Song Beiyun

"Ah... this!" Song Beiyun took it and put it under his nose to smell it: "This is the best cinnabar!"

"Yes, it's useless for me to keep it, so I gave it to my younger brother."

It's the cinnabar from your grandma's chicken thigh. The cinnabar is mercury sulfide, and your stuff is mercury oxide. Put some water in it and knead it into a dumpling, and put green onions in the nose of a pig to hold an elephant.

"Thank you, brother!"

"Don't be polite, it's just a small item, not worth a lot." Zhou Jing said with a proud face, "If you have to be polite about this little thing, I'm afraid my younger brother will look down on my elder brother."

"Don't dare." Song Beiyun waved his hands again and again: "It's just that this is really what I like."

"Don't say any more." Zhou Jing pushed a fourteen or fifteen-year-old concubine beside him into Song Beiyun's arms: "Your tigress won't let you take it in. Today, my virtuous brother is just playing with it. This baby is my brother and I. I bought it from Lin'an City at a great price, and it's the best stuff."

After finishing speaking, he tore off the concubine's clothes with a stab in front of Song Beiyun, went up and twisted her waist: "Look at this tender one, water will come out when you pinch it."

Song Beiyun hugged the girl and laughed loudly, flattering her repeatedly.

When the banquet was halfway through, Zhou Jing put down his chopsticks: "What did Yang Wenke say today?"

Of course, Song Beiyun wouldn't be so stupid as to tell him everything, so he picked out a few words that he had prepared long ago, but these words were also words to throw the blame on the Zhou family.

This time Zhou Jing was not happy when he heard it, his face collapsed at that time, but he didn't say anything else, he just drank a few sips of wine indiscriminately and got up to leave, leaving only Song Beiyun and that disheveled, shivering, The two concubines with frightened eyes sat there staring at each other.

"Eat something?" Song Beiyun let go of her and pointed to the dishes on the table that had hardly been touched.

The little girl was obedient and dared not speak, and Song Beiyun stopped talking to her. After all, it was embarrassing... He picked up the small bucket for steaming rice, poured the vegetables in it, and started eating with him, just like the starving Ghost reincarnation.

"Sister, don't be afraid, I'm really hungry." Song Beiyun raised his head halfway through eating: "I've only eaten a fucking steamed bun since noon, and I'm growing. OK?"

"Master Song...will you send me away?"

"I definitely can't have you." Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "My family has a tigress."

"You can take me in, I don't want to go back to Zhou's house anymore. Even if I'm a servant girl." The concubine cried and knelt at Song Beiyun's feet, kowtowing like garlic: "I beg you to save my life."

Song Beiyun didn't pay attention to her, he was just eating, eating big mouthfuls, while her whimpering kept echoing at his feet.

After eating, Song Beiyun got up, but she hugged Song Beiyun's leg: "Master Song, if I am sent back again, he will definitely beat me to death."

As he spoke, he looked up at Song Beiyun with tears in his eyes: "Even if you let me be a cow and a horse."

"No, why do you think I'm a good person?"

"Because...because..."

"Because I can't come out." Song Beiyun patted her on the head: "Tell me about you. If I were Brother Zhou, I would kill you too. I can't handle such a trivial matter."

She burst into tears, this time for real...

"Okay." Song Beiyun broke her hand away: "If I want to take you away, I have to get you some clothes, you are naked."

Chapter 126: The rainstorm on July 7 picked up all the loquats and a tree of gold

The torrential rain in midsummer was supposed to come in bursts, but it was so dark outside in the morning, and it never ended after getting up.

The weather was so bad that he didn't have to do anything. Song Beiyun sat by the corridor under the patio, watching the heavy rain fall, with a fat raccoon cat lying on his lap, and the frog was not far in front of him. The place was drenched in the rain, and it was croaking and croaking.

"My lord, drink tea."

"Oh, put it aside."

Song Beiyun didn't turn his head back. The little girl brought back by him yesterday put down the tea but didn't leave. She just stood behind him and said, "My lord, if you want to order anything, just give me an order."

"Ah."

Song Beiyun responded lightly, but then he didn't speak again. Originally, he was going to say hello to that rumor-spreading Huang Xiucai today, but now it seems that he can't move anymore.

"Biluo, why are you called Biluo?"

This question can be said to be a very fucking painful question, just like why Song Beiyun is called Song Beiyun, how to say this thing.

"I……"

"Okay, I understand." Song Beiyun raised his hand: "Stop talking."

"Oh……"

Song Beiyun was extremely bored and stretched his waist: "Qiaoyun, sister Qiaoyun."

"Here." Qiao Yun came out of the room and came to him: "Call me?"

Seeing her come out, Song Beiyun pointed to the little girl beside him: "Throw her into the well."

At that time, the little girl's face was pale, almost lifeless...

But Qiaoyun smiled and hit him, and said to the little girl: "Don't listen to his nonsense, he will say such things all day long, just pretend you didn't hear it."

"I'm serious." Song Beiyun turned his head: "Then you throw it, and I'll save it. Hurry up."

Although she didn't know what Song Beiyun was going to do, Qiaoyun discussed with that Biluo, got her consent, and threw her into the well. Song Beiyun jumped down desperately and dragged her up.

Then he walked in front of Qiaoyun and yelled loudly, while giving her his eyes, Qiaoyun understood, and slapped him in the face with a big mouth.

At that time, Song Beiyun's face was swollen. He hugged the little girl who was only 1.4 meters tall, cursed and left without looking back.

And Qiaoyun stood there with a bunch of question marks on his head, and then shouted from behind: "You go, don't come back after you go!"

All the servants and maids were terrified by this scene, but Song Beiyun didn't care about that much, and went straight to Zhou's house with this Biluo in his arms.

Knocking on the door of Zhou's house, the official saw that the county magistrate was in such a mess, he quickly let him into the house, and quickly notified Zhou Jing.

Zhou Jing hurriedly put on his clothes and rushed out. When he saw such a Song Beiyun, he was also startled, and quickly raised his umbrella and stepped forward: "My dear brother, what's the matter?"

Song Beiyun sucked his teeth, held back his tears and put Biluo on the ground, and said very aggrieved: "I just wanted to make out with Biluo, but my tigress rushed in, threw Biluo into the well, and then went down. Save, and even slapped that tigress."

As he said that, he put his face in front of Zhou Jing, and Zhou Jing looked at it this time, hey... this slap, if it hits a person with weak bones, it might kill him with one slap.

I saw Song Beiyun's face was red, swollen and purple, and even the palm prints could be clearly seen on the swollen area. One can imagine how cruel this blow was.

Look at Biluo next to him, his body is already soaked and trembling, and his body is covered with moss that can only be found in wells, and Song Beiyun's body is probably the same, his hand also scratched a piece of flesh, and the blood was mixed with rainwater. A large sleeve.

"Ouch, dear brother, come in quickly..."

Zhou Jing led Song Beiyun into the house, and quickly asked for clean clothes to be changed for him, and Bi Luo was also taken to the back house.

After changing into his clothes, Song Beiyun sat on the stool covering his face, and said with aggrieved face, "Brother Zhou, I really can't take it anymore."

Seeing him like that, Zhou Jing was more sympathetic when he said something.Song Beiyun had told him before that he was actually a little boy with little ability. His wife's family was rich and powerful. Her food was her family's food, and her family's food was hers. Even being an official was paid for by his father-in-law.

Now that I think about it, it's not unreasonable. Among other things, just this slap is enough to show his status in the family. No wonder he always misses the place of fireworks in the past. No man can stand it.

And the concubine sent yesterday will be thrown into the well today, it seems that Mrs. Song's wife is also a ruthless person.

Zhou Jing comforted him for a while, and asked his servants to bring a bowl of camellia soup to warm Song Beiyun's body. After drinking the soup, Song Beiyun sighed, "Brother Zhou, I'm useless..."

"Okay, okay, Brother Song." Zhou Jing sighed, "So what can I do."

"Brother Zhou, I know you are a person with good eyes and hands, you can find a way for me." Song Beiyun said almost pleadingly: "Being such a corrupt official...is very boring."

Zhou Jing looked carefully at Song Beiyun's eyes, but he didn't answer him directly, but just smiled: "Honest brother, wait a moment, I'll make it easier for you."

"Brother Zhou, please..."

He quickly returned to the back house, found Biluo who had changed his clothes, turned away the others with his eyes, then sat there and asked, "Biluo, did you really get thrown into the well?"

As soon as Biluo mentioned this, her complexion became sour, and she was about to cry, but Zhou Jing frowned: "Did I make you cry?"

"Master... yes..." Biluo replied weeping, "Master Song saw the heavy rain this morning, and he couldn't go anywhere else...just... wanted to make out with me, and then my wife barged in , threw me into the well, and my lord jumped down to save me, and was beaten by my wife."

"Carrying you?"

Biluo raised her hand, and there was a red mark of grabbing me on it.

"Huh..."

Zhou Jing believed it, he really believed it, no matter how suspicious he was, he couldn't doubt it anymore. This kind of skill is so good that even a big man can't do it.

Biluo was lying, she was actually very nervous, but this kind of nervousness was more in line with the attitude she should have when speaking now, so Zhou Jing really didn't hear any clues.

As for how Song Beiyun made her lie, of course she couldn't rely on her personality charm alone. It was naturally to use her fear of Zhou Jing and her yearning for freedom as bargaining chips. Song Beiyun is a person who doesn't talk about ideals, he just talks about reality. Want to go home for fear of not being able to support yourself?It doesn't matter, as long as you cooperate with Song Beiyun, you can get whatever you want.

Biluo is relatively simple. She was brainwashed by Song Beiyun overnight. In the true sense of brainwashing, she instigated and instigated rebellion, making her change from Zhou Jing's eye to Song Beiyun's eye.

But in fact, it doesn't matter anymore. Zhou Jing's countdown is coming soon. Song Beiyun roughly estimated that a series of things are about to erupt. At that time, he will wait for the county magistrate and Zhou Jing to clash and Song Beiyun will dig out the thieves behind Zhou's family steadily. The tiger is gone.

Digging a tiger is very dangerous, but Song Beiyun is afraid that his mother will kill him, no matter how big the tiger is, can it be as big as the royal tiger?He is now the spokesperson of the royal family, a walker on the road of the real man.With such a hole card lying there, he didn't panic at all.

Dismantling the civil official group's platform, this kind of thing is great, really great...

Zhou Jing returned to the front hall, saw Song Beiyun sitting there with his face covered, sat down with a smile on his face, took a sip of tea, and said, "Brother, to tell you the truth, my business is all in the capital. Those first-rank and second-rank officials still have some assassins and general judges. If you want to make a career, I will guarantee that you will be promoted to the third rank within three years, but you can warn me, as long as you get on this boat I can't come down."

"Whatever you want to do, as long as I can not be manipulated by that tigress, I will do whatever Big Brother Zhou asks me to do!"

Zhou Jing laughed in satisfaction: "You are the one who said this, you have to think it over carefully. I am not afraid to tell you the truth, if this matter gets out, no one will be able to keep your head."

Song Beiyun shrank his head subconsciously, but in the end he gritted his teeth and straightened his back: "What are you afraid of him doing! Do it! Do it with my brother!"

"Okay!" Zhou Jing clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "Since my brother is so straightforward, then brother will teach you well!"

Zhou Jing was actually not afraid, what was he afraid of, a group of tigers were behind him, he was just that little pawn, it didn't matter if Song Beiyun heard about it.

So he spent a day introducing these profitable activities to Song Beiyun. To put it bluntly, he was collecting wool. As for whose wool to collect, of course it was the country's wool.

Their business is mainly smuggling, which involves so many aspects that Song Beiyun's tongue is stunned. Salt and iron are a piece, which itself is something controlled by the state, but they still have a way.For example, if a real estate produces more than [-] catties of iron today, then it will report [-] catties to the report. What do you do with the remaining [-] catties?Of course it was sold.

Who to sell to?Naturally, whoever wants to give it to whom!Who cares what the Jin, Liao, Mongol Uyghurs are, as long as someone is willing to spend money, the four thousand catties of iron will be theirs.

In addition to salt and iron, there is food.

The worse the famine, the more money they make, but the food is different from the salty soil, so they report the disaster.For example, a certain place had a good harvest, but reported a disaster. The local government got the news a month before the imperial court came to check.

Where did the food go?Naturally, it was stored in the warehouse. As for the disaster victims and people, who will take care of them, they will die if they die, as long as the food does not move.

"In other words, even in this disaster year, the granaries in many state capitals are full?"

"That's natural." Zhou Jing said with a smile: "People like you and me are nothing more than tiny pawns in the hands of others. There are so many people in the world. Don't blame this man with a dark heart. If you want to blame, you can blame the world. Brother."

Song Beiyun nodded lightly: "No matter how much, I just want to climb up anyway, who cares about the life and death of those untouchables."

"Hahaha, good good good good good good good good good and easy to do things." Zhou Jing took out the basic accounts: "Come on, brother. Today I will let you take a try."

Chapter 127: On July 7th, Qing wants to kill the head of the courtier

"You take this letter back and hand it to the princess or King Fu, and then don't come back for a while." Song Beiyun handed a letter to Qiaoyun and said: "Let's fix a date, and you will lead the army on Qixi Festival." Come back, I'm going to close the net."

Qiaoyun carefully put the letter into her arms, and then gently hugged Song Beiyun's waist: "Be careful in everything, I'm still a little worried."

"It's okay, I cherish my life very much, and with their ability, no one can stop me if I want to run away." Song Beiyun kissed Qiaoyun on the forehead: "I was thinking of telling me when you come back next time Good news."

"What good news?" Qiao Yun asked curiously, "Leading soldiers?"

Song Beiyun chuckled, put his hands on her belly, and whispered, "Good news here."

"Hmm..." Qiaoyun nodded shyly: "I think you, a bastard, don't distinguish between day and night, so you should have one."

"But it's my elder sister Qiaoyun who has to keep going in the end."

"Ignore you." Qiaoyun patted him: "I'll go get ready."

"Well, you should also be careful on the road."

That morning, Song Beiyun and Qiaoyun had an unprecedented dispute. Qiaoyun beat Song Beiyun with his hands, then rushed out with a harsh word, rented a car and went back to her mother's house, quite heroic.

Song Beiyun, who had been abused by the family, looked unhappy when he went to work in the afternoon, but it attracted the attention of Yang Xiancheng.

These days, the voices in the county are one after another, and all the clues point to the Zhou family, and the Zhou family's countermeasures have also begun.

"My lord, there is no couple in the world who doesn't quarrel, but now is not the time for family quarrels." Yang Xiancheng said in a low voice, "I'm afraid the matter of Huang County magistrate will be unstoppable."

Song Beiyun was also very distressed. He raised his head and said to Yang Xiancheng: "Brother Yang, my brother has told you everything, so you should tell him the truth. You have participated at this time."

Yang Xiancheng shook his head and said: "I did not participate in this matter, but now the Zhou family will not let me go, but I don't know what to do."

Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "Brother Yang, why don't you follow me to see Brother Zhou later today, and I will mediate with you. We were all good brothers in the past, so why bother to make trouble like this..."

Looking at Song Beiyun with a sincere face, Yang Xiancheng also sighed silently. After all, he is a young man, so simple and cute.This kind of thing, once there is a gap, it can no longer go back to the past. Although it is not yet the state of immortality, but this day will come sooner or later.

Now that the voices of the people in Qimen County are so heated, if Song Beiyun doesn't take any more actions, he may be in trouble. Yang Xiancheng explained to him unreservedly in this regard. After all, he is an old Zhima official. Very transparent.

In the afternoon, Song Beiyun found Zhou Jing, and while pleading for Yang Xiancheng, he asked Zhou Jing what to do about the matter that was so popular in the county.

"My dear brother, the one named Yang is a quiet dog. I let him bite me this time." Zhou Jing thumped the wall vigorously: "But my dear brother, don't panic, check it! Check it out!" That's it, did the surname Yang really say that it has nothing to do with him at this time? Well, well, crossing rivers and demolishing bridges is a good hand."

And their conversation was transmitted back to the ears of Yang Xiancheng by the person who was placed next to Zhou Jing in a very short time. He was practicing calligraphy and sighed: "This brother Beiyun is young after all. How could he be so young?" If you don’t listen to persuasion, is he really interceding for me?”