Song Beiyun

The sun is still as usual, and the persimmon trees in the courtyard are still bare in winter. In the chat, we talked about people from the past, the Daxiangguo Temple, and the Empress Dowager, but that was already 20 years ago. .

Yan Shu hadn't published any new poems for a long time, and Song Beiyun hadn't created more inventions to shock the surroundings. Everyone seemed to have calmed down, and they were chasing after time.

Seeing those eighteen or nineteen-year-old beautiful ladies on the road, the two of them would smile knowingly, but they no longer had the intention to talk to each other.

Time seems to have changed something and nothing has changed, but the person who took it away can never come back.

Sitting in the small courtyard, both of them looked at the remaining beef in front of them and sighed silently.One must know that back then, this portion was not enough to fit their teeth, but now they can only sigh with hope.

"I went to see the queen mother a few days ago."

Song Beiyun poured himself a cup of sweet-scented osmanthus wine. His stomach was cold recently and his cervical spine felt a little uncomfortable, so he didn't want that strong wine to accompany his meal. This light, light and sweet girl's wine has become a must-have for drinking now. .

"Queen...how is she?"

"Almost sixty, old." Song Beiyun said with a light smile, "With silver hair, his eyes are full of kindness when he smiles. Now in that alley, helping the neighbors take care of their children, teaching them to read and write, is quite fulfilling."

"Fortunately, you still go to see her. The last time I saw her was 15 years ago."

Song Beiyun looked Yan Shu up and down, but also laughed: "You are old too."

"Who do you think highly of? It's no wonder you're not old." Yan Shu pointed to Song Beiyun and said, "You don't even look in the mirror, your temples are completely white."

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be, 40 years old is not too old, it's just that these years have been too tiring.Every day, there is no interruption of big and small things. After working hard, there are not a few days of happiness.

"By the way, do you still remember the one who beat drums and scolded Song in Hangzhou City?"

When Song Beiyun was asked this question, he was stunned: "I vaguely remember, what's wrong?"

"He will be promoted to Minister of the Ministry of Punishments after the Chinese New Year. However, there is no such thing as the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment. After the Chinese New Year, the Ministry of Punishment will be dismantled."

"Haha, it's interesting. Back then he scolded me so badly."

"After all, the courtiers and thieves can be punished by everyone." Yan Shu also said jokingly: "But it's also interesting to say, he is now a well-known official of the Song family in the court and a loyal fan of your Song Beiyun, who wants to say The last half of your sentence is not good, but he is impatient."

Song Beiyun curled his lips, but he didn't care too much, and passed the topic with a few perfunctory sentences.

Afterwards, Yan Shu also chatted with him about some other topics, such as the surreptitious murder of people in Jiangxi, and the emergence of many liars in Guangdong and Guangxi.

Sometimes, the only thing that can fight bad habits is education. Those who have not received education or resist education will always come up with some moths of one kind or another.

Song Beiyun was very helpless, but he couldn't take care of all aspects. Although he had made great progress in all aspects in the past 20 years, there was still a big gap with his ideal world.

However, there are things that make him very happy. For example, after 20 years of development, the overall illiteracy rate has dropped from [-]% to [-]%. If nothing unexpected happens, free education will start this year.

Systematic free education, that is, compulsory education and the Hope Project, these two points are very important to Song Beiyun, and education cannot be delayed for a moment.

Because the war is too far away, he is actually too lazy to intervene too much, but education is really a big lump in his heart.

There is also population. Population is an issue that has been discussed more in the past few years. Because there has been no war for 20 years, coupled with sufficient food, the progress of urbanization has also accelerated, and the population is showing a rapid increase.The rate of increase far exceeded Song Beiyun's previous expectations, and the net increase in population even exceeded 300 million last year.

Although the population pressure is gradually increasing, some large cities have encountered very serious survival problems, which is the problem that any region will encounter when it develops to a certain extent.

For example, it is difficult to get a job. There may even be more than a dozen people competing for the same job. Coupled with the general increase in the labor force participation rate of women, the competition is becoming more and more fierce. Needless to say, the capital and world-class metropolises like Chang’an are Hangzhou. Wealthy places like China, Guangzhou, and Suzhou are all facing such problems.

Due to the frantic influx of people, the city is about to enter a saturated state, especially for young people who are migrant workers, and the pressure is enormous.Even in places like Jinling, young people dare not get married and have children.

This issue is also the issue to be discussed next. The best way now is to expand more new cities to accommodate the surplus labor force.

Although preparations had been made before, no one expected that this wave of entering the city would be so turbulent, even a little too fast.

The next expansion will probably be concentrated in the Yangtze River Delta region with Jinling as the core, then the Pearl River Delta region with Guangzhou as the core, the Northwest region with Chang’an as the core, and the Northeast region with Shangjing as the core.

These four regions, if there are no major problems, will gradually form four national-level urban agglomerations in the next 20 years.

That is to say, in the future, every region here will have a complete and complete agricultural, industrial, cultural and trade system, and their volume will be equivalent to a medium-to-large country.

After the report meeting, Song Beiyun had a 20-day holiday, which was the only day he could take off every year.

Yan Shu had to go back to his hometown to worship his ancestors, while Song Beiyun went back to Luzhou to see Xiaolianzhuang.

He just went back to check and didn't identify himself.But what he saw surprised him. Xiaolian Village is really completely different now, just because it is the former residence of Song Beiyun. If this place doesn't explain clearly, even he, a local, doesn't know him at all.

Zhuangzi, which was originally small, can be described as magnificent now, and the plaque presented by the local government alone is enough to enter and exit seven times. At the entrance of Zhuangzi is a statue of Song Beiyun, dressed like a dog and pointing the country.

This……

At that moment, Song Beiyun really knew what kind of mood Zhu Yuanzhang felt after he became the emperor to face the fathers and villagers who came to join him in his hometown back then.

There are really no words to describe this group of people.

What's even more exaggerated is that they also erected a monument, which mainly described the information of the two pillar kingdoms in Xiaolianzhuang.

And now Aunt Hong's old house has been decorated to look like a small palace, and they are not allowed to enter, just placed like this.The house where Song Beiyun used to live next to him had been demolished a long time ago, and a huge three-entry suite was actually built on the spot.

When asked, the locals lived here one by one, Song Beiyun, for fear that people would know that Mr. Song lived in a dilapidated house.

And those little bastards who grew up with Song Beiyun are now considered to be able to ascend to heaven alone, and they are all in their 30s now, and they have obviously become firm believers in defending Song Beiyun's reputation.

Seeing this, Song Beiyun himself didn't go inside any more, because it was all fake. He hadn't come back here for more than ten years, and he didn't have any nostalgia for it anymore.

However, when he was in Hefei City, he recovered some memories about that year. He stood for a while in front of the Wangfu, which had already been converted into a school. The layout here has not changed much, but the people in and out have become students with schoolbags.

And the restaurant where he and Jin Ling'er met for the first time is still open. I don't know if the owner is the original one, but the former new restaurant has also become a local time-honored brand.

The most conspicuous place in this store is the poem that Song Beiyun once wrote here. There is only the upper part but not the lower part. Countless people tried to continue it here, but they all failed.

This place seems to have become a check-in point for local Internet celebrities. Countless people came here just to get a taste of Song Beiyun's 20-year-old scandal, and then contribute their own strength to the local tourism industry.

What really throbbed in his heart was actually the inconspicuous creek. Originally, people and animals prospered here because of the brothels, but now there are no boats, no brothels, only Yangliu Yiyi on the bank and the surrounding Life is noisy.

The original prosperity faded away, leaving only firewood, rice, oil and salt, and few tourists.But this place has a special meaning to Song Beiyun, because he lived here when he was in that world, and the small river in front of him is his hometown that he can't go back to. The sound of him eating is the deepest memory in his heart.

Even if he didn't do anything or say anything, just standing here was enough for him to fully awaken his past memories.

It turns out that there are memories that he will never forget no matter how many years, but now that he has passed the age of knowing his destiny, looking back at the past, he feels even more melancholy.

And at this moment, he probably understands why a river with a big river and wide waves can make people from all over the world feel the same sense of touch, because everyone seems to have a river in their hometown in their childhood memories, maybe it’s not big. Even small, but it represents the deepest memory of my hometown.

"Master Song, it's getting late. It's time to go back."

"No hurry." Song Beiyun stood by the small river and suddenly turned around and asked his followers, "What do you think about building a textile factory here? Then put the living quarters at the front."

The entourage froze for a moment. It was actually hard for him to understand, because at Song Beiyun's level, he would only talk about what the city should focus on developing instead of building something in a certain place.

This is as absurd as a commander-in-chief directly ordering a company commander to advance 30 meters.

But he said it, and as long as he said it, there would already be a textile factory in this place, and the living quarters must be exactly where he pointed, exactly.

"That's the decision, you go and arrange it."

"Yes……"

This is really Song Beiyun's selfish desire, and it is also the first time in so many years that he has used national resources to satisfy his own selfish desire, but... so be it, some things are not humane, even if he made an exception and gave himself sideburns A trace of white hair was comforted.

He actually considered going to Lianyungang to have a look before. He heard that the Fifth United Fleet was nearly half completed. This time, the flagship was finally replaced with an all-iron armored ship, powered by three horizontal three-cylinder reciprocating steam engines, 12 round Type coal-fired boiler with a power of 320 horsepower and a normal drainage of about 4 tons. The main guns are [-] [-]mm breech-loading guns.

But it seems that the whole is going up, but... To be honest, this thing is the technical level of Europe in [-] in a normal time period, and it has not advanced much. When can it be replaced with internal combustion or electric drive or even It's nuclear power, and that's the real legend.

Of course, in this era, that can be considered Zenith Star technology, Miao Yan, Zhang Qing YYDS.

But thinking about going to Lianyungang, it's still quite a long way, and the uplink railway is not yet fully open to traffic, so he temporarily gave up the idea of ​​going to Lianyungang, and returned to Chang'an directly from Luzhou.

On the third day after returning to Chang'an, the old man in the family fell ill. He was 99 years old, and he might not survive a hundred years.

Song Beiyun stayed by his side every day, but in fact there was no better way, because he was really old, as old as a piece of withered bark.

He didn't pass his precious elixir to Song Beiyun, nor did he pass the Twelve Pattern Dragon to Zhao Xing.Because Zhao Xing's temperament cannot be an inheritor and Song Beiyun's temperament will definitely not try to live forever.

The two inherited two things from him respectively. Song Beiyun's final mission was to find the inheritance while Zhao Xing's final mission was to be a watchman.

In fact, Zhao Xing didn't care if he was watching or not, but it was really uncomfortable for a good person to suddenly run out of oil and burn out.

"Old man, your life is really wonderful." Song Beiyun sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the dying old man, chatting softly with him: "Go ahead and get ready for me when I pass by." Continue to follow you to eat and die."

Chapter 961: Sunny January 21, 1

On January 21th, the 1st year of the new calendar, Song Beiyun experienced the first real separation between life and death after coming to this world.

The old man was gone, and left this world forever in his sleep on a cold winter day.

Just like when he brought the hungry and cold Song Beiyun back to this world on that cold winter day more than 30 years ago, it was another night like this, Song Beiyun personally sent him to another world.

The face of the old man lying on the bed has not changed much, as if it was the same as 30 years ago, very old.According to the customs in his hometown, people need to shave their beards after death, but Song Beiyun couldn't do it no matter what with the razor in his hand.

I thought I was already invulnerable, but when things came to an end, I realized that I was still just that useless coward.

He sat on the edge of the bed with no expression on his face, no grief in his heart, and he didn't even realize that one of his closest relatives had left him forever.

He just sat like this, and his children and grandchildren came and surrounded him.The adults were talking about the old man's affairs, and the children were at a loss.

Only Song Beiyun sat there motionless, with a cigarette in his hand, one after another, without smoking, he let the cigarette butt burn his fingers, then threw it away and replaced it with another one.

"Let me do it." Yusheng stepped forward and said softly: "I know there is no way to shave the old man. I was also raised by him, so I will do this."

Song Beiyun handed him the razor, and the two of them walked out silently without speaking.

Outside, he saw Aunt Hong who was busy. Aunt Hong pulled him aside and chattered about the customs of her hometown, what kind of half-immortal to invite and what kind of coffin to find.

But Song Beiyun still sat there, his left ear went in and his right ear went out.

"I'm going to sleep for a while."

He suddenly stood up and said something to Aunt Hong, who reached out and wiped Song Beiyun's smoky face: "Go."

No one bothered him, because many things didn't need him to operate at all, so someone would arrange it properly.It took the old man only a few days from his illness to his departure, but he didn't suffer much, but Song Beiyun couldn't close his eyes these few days.

Lying on the bed, Song Beiyun couldn't fall asleep for a while, just lying there staring at the ceiling, his mind was full of images from the past, chaotic and interesting.

Two people, especially two men, are lucky enough to become confidants, but unfortunately they will be you and me for the rest of their lives.And it would be a great fortune to be able to become a father and son, mentor and apprentice.

It was difficult for Song Beiyun to understand a sentence, that is: the growth of a man is never a process but a moment.

And just yesterday, when the old man held his hand and slowly closed his eyes, he could understand this sentence for the first time. He felt the temperature in his hands gradually losing temperature, and felt that the pair of hands that could beat him to the ground His hands gradually lost strength.

At that moment, you don't need to say anything but you understand everything.

Yes, I have lived to this age without knowing it, and I have to face the problems that everyone in the world has to face.

Time did not give Song Beiyun more preferential treatment because he was a time traveler. After living a life of addition, he will definitely start to do subtraction in the days to come.

In his disorganized thoughts, he seems to have returned to the small tile-roofed house back then, back to the appearance when he was angry because of being punished, and when the door opened, the old man was mysteriously holding a pheasant and triumphantly towards him. The appearance of showing off, returned to the appearance of being chased all over the mountain by the old man in order to be lazy and pretend to be sick.

The laughter couldn't be restrained, but it disappeared immediately, and the smile froze on his face, turning into a long sigh.

What is the reason?There seems to be something missing in my heart.Oh...probably Safe Haven.

The old man is still there, no matter where he goes, no matter what he is doing, Song Beiyun will never worry, because there will still be people chasing him around with whips in their hands, and even if he is unparalleled in the world and his sons and daughters are married, he can still Be a child.

But the old man is gone. From today onwards, if he wants to be a child again, he can only burn paper on the tomb during the Qingming and Winter Solstice.

In fact, this feeling is neither loneliness nor fear, but a kind of inexplicable confusion and bewilderment. After all, this is Song Beiyun's first time facing death directly.

To face death in the true sense, not only how many people died in front of him, but he was able to withdraw from it.

The feeling of exhaustion came slowly, his tense body slowly relaxed, and he fell asleep slowly.

I don't know how long I slept, but the sun was shining when I woke up.

Sitting up from the bed, the sound of suona could be heard from outside, there was no crying, only the sound of gongs and drums.

He yawned and sat up, propped his hands on his knees, and stared blankly at the bare persimmon tree outside the window through the glass.

At this time, a human head suddenly appeared out of the window, Song Beiyun was taken aback, but after seeing it clearly, he found that it was Zhao Xing who was leaning on the window and looking in. Seeing Song Beiyun sitting there, he began to knock on the glass.

After opening the window for him, Zhao Xing looked at Song Beiyun carefully for a long time before he said, "You slept for seven days, you know, I almost thought you were dead."

Song Beiyun was stunned for a moment: "Seven days?"

"You think, the old man was buried early in the morning."

At this point, a cold wind suddenly blew up outside, making Song Beiyun shiver all over. He looked up at the bright sunshine outside and then at Zhao Xing. Suddenly his whole body went limp, but he cried out.

The wailing of a middle-aged man is not funny at all.

Zhao Xing lay there without saying a word, just waiting quietly, and only when Song Beiyun's strength subsided completely did he sneak into the room through the window.

No one went back to complain about Song Beiyun, because he is a delicate and sensitive person, and some people think that he should not be so weak with such a strong hand.But iron fist and delicacy do not conflict.

"There is Laba porridge outside, I'll get you a bowl."

A bowl of sweet and hot Laba porridge tasted like nothing to Song Beiyun, but as his body recovered, intense hunger also swept over him. He ate a large bowl of gruel and sat there. Still silent.

"I'm going to leave in a few days." Zhao Xing leaned against the table and said to Song Beiyun: "You will see me off at that time. In this life...we may not be able to meet each other."

Song Beiyun didn't say anything, Zhao Xing was originally a wind-like temperament, things have come to this point, it is inevitable for him to leave, after all, he could not live to this day, according to the normal development trend, he should have died in this place more than 20 years ago In a certain typhoid.