smiled and said, "But let me know that you are using power for personal gain, so don't blame me for being rude."

"How can it be?" Yang Niu'er showed a disgusted expression on her face: "How can I let my brother down."

"It's disgusting." Song Beiyun smiled and shook his head, then patted his buttocks: "Go to work."

"okay."

Leaving this area, Song Beiyun came to a construction site. There were a few half-grown children ramming bricks with mud and sand. The brick kiln next to it was burning fiercely. Even from a long distance, you could feel the scorching temperature inside. .

"You guys are paid, right?" Song Beiyun asked these boys, "How much does it cost a day for working like you?"

Look at me, I look at you, those dirty half-children, none of them knew Song Beiyun, they looked at him vigilantly, and then suddenly one of them blew a whistle, and immediately the team leader went crazy Bump rushed over.

The group leader came over to take a look and found that it was Song Beiyun. He immediately changed into a smiling face, nodded and bowed and said, "Officer Song, why are you here today? Come here, it's hot here, go to the cool place over there."

"No rush." ​​Song Beiyun raised his finger and pointed at the boys in front of him: "How much can they earn a day?"

"Official Song is asking you something, tell me quickly!" The team leader yelled fiercely: "If you neglect Official Song, don't blame me for being rude."

The boys looked at each other, and one of the leaders whispered, "One hundred big boys a day, one tael of lard."

"Well, it's okay." Song Beiyun nodded: "The wages have been announced to you. If you pay less or don't pay, you can go to the picket and tell you that I will give you justice."

Song Beiyun gave the salary standard before, one of the most common kiln workers, the kind that burns bricks.One or two oils can cost one hundred dollars a day.The skilled labor union raised the standards accordingly, and the high-level skilled workers were even more ridiculously high. A good blacksmith could earn about [-] yuan for a farm tool.

As for the female workers, they are also paid. A top seamstress can earn two or three hundred dollars a day on a piece-by-piece basis.Now the disaster victims have already produced income one after another, and the first batch of 10,000+ disaster victims have even begun to break even.

Taking out a small notebook and making a note, Song Beiyun continued to walk forward, and after walking for about an hour, when he came to the groups farthest from Luzhou Mansion, he suddenly heard shouting and cursing, and he followed the sound. When I came to the residential area, I saw a well-dressed man beating and scolding a thin man, and beside the man was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl crying.

The team leader next to him was trying to persuade him, but he couldn't persuade him. Song Beiyun stepped forward and asked a crowd of victims: "Old man, what is this?"

The old man sighed: "Oh, life is hard..."

Chapter 100: On May 5, the granules in the sunny bag are worth a thousand gold

The four imperial doctors were sitting in the living room of the governor's mansion with sweat on their heads. The imperial doctors who were supposed to learn from Song Beiyun on plague prevention and control were sent here by King Fu to see his son's disease.

"Four gentlemen, it's really negligent to be negligent." The governor walked in quickly from outside: "There are refugees everywhere these days, and the old man really has no skills."

Although King Fu and the princess are picking the leaders of this refugee, as the governor of a state, even if he has no real power, he has to do a lot. down.

"Lord Inspector, you are so polite. I really admire the dedication of Lord Inspector. How dare you say it's a long wait. What should be done is what should be done."

Another imperial doctor coughed: "The old man heard that Mr. Ling is unwell, how about Lord Inspector leading me to take a look?"

"That couldn't be better." The governor was also happy, and hurriedly bowed and saluted: "Gentlemen, please move."

Although my son's illness has obviously improved in the past few days, why not have a follow-up consultation with a highly respected imperial doctor? You can't treat people casually.

The four imperial doctors followed the governor to the back house and entered Beipo's room. At a glance, he saw his son sitting on the bed reading, and he seemed to be in much better spirits.

"Son, come to see some imperial doctors."

Beipo hurriedly got off the bed and bowed to several old doctors. He was not like a patient at all, but he could still hear obvious phlegm when he spoke, and he still had a little panting when he breathed.

"Don't be too polite."

The leading imperial doctor went straight up and began to signal Beipo's pulse. After waiting for a circle, his brows slowly wrinkled, and then he called his companions to conduct a consultation on Beipo.

The result of the consultation is very interesting, that is, Beipo has almost recovered, but judging from the pulse condition, he has indeed suffered from a serious illness that cannot be cured, but such a serious illness is actually cured like this?

"Lord Inspector, your son's body is not worry-free, but the old man is a bit strange, which doctor gave him the disease?" The leading imperial medical officer said solemnly: "This kind of disease is like a wolf and a tiger. If you take one step That's wrong, that's why Da Luo Jinxian couldn't save him."

Hearing this, Beipo's face immediately turned pale, and he said with some fear, "It's my brother Beiyun..."

"Brother?" The old imperial doctor looked Beipo up and down: "Then I implore the young master to describe the process of diagnosis and treatment by that genius doctor."

Beipo didn't hide anything, so he told her about the process of seeing a doctor when he was so ill that day, from taking off his clothes to dissipate heat, taking medicine, sweating and reducing fever, etc. Judging from the expression of the imperial doctor, Song Beiyun must have done something extraordinary.

"Sweating from the tingling pain and rubbing your body with ice water are good solutions, but they only treat the symptoms, not the root cause. Do you remember what medicine the genius doctor gave you?"

"The junior doesn't know..."

After a round of consultations, several imperial doctors confirmed that Song Beiyun had a wonderful medicine to treat the acute typhoid fever. This thing is worth a lot of money. If you can exchange a pill for the life of a royal person, it is no longer just a matter of money. can be measured.

So they decided to make a special trip to find this person who held a thousand gold prescriptions after visiting the doctor who prevented the plague.

At this moment, Qianjin Yaofang was standing there watching the fight, but after he understood the cause and effect, he didn't bother to care about the two people who were beating and crying, let alone the crying girl, and turned around to leave.

But before he took two steps, someone grabbed his sleeves. He looked back and found that it was the two princes who were making private visits in modest clothes, and Prince Fu was looking at him with a smile on his face.

"You two princes, why are you here?"

Fu Wang didn't answer this stupid question, but just asked with a smile: "Why do you want to leave after seeing the excitement? Why don't you come forward to rescue? Maybe you can get a good marriage."

Song Beiyun looked at the King of Fortune up and down. He didn't see that this guy was so coquettish before, but he was the number one virtuous king in the Song Dynasty, so he couldn't just complain about it, so he had to bite the bullet and explain: "Your Majesty was joking, this matter But it’s not my turn to take care of it, and there will be officials to take care of it later.”

"Oh? You don't feel bad for that crying girl?"

"Why do I feel sorry for that thing..." Song Beiyun muttered, and said dumbfoundedly: "I'm afraid the prince has just arrived, and I don't know the cause and effect. Just now, the old man over there told me that this family sold their daughter to the neighbors when they were fleeing famine. The farmer's wife is a wife, and the contract is in black and white. Later, the man saw that the life here can still pass, so he wanted to redeem his daughter. Before he gathered a few people to go to the farmer's house to ask for his daughter. Leaving the daughter, the old father of the farmer's family refused to obey, so he beat the father of the farmer's house with his own hands, now that they have found him, how do we deal with this matter?"

"Oh?" Fu Wang glanced at it with interest, and happened to see the officials swearing and walking away from the crowd. He smiled and continued to ask: "If I were your age, I wouldn't distinguish between indiscriminate and indiscriminate. Help the weak."

"Hey..." Song Beiyun rolled his eyes: "If everyone comes here to pick up the strong and help the weak, where is the justice in this world? Look carefully, my lord, the man always protects the girl behind him during the fight, and The girl just cried when she saw her father being beaten, but she didn't have the slightest intention of helping. This is clearly because Lang has a love concubine, but this poor old father is sitting on the ground and raising the price. Look at the beating man again. The clothes are bright, but there are patches on the shoes. I think I must have dressed up and came here to ask for an explanation, and I don’t want my mother-in-law to be looked down upon. People who can consider this step for a mother-in-law, I’m afraid they won’t be bad. Where are we going? We can’t see people being strong and think they are wrong. As for fighting, there is no right or wrong in this matter. If everyone can understand everything, wouldn’t the world become a pure land of bliss?”

Fu Wang clapped his hands and laughed, and the Thai king next to him couldn't help laughing, and pointed at Song Beiyun: "You don't look like a boy."

King Fu didn't speak, but just quietly watched the development of the matter, he wanted to verify whether it was what Song Beiyun said.After looking at it for a while, under the intervention of the officials, something happened after such a confrontation between the two sides. The contract was in black and white, and no one could deny it.

With this thing, it doesn't matter if the parents here are short on me, everything is subject to the contract.Of course, the Song Dynasty forbids the sale and purchase of human beings, but this contract is an agreement to marry a wife, issued by the government!It was clearly written on it that Wulang of Zhou's family paid five Guans of money to marry Sanniang of the Chen family, and the parents of both parties signed and drew a deposit as a proof.

"Look." Song Beiyun spread his hands and said to King Fu: "My lord, sometimes what the eyes see and the ears hear may not be true. The Song Dynasty has its own laws, and the laws don't say that weak people with hemiplegia are required. Ah, let’s talk about it again, how many people were rich and noble in ancient times who committed evil? Never have the poor and the humble made treachery.”

"Hey... this kid." King Tai looked Song Beiyun up and down: "Interesting, interesting, very interesting."

"Let me tell you." Fu Wang said to his brother with a smile, "This son has some aura."

Song Beiyun couldn't bear people to praise him the most. If he scolded him, he wouldn't get angry, but if he praised him, he would blush.So he quickly waved his hands: "I can't... I can't, I will kill you."

Fu Wang hissed and kicked his ass: "Why did the tail go up to the sky?"

After being kicked by him, what can Song Beiyun say?He can't let out both farts, not only can't let it out, but he can only keep smiling.

"Okay, it's getting late, so I'll be back today."

King Fu walked back slowly with King Tai with his hands behind his back, while Song Beiyun followed obediently behind him. King Fu looked back at him and frowned: "Come forward."

"Oh……"

Walking to Fu Wang's side, Song Beiyun still remained silent, but Fu Wang asked, "You got the honor this year, and next year's spring exam, you don't want to take the exam."

"Huh?" Song Beiyun was stunned for a moment: "Why?"

"Give you an Enke, and become an official."

As soon as these words came out, Song Beiyun was stunned, why did he become an official?Are you still an official like this?

"Chitose..."

"From Qipin." Fu Wang still had the same serious expression: "Alternate county magistrate."

Come on, Song Beiyun finally understands that Fu Wang's talent reserve plan has officially started, and he is probably the first person to be reserved.

However, this is really because studying hard in the cold window is not as good as someone above. Those who want to come to those who have studied for decades and finally gained fame, want an official position with real power?Go dreaming, go home and wait, or spend some money to buy an official.Anyway, the general candidate starts from three years. During these three years, he can't do business and can't run around. He just sits there and waits.

And Song Beiyun's typical example is that there are people above him. The fucking exam hasn't been taken yet, and he has already come down from the seventh rank. Although he is also an alternate county magistrate, he is an alternate county magistrate, but he is the county magistrate waiting for him , the gap between positive and negative can be said to be a world of difference.

"My lord, aren't you afraid to let Yushitai participate? This fraud is too much." Song Beiyun's first reaction was not to be grateful to Dade, but to ask a series of questions: "My lord, think twice."

"You still use your hairless little guy to remind me?" King Fu chuckled, "I have my own arrangements."

"But if the state fails to try..."

"Oh, the state test, Song Beiyun, the leader of the Luzhou state test case." Fu Wang said without any shame: "I let you pass, and you can pass naturally. Don't mention the public order and conscience to me, you are not such a pedantic person." Man, this matter has been decided. If you insist on taking the imperial examination, then it is not impossible. The number one scholar Song Beiyun, this title is also good, but this king does not want you to be the number one scholar, a fellow Jinshi is enough. This king wants It is the person who does the work."

Boss... Excuse me, Boss.

Chapter 101: May 5 is sunny and ruthless may not be a real hero

Back home the night before, Song Beiyun sat alone at the desk to organize his thoughts, and somehow he was escorted.

Right... This is the kind of recommendation, right, the kind of recommendation that is suddenly called to talk by the school leader before preparing for the college entrance examination, and the last sentence is "you are recommended", right?

This feeling of being recommended is somehow inexplicable.If you want to ask if you are happy, you must be happy, but as for how happy you are, Song Beiyun is not a child of sixteen, seventeen or eighteen years old in the conventional sense. His body is a strong young man and his core is a weather-beaten wretched bitch. uncle color.

Sometimes this kind of sudden thing is not simply good luck, let alone outstanding performance, but someone thinks that he can provoke a certain aspect of the burden, so this kind of arrangement appears.

A heavy burden... This is what Song Beiyun has been trying to avoid all along. Whether it is doing business secretly or making ideas without seeking fame or profit, he often comes with the kind of responsibility that comes with fame and fortune. .

Spider-Man's dead uncle once said—with great power comes great responsibility. This is an extremely personal heroic statement, but in fact, even in collectivism, if the individual ability is relatively outstanding, it also needs to bear more burdens. responsibilities and obligations.

But for a lazy dog, it's cruel, really...

Miao Yan had complained to him before, saying that Song Beiyun's current behavior was too sloppy as a time traveler. To put it in a good way, it would be "you are a steady old bastard", but the meaning in this statement is actually very obvious , it is obviously "can you, lazy dog, look a little like a time traveler".

Although Song Beiyun returned the same words to Miao Yan, but he really didn't expect Miao Yan to be a lazy dog, and Song Beiyun thought that he would never be able to do that.

'My, this life is already worth it, so beautiful and so rich, although it is a chicken, but it is enough, before you show up, I have at least a way out to get married, now that you show up, you You know how to get three bags at the door, right?No matter how you think about it, you won't lose money, so you should work hard, young man, and I will rely on you in the future. '

As the saying goes...

Although Song Beiyun scolded her on the spot, she didn't care at all, and she did it herself!After saying a few words, she got it, she lay down on the blanket on the bed again, and asked Song Beiyun to close the door.

Such a time traveler, really... Even a novel can't be written, Song Beiyun was worried that this guy might threaten him at first, but now it seems... the existence of the wonderful words can't even threaten a dog ah.

'By the way, remember to come over to eat hot pot tomorrow and bring wine'

When Song Beiyun was leaving, Miaoyan said so.

No, at noon today, taking advantage of Qiaoqiao, they all went out to work for the princess, and Song Beiyun wandered to Miaoyan's other garden in Luzhou with seasonings and wine.

In the past, Miaoyan was sitting in the yard watching two praying mantises fight, holding a swatter in his hand, snapping the flies, and then dragging the flies to the side of the ant nest, watching the ants carry the flies with relish.

"Yeah, are you here?"

Seeing Song Beiyun, Miaoyan yelled and called the maid: "Go, prepare all the dishes. After you are ready, go out and have a meal in the restaurant."

"You are quite considerate of servants." Song Beiyun sat next to her: "I was escorted."

"What? Peking University?" Miao Yan sat cross-legged on a chair and swayed from side to side: "Just don't need to pass the college entrance examination."

"No, I still have to go to the exam, but I was appointed by default." Song Beiyun sighed: "After the state exam, go directly to become an official."

"This is against the rules, it's simply lawless."

"Isn't Wang's law the law of his Zhao family?" Song Beiyun picked up Miaoyan's teacup and took a sip indifferently: "I don't know what they think about letting me become a seventh-rank official."

Miaoyan pursed her lips and became silent. Taking advantage of this silence, a specially made copper hot pot was taken out by the maid, and then the cut beef and mutton were placed around, and there were all kinds of delicious-looking dishes. mushrooms.

"If you eat beef, you're not afraid of breaking the law." Song Beiyun picked up a piece of beef: "It's fine, it's still fresh veal."

"Hi." Miao Yan leaned back on the chair: "I ate it when I ate it. There are some sold in the black market. Why don't I buy it? Just twenty catties of beef cost me thirty guan, what an ordinary family spends in a year. What about wages?"

Song Beiyun smiled: "It's nice to be rich."

"You are richer than me, baby." Miao Yan stepped on Song Beiyun's back with her delicate feet: "Stop talking nonsense, adjust the hot pot ingredients quickly, I'm so hungry."

Meeting such a delicious and lazy food, Song Beiyun was also very helpless, so he had to take out the spicy extract that he used as medicine, mix it with butter and put it in the pot, and soon a spicy smell came out, wonderful words Sucking saliva on the side.

"I think this is because the Zhao family wants to start a counterattack, against the relatives and the Wenchen Group, but the Zhao family, you know, are very suspicious. They don't want to trust the children of the family, and they have even been thinking about how to kill the children of the family. "While speaking, Miao Yan swept the duck intestines and beef into the hot pot: "Then you, an innocent young man who has no foundation and is smart, becomes their target, and they will cultivate a group of people like you like a gu. , and then gradually formed a scale to fight against the relatives of civil servants."

"Oh?" Song Beiyun raised his head: "How do you say?"

"Why aren't you allowed to take the exam? Have you ever thought about it?" Miao Yan scooped up the duck intestines and put them in his own bowl, took a bite: "Huh...spicy, so satisfying!"

"I haven't given it much thought."

"Probably there are two purposes." The witty words flew like chopsticks, and even disregarded the image to untie the small shirt on the outside, leaving only a peach pink bellyband: "First, I don't want you to have sex with the Wenchen Group. Contact, don’t give them the opportunity to form cliques, just throw you to a place where you don’t want to shit as an official for two years, and then slowly get you back. The second is actually simpler, that is, hand Let’s have a handle here, one day you will become bigger and stronger, and if you are disobedient, just your story of going through the back door will be scolded to death by scholars all over the world, and even the emperor will be pressured by public opinion to get you down.”

"King Fu..."

"Wang's law is his Zhao family's law." Miao Yan picked up a round fan and fanned it: "Where's the beer?"

Song Beiyun sighed, and worriedly picked up a new mud-sealed jar from the side, pulled the top seal hard and it fell off, and the smell of beer gushing out.