Song Beiyun

"Since Mr. Song is back, I won't bother you any more." Huang Anwei got up: "I'll pack up my things and leave now."

"Hey, don't worry." Song Beiyun stretched out his hand to stop him: "You live here and you live here, and you don't need to open your mouth. Anyway, you can spend time with Brother Yusheng to relieve boredom."

Huang Anwei is a good climber, he hastily cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Mr. Song, for your love."

At this time, Yusheng frowned and asked, "Beiyun, why did you come to take the exam again? What happened?"

Song Beiyun picked up a clean cup and sat down: "It's a long story. I'll tell you in detail."

Song Beiyun has never doubted that the eldest brother is his father. He has been taken care of by Aunt Hong and Brother Yusheng since he was a child. If Yusheng is a little bit mean, it will be difficult for him to grow up smoothly. After all, the old lunatic There was no one there, and at that time Song Beiyun was weak and sick and lacked all kinds of common sense. It can be said that he was almost brought up by Yusheng.

"By the way, this sesame roast is a specialty of Qimen County, Brother Yusheng, have some."

Huang Anwei next to him also nodded and said: "Yes, yes, this sesame roast is a specialty of my brother's hometown. The best thing is this old Cao's sesame seed cake. It is crispy, delicious, sweet and tempting."

Song Beiyun looked back at Huang Anwei: "Have you met Her Royal Highness?"

Chapter 146: August 8th

Tomorrow is the day of the exam. According to the new regulations today, all registered scholars will enter the exam room on the evening of the day before the exam.

This rule is actually quite disgusting. The environment of the examination room exists for the purpose of torturing people. The high temperature in summer and the abundance of mosquitoes and flies make people frightened, and the small grid in the single room lasts for three days. For normal people, it is a terrible devastation.

Song Beiyun had asked Fu Wang Chitose before, why he chose to take the exam at this time and the conditions were so bad.Fu Wang explained to him that this is the first hurdle to become a talent. If this hurdle cannot be overcome, how can he be said to be a person who has climbed the mountain of books.

Song Beiyun sneered at this kind of statement, it is simply nonsense and pure fart, I study for a better life and to realize my ideals, no matter what method I use to realize my ideas and ambitions, whether it is trying to improve myself or corruption, Reading is definitely not for enduring hardships. If reading is for this, then you might as well plow the fields when you are six years old.

Anyway, he thinks that suffering is never necessary, it is just patience under unavoidable circumstances, and it is definitely not a touchstone on the road to success. This concept is wrong!Anyone can encounter setbacks, but if they have nothing to do to make themselves suffer, they have a little bit of cerebral palsy.

But Fu Wang thinks it is right, then he is right, whoever makes him the father, he is right.

When Song Beiyun went to register during the day, after seeing his information, the clerk who registered looked at him strangely several times, and then he was taken away by several officials. Only after asking Song Beiyun in the small black room did he find out that he His name has already been registered, and even the small grid for the exam has been assigned.Moreover, everyone from the examiner to the clerk has received orders from above, and this person needs to pay special attention.

In this way, when Song Beiyun went to register, he was immediately arrested as a substitute for the test. However, after investigating that it was indeed a real person, the examiner personally greeted him out of the small dark room, and sneaked in Tell him, let him go home quickly, and don't show up for a few days.

"Is cheating so exaggerated now?"

The examiner's face was flushed by Song Beiyun's question. After all, as an upright scholar, he had no choice but to do such a thing in order for his son in the family to be able to serve as an official. Now that someone has exposed him, his heart is already full. It's guilt.

"Master Song... don't make things difficult for the old man."

The chief examiner was from the fifth grade, second only to the rank of the governor of Luzhou, but he had been an official for many years, so he didn't know what kind of future this young man who was personally taken care of by the officials would have in the future, so he was polite to Song Beiyun.

"Sir Song is an extraordinary talent. Why do you have to suffer that kind of talent." The chief examiner said in a low voice, "If there is a mistake here, I really can't afford it. Please hold your hand high..."

Hey, it's really a long wait. It's natural for people to wait for a long time. In ancient and modern times, Chinese and foreign examiners coerce and lure students to not let them cheat.

"You all know about this from top to bottom, can you still keep it secret?"

Song Beiyun's words made the examiner smile wryly, and he cupped his hands: "Master Song, you really don't know?"

"What do I know about me?"

The examiner sighed and said, "If the Secretary of the Command goes door-to-door to teach disciples, whoever wants to leak the slightest bit of information..."

Song Beiyun shook his head lightly: "The world is going downhill, and people's hearts are not old."

"Isn't that right..." The chief examiner sighed, "This old man is extremely difficult."

However, when Song Beiyun saw his appearance, he suddenly became playful: "What if those high officials in the court know about this and question him?"

"I can't care about it, the official department has no time to worry about this now." The examiner waved his hand and said: "Originally, after that incident, Mr. Tang, the secretary of the official department, should have retired and returned to his hometown. Now the officials have protected him. The meaning is very clear. Mr. Song, please don't make this old man taboo. I will retire in a few years and return to my hometown in peace. If there is no guarantee for this evening, Mr. Song please hold your hand high."

"Where's Yushitai?"

"Yu Shitai was taken by His Royal Highness Fu Wang... and brought people to blow up the stall."

Hearing this, Song Beiyun finally couldn't help laughing out loud. King Fu is really not a fuel-efficient lamp. I guess Zhao Xing is also happily jumping around in the room now. Those old bastards at Yushitai don't do it all day long. Those who participated in this and that for business, finally found that the six volumes were not clean, but they did not participate in any of them.

It is probably logical that King Fu went to set up the stall, and even if it was burned by a fire, Yu Shi Zhongcheng probably didn't even dare to fart, so he could only watch King Fu demolish his office there.

It's fun... the struggle of those guys up there is fun, it's real fun.

Now that the upper floors are in chaos, the little Song Beiyun took advantage of the chaos and took advantage of the chaos, riding a wave of troubled times.

"That's fine. After the exam is over, I'll go and talk to Mr. Jiang again. I have to behave like a disciple."

"No, no, no..." Master Jiang, the chief examiner, waved his hands again and again: "As long as Master Song sits at home for a few days, after the exam, I will come to give you a gift."

It's not easy to take the exam well, and you can't help but say that you are forced to recommend it. It's really an evil feudal society. It doesn't respect human rights at all, and even deprives a good scholar of the right to take the exam. Damn it.

Song Beiyun, who was kicked out of the examination room, had nowhere to go. Today, Jin Ling'er held a sisters gathering and took a bunch of girls to play farmhouse in a villa outside the city. Brother Yusheng just walked into the examination room. The only one I was looking for was the little brother Beipo.

But Song Beiyun really felt that he was a little gay, a little dangerous, and now he should not be here in the examination room, so Song Beiyun had no choice but to go back to his yard, sit there and try to meditate to see if he could achieve some harmony between man and nature The realm of one and the like.

However, there are still some differences between fantasy and history. He meditated until the shit came out, but he couldn't sense the supreme and mysterious law. However, he felt that he didn't realize that there was a high probability that he didn't go to see the sunrise, otherwise he would definitely understand. The law of heaven and earth.

"Yes..." Song Beiyun suddenly slapped his forehead when he was shitting: "Go find the Chicken King!"

So he went to the chicken king's house under all kinds of boredom, and when he walked outside the courtyard wall, he suddenly saw that the peach tree was ripe, he was so greedy, he walked along the wall in three or two steps He climbed up, and then straddled the branch of the tree like a monkey and began to eat peaches.

This August peach is ripe and soft, the juice is sweet and delicious, and I ate too much without knowing it.But just when he was about to go down the tree, he saw a woman looking at him with her arms crossed.

"Why don't I just eat a few peaches from you? I don't even pay for watermelons in the city." Song Beiyun rubbed off the tree like a caterpillar, holding a few peaches in his hands, and came to Miaoyan Handed her one: "Look at how stingy you are."

Miao Yan looked at his ghostly appearance with her hips on her hips, and laughed out loud: "I care about those peachy people? I think you have something wrong with your brain? Such a top-notch beauty is taking a bath in the house, you Eating peaches from a tree, what is the difference between you and that monkey?"

Song Beiyun walked slowly into the house with Taozi in his arms, and said as he walked: "The difference is huge. The monkey missed seven fairies at once. I just didn't peek at you taking a bath alone. If you are so upset, you can wash it again , I watched while eating."

Miao Yan slapped him hard on the buttocks: "Don't talk to me, why are you back?"

"I came back yesterday." Song Beiyun came into the room and leaned on Miaoyan's ice silk bamboo bed: "I came here for the exam, but the human examiner didn't let me enter the exam room."

Miaoyan sat beside him and began to manicure his pedicures with a small file, with a wet smell on his body, and said after hearing his words: "If it were me, I wouldn't let you in, everything was arranged, I suddenly Coming back means disrupting all arrangements."

"This is called political resources, right?" Song Beiyun put a finger on the long curly hair with witty words: "The resources are now invisibly tilted toward me."

"Don't move, I'm so annoying." Miao Yan pulled out her hair from his hand: "I want to pay it back, I heard that you did something big in Qimen's side?"

"It's just a mistake." Song Beiyun whistled: "I want to know? Then what can you do for me?"

"You don't need to say, I have my channel, I already know what you do." Miao Yan said with a smile: "How is it? Is it fun?"

"You man, no wonder you haven't been in love in your previous life. I'm not talking about you. If we are living in a novel, you can either obediently please me, or wait to be destroyed by me."

"Smelly remarks." Miao Yan turned his head and was about to stuff a toenail into Song Beiyun's mouth: "What if it's a female channel?"

"Hey, hey, don't be so disgusting, you!" Song Beiyun dodged, and then wrapped one hand around Chicken King's waist: "You can feed me something else, you can feed me toenails. You go Have you seen it in the hospital, there is something wrong with it."

"Then if I don't please you, will you kill me?"

"That's not the case, but you should make brother feel good, right? Everyone is so familiar, it doesn't hurt to let you feel good."

"It's too hot." Miao Yan chuckled, got up and took out a bowl of chilled peach juice from a cabinet, and took a sip: "Let's talk when it cools down."

"I'm staying with you today." Song Beiyun took off his shoes and lay on the bamboo bed: "It's strange, why are you so cool here?"

"Go take a shower!" Miao Yan came over and kicked his ass: "It stinks of sweat."

"Can't I wash it?"

Although he took a bath, he had no clothes to wear, so he could only wrap Miaoyan's big bath towel and sit there eating nonsense, while Miaoyan was on the sidelines not knowing what to do.

"You said, how about I strip you naked and throw you on the street?" Miao Yan suddenly raised her head and asked, "It's absolutely exciting."

"Don't think about it, you can't beat me." Song Beiyun stretched his waist, wiped his mouth and lay on the cold bamboo bed: "Maybe he will be hit on the head again, it's not worth it."

"You bastard." Miao Yan walked over with a smile and sat beside Song Beiyun: "What do you think of my plan?"

Chapter 147: Rain on August 8

I don't know when it started to rain heavily outside. The rain after autumn brought a little bit of cool wind, which quickly dispelled the remaining summer heat of the autumn tiger, making people feel refreshed.

Song Beiyun, who was wrapped in a bath towel, sat in front of the fragrant dressing table, looking at a 45-page proposal written by Miss Ji Wang by the light.

Most of the proposals are written in Chinese pinyin, and only some confusing polyphonic characters are written in Chinese, but overall, if it is seen by a person in the Song Dynasty, this is a heavenly book, the kind of heavenly book that is impossible to understand .

"Da Song completes the plan, you have a lot of ambition."

Song Beiyun put down the plan in his hand, it was early morning, the sound of wind and rain outside could be heard, but Miaoyan was humming and singing in the room.

"Actually, I analyzed it based on the entire history we know." Miao Yan moved a stool and came to Song Beiyun's side: "I mainly analyzed it based on the history of the Mongolian Empire."

"Huh?" Song Beiyun was stunned for a moment: "Mongolian? Are you saying that barbarian is civilized?"

"Bullshit." Miao Yan patted him: "If you do this again, I'll be angry."

"Okay, okay, you say."

Song Beiyun put her hand on Miaoyan's thigh calmly, but she didn't seem to care. She just picked up her plan and said, "Mongolia swept across the Eurasian continent. In the early stage, there was indeed a phenomenon of barbarism destroying civilization. But in the middle stage In the future, Mongolian civilization will definitely crush barbarism. Because Mongolia does not accept the influence of cultural, religious and other factors, it can quickly absorb the advantages of all civilizations in the world, such as the smelting technology of the Song Dynasty, the organizational planning ability of the Jin and Liao, and the Arabian civilization. computing power and so on.”

"Well, as far as I know, Mongolia actually represented the pinnacle of world culture at that time in the middle and late stages, while Europe was the lowland of civilization, and even influenced the European Renaissance to a certain extent. It's a bit ironic to say, A group of savages actually say that man-made yellow peril represents the pinnacle of technology and productivity."

"Don't you know!" Miao Yan raised his hand and slapped Song Beiyun: "You are disgusting...but it's true that they are scourges, but the history we read is all little girls who have been dressed up by others. To see how it looks after removing makeup, you have to see for yourself."

It's really comfortable to talk to cultural people. The more Song Beiyun reads the wonderful words, the more pleasing to the eye, cute, and want to kiss.

"If you dare to kiss me, I'll tear your mouth off." Seeing Song Beiyun's eyes, Miao Yan withdrew: "This is serious business."

However, this kind of threat is of no use to Song Beiyun, who is naturally rebellious. If she doesn't say it, maybe this person won't do anything, but since she said it, then it's impolite.

"You really hate..." Miao Yan rubbed his lips back and forth with the back of his hand: "Who told you to stick out your tongue! I stabbed you with a knife!"

Song Beiyun smiled like a child weighing more than 150 kilograms, but it seemed that if it was too much, Miss Ji Wang would really get angry, so he restrained himself a little, coughed and continued: "You continue Go on……"

Miaoyan twisted his waist severely before continuing: "Mongolia swept across Eurasia in the thirteenth century, that is to say, there was a gap of 200 years between us. It’s not a big leap, and people like us actually know all the big directions ahead of time.”

"Well, although we don't necessarily all understand, there are always people who are curious, as long as they pierce the window paper." Song Beiyun nodded and said: "Gunpowder and the like are just a joke to me, it's just TNT It is impossible to mass-produce it now, so it is just a joke.”

"Then step back, don't climb too high technology, strengthen the basic engineering in a short time, and then climb high technology." Miao Yan paused for a few seconds, and then continued: "Actually, it has been written in the plan. What we have to overcome now It is not a technological factor, but a political factor. The overall political environment in the Song Dynasty was severely divided, which made many things impossible to implement."

Song Beiyun nodded, but did not speak, just waiting for the wonderful words to continue.

"It's hard for us to make a fuss in this era, so we can't always be salted fish?" Miao Yan patted Song Beiyun's shoulder: "Xiao Song, you have to work hard."

"What about you?"

"Come on for you." Miaoyan said as a matter of course: "However, it is almost impossible for our generation to remove the Confucian mountain that is lying on the forehead of East Asia from scratch. There is not so much time for you to fight and move the mountain. So my idea is to... take a detour."

"Huh?" Song Beiyun rolled his eyes: "Tell me."

Miao Yan turned a page, looked for it, pointed to it and said to Song Beiyun, "Here."

"I see, I just want to hear your thoughts."

Miao Yan laughed, and then began to say seriously: "Wang Anshi's failure in reform actually touched the foundation of the entire landlord class, and those families that monopolize intellectuals do not allow him to do so. Then since we have so many predecessors Why not use the summed up experience? So your task here is very heavy."

Song Beiyun stared at the plan with his head down, and said after a while, "What do you want me to do?"

"Climb up until everyone fears you, and then you will naturally get out." Miao Yan narrowed his eyes: "Go to the ends of the earth, we will farm and garrison troops."

"It's unrealistic. The literacy rate in remote areas is too low."

"So when you climb up, you have to do one thing, and that is to improve the status of craftsmen. You understand what I mean? Aristocratic families monopolize books, merchants monopolize money and food, we have to fight in divisions, and we can only monopolize technology. Road overtaking, overtaking."

"This..." Song Beiyun sighed, "The boy who fought against the dragon turned into a dragon in the end."

"Then what to do? Do you have a better way?"

"No."

Miaoyan nodded as a matter of course: "Yes, no. The only way, you can't fight the dragon without turning into a dragon. Brother Beiyun, you have to bid farewell to the past, and prepare to be a young man who will be remembered by history. A man who was cast in bronze and stood before every institution of higher learning."

"Then write a book about how steel is tempered?"

"Then it's up to you." Miaoyan thought for a while, and then took out a map from the drawer: "There are three places to choose from. Don't count on Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai. The first is Guangxi, the other is Hainan, One is Fujian, and these three areas belong to the Emperor Tiangao, and when they find out that the situation is wrong, no one will be able to gnaw at your tough bone."

"Not in Guangxi, nor in Hainan. Let's go to Fujian." Song Beiyun tapped the area in Fujian with his finger: "Then I have to start planning now."

"Of course." Miao Yan held his face in both hands: "Don't feel wronged, even if one day you go to the ends of the earth, even if there is no one around you, I will follow you. I have no one to rely on, Do you understand what I mean?"

"What you said is so hot that even a brother kisses me. How can you make me believe you?"

"I told you to wait for it to cool down." Miao Yan nodded on his nose: "Okay, you can think about the rest yourself. It's getting late, go to bed early."

Song Beiyun sighed, and then suddenly said: "Sister Ji Wang, look at me, a young boy with a lot of blood, in the middle of the night, do you think I need to give some off-court assistance?"

Miao Yan rolled her eyes: "I really convinced you..."

The next day Song Beiyun woke up refreshed. He found that his nose was a little stuffy, probably because he had caught a cold from the temperature drop last night, but this little problem could be healed within two or three days with his resistance.

But Miaoyan was still sleeping on the small bed not far away, Song Beiyun got up and walked to the door, and then saw the maids hiding behind the pillars of the porch and peeking at him, his bad taste suddenly rose, and he directed at this After screaming for the little girl, the group of fourteen or fifteen-year-old girls immediately scattered and ran away laughing.

However, this voice seemed to have awakened Miao Yan, she raised a pillow and threw it on Song Beiyun's body: "Is it sick early in the morning?"