Song Beiyun

"Let's sleep together."

"Hey, what a beautiful thought, but it smells bad." Miao Yan waved his hand: "Go, don't harass me, I'll go to your house tomorrow morning to find you, I got something you can't even think of here, go play first, tomorrow Tell you about it again."

"What's the matter, tell me now."

"No." Miao Yan shook his head and said, "I have to give you a surprise."

"It's a godsend." Song Beiyun got up: "Did you tell people everywhere that I was your husband? Why did someone call me uncle."

"What do you think?" Miao Yan rolled her eyes: "Who made you shamelessly run into my room all the time, go, go, go, I'm really going to sleep."

Song Beiyun came out of the room and happened to see the old bustard just now. When she saw Song Beiyun, she opened her eyes and smiled: "My lord, please take pity on my young lady. She has a noble fate, and Wangfu's is very good."

Song Beiyun sighed, and walked away dejectedly...

Chapter 159: On September 9th, those who make friends with each other in the rain will fall in love with Yu.

Song Beiyun got up from the floor, his back hurt like someone kicked him hard, it should be because of the heavy humidity on the boat and the wind blowing on the floor all night.

He got up and saw Qiao Yan who was sitting on the dressing table beside her, getting dressed, picked up the slippers on the floor and threw them on her back.

"You know something good or bad, you rolled off the bed by yourself, I didn't let you lie on the ground." Miao Yan rolled up her hair: "What? Shall I buy you a dart and stick it all on my back?"

"Your wine is all fake. I'm going to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau to report you."

Song Beiyun stood up a few times but couldn't stand up completely. He would spin around when he moved a little. He usually likes to drink two glasses, but he was unknowingly tricked. Thinking about the sweet wine yesterday, the stamina is amazing.

"How long are you going to overestimate yourself?" Miao Yan turned around: "Yesterday when you were escorted back by the servants, you vomited and sang Beijing's Golden Mountain, and the sun shines everywhere. Do you have this shameful memory? ?”

Song Beiyun sat on the ground again, leaned against the wall and looked at his clothes: "What clothes did you change for me?"

"Otherwise? Otherwise, who changed it for you? If you change it yourself, there is a high probability that you will appear naked in the stable downstairs, hugging my little mare and saying that I love you so much and can't leave you. Want to come This Xie Yuan’s reputation will be ruined, you will be ridiculed for a lifetime, maybe someone will write a mocking poem for you, and the name will last forever.” Miao Yan walked to him and handed him a bottle of sour smell: “Drink it , rice vinegar."

Song Beiyun was so jealous that he pinched his nose and suffocated. It took him a long time to hold back the upward tide. After a few retching belches, he pulled a few pieces of paper to wipe away the dripping from the corners of his mouth. Saliva: "What are you doing while I'm asleep?"

"What are you doing? It's possible to kill you with a knife. You were supposed to sleep on a chair, but you insisted on crawling on my bed and dragging me to tell me about the core values ​​of socialism. What time do you sleep? It's already noon." Miao Yan sat on the bed next to him, dabbing on her toenail polish carefully: "But it's better now, everyone in the world knows that you have been tossing around with me all night."

Song Beiyun patted his head vigorously, and leaned his head against the bed with a dead face: "Where are those perverts?"

"It should be before you wake up. You just drink, but they drive after drinking." Miao Yan looked at the sun outside: "I won't get up until evening. Let me tell you first, if they don't leave today , the [-]% discount is gone, you have to pay the original price."

"Give it up." Song Beiyun raised his head and half-closed his eyes there: "After I go back, Zuo Rou will probably hit me on the head with a wooden stick."

Miaoyan shook off Song Beiyun's head leaning on her lap, walked barefoot on the carpet, opened the door and said hello, and then went outside to prepare meals. He came back after giving orders, and looked down at Song Beiyun: "You Do you think that you are still young, enjoying yourself and enjoying yourself in the crowd of women all day long?"

"Are you jealous?"

"You don't deserve to make me jealous now." Miao Yan's expression was very serious: "Look at what you have done, which one has nothing to do with women? Do you know that you are worthless?"

"Ouch...you don't know what I did."

"Wealthy people, merchants. But what's the use? In the face of real power, your banknotes are worthless. Indeed, you can rely on the power brought to you by a prince now, but one day he will be gone. That aura, what do you do? Suppose the current emperor dies suddenly, no matter what the reason, how long do you think your prince can be tough? He can’t rebel, he doesn’t have the resources to rebel.” Wonderful words still It was looking down at Song Beiyun with a cold light in his eyes: "Then everything you have now will disappear in an instant. Do you have a plan?"

"No."

"Then you have it now. It's okay to like to be in the crowd of women, but you must have a worry about the future. I thought all night, all your things are based on your cleverness, that's not okay Yes, Song Beiyun." She squatted down and held Song Beiyun's face: "It's time to think of a way out."

Song Beiyun was rendered speechless, unable to refute. He just opened his mouth, but closed it again.

"It's okay to like beautiful girls, but the premise of liking is that you should devote most of your energy to forging your own shield. From the moment you get involved in the royal affairs, you are no longer an ordinary person. You use ordinary people Do you understand? You should have a clear awareness that your future is very dangerous. You can’t take one step at a time. It’s okay to gamble on luck, but people have no constant momentum, and water has no normal state. , you need to know what to do when you fall into a trough?" Miao Yan sighed and held Song Beiyun's hand: "Let me tell you the most realistic thing, if one day the son of the prime minister wants to occupy me , You let him take over? I believe you definitely won't, but what can you do? You can't do anything, because you have no power to borrow, Song Beiyun, sober up."

Song Beiyun looked up at Miaoyan: "Hold the grass, do you have your head turned?"

"Yeah." Miao Yan nodded: "If you don't want to make progress, then I can only push you away. I am a woman and have no advantage in this era, so I have to find a suitable backer for myself. I have been thinking for a long time, If you are willing to be serious, you are definitely my best candidate, but if you are not willing, then I don’t want to accept it passively, so I will take the initiative to reform. If the reform is not good, I will kill you.”

Dangerous!

Song Beiyun suddenly saw a huge danger word appearing in front of him, and he realized that the Miss Ji Wang in front of him was not the silly and cute little girl from the Song Dynasty who he had been in contact with usually, but she was a girl who had also accepted the high class. Educated, and a ruthless traveler whose brain speed is close to the limit of human beings.

"I want to see your changes." Miao Yan put a finger on Song Beiyun's forehead: "Think about it for me, your ability is definitely above mine, you should be the protagonist of this era, not like now Unexamined."

"What did I tell you yesterday?"

"Sang a few songs."

Miao Yan laughed, she seldom smiles so sincerely like now, but one thing to say, it is really beautiful, the kind that makes people suffocate.

"From now on, I will be your exclusive task NPC, and I will give you tasks from time to time." Miao Yan got up and took out a stack of papers from the bedside table and threw them on Song Beiyun's lap: "This is a surprise for you."

Song Beiyun picked it up and took a few glances, but just after these few glances, he immediately jumped up: "Hold the grass! Hydraulic stamping machine!"

Punching machine!This is a complete set of hydraulic stamping machine design drawings. Although many things are still relatively primitive, it is definitely more than 700 years older than this era. It can be said to be the most advanced product before the second industrial revolution.

"Where did you get it?" Song Beiyun held the blueprint in his palm like a treasure: "This damn..."

"It was an Arab businessman. He couldn't pay for whoring, so he used this to offset the debt. He said it belonged to his great-grandfather. His great-grandfather was once the most famous prophet in the Arab region. He led the Arabs towards the Brilliant." Qiao Yan said with a smile: "This is the design drawing more than 100 years ago, because the concept was too advanced and there was no supporting forging process, the stamping machine was not put into use. If it wasn't for me, maybe it would be like the original history. The trajectory was used as confetti to start a fire."

"Is there anything else?" Song Beiyun spread out the design drawings: "There should also be a set of bottom-blowing acid converter steelmaking furnace design drawings."

"Miaoyan speaks directly to the experts." Miaoyan smiled and took out another stack from another drawer beside him: "Here."

Song Beiyun spread it out again, carefully looked at the words on it and said, "It should be seniors, right, this set is obviously the design idea of ​​the industrial revolution period."

"So no one can understand. We may not be the first batch, and we may not be the last batch, but so far, we are the only ones who can really affect the future."

"Is there a pairing of traversers?" Song Beiyun twisted his buttocks and calculated the ratio with a small ruler: "It's destined?"

"Then why don't you work harder! Play less games, less flirtatious girls! Wouldn't it be better to do things well?" Miao Yan almost growled and shouted: "Song Beiyun, I gave you a last warning, what are you going to do again? If you don't do it, just hang around all day, I will really kill you."

"Then you may delay the industrial progress of the whole world by 500 years." Song Beiyun said as he pulled a piece of white paper from the side and took out his small pencil from the kit: "This set of design drawings is If it is defective, it’s not that it cannot be put into production, but as long as it is put into production, it will explode the furnace.”

"You are so good at it, why didn't you design it earlier?"

"I'm a chemistry student. I know a little about crucibles and sealed furnaces, but I don't know anything about construction and machinery." Song Beiyun picked up a pen and a small ruler and lay down on the ground to draw a picture: "There must be a gap in this place to withstand high temperatures. The material should be die-cast graphite and asbestos, the crucible can only use graphite pot for the time being, the bottom layer needs to use coal to prepare coke to heat up, and the overall outer wall should reserve a blowing port."

"This is systems engineering, right?"

"Yes, the problem of coke must be solved first, and then asbestos and graphite. All of these require mining. Coal mines are easy to manage, but graphite is mainly difficult to deal with, but the problem is not too big. If only steelmaking is considered, all the materials are sufficient. Yes, after a year, high-quality steel can definitely meet the needs of weapons, and this stamping machine..."

"Ok?"

"Metal fixed ammunition." Song Beiyu threw down his pen: "One-time molded gun barrel, barrel, rocket launch tube, as long as the mold is in place... I can't wait to kiss you."

"Wait until you get it out." Miao Yan shook his sleeves: "You're welcome. But you should find a way to get more political resources now, otherwise this is all empty talk. Your sneaky steelmaking is regarded as treason. "

Chapter 160: Sept. 9 Qingrou Township Hero Tomb

When eating, drinking, prostitution and gambling are all legal, the rich really do whatever they want. What Song Beiyun wants to do most now is to say sorry to this land more than 1000 years later. When he was young and ignorant, he often complained. Now it looks like its social system is too fair.

As long as this group of people who are not officials, people are not people, have no production, and are useless, they can really stay on the boat for another night with the cheek. He said he was the host, but he refused to mention money from the beginning to the end.

Instead, in the end, Beipo offered to give Song Beiyun five hundred guan, fearing that the one-time expense would be too much for him to bear.

But when he saw Miaoyan standing next to Song Beiyun with his head crossed to greet the guests later, Beipo never mentioned any subsidy again.

In the middle of the night, after these bastards fell asleep, Song Beiyun finally couldn't bear it anymore, and ran away from the boat overnight, and returned home with the set of precious blueprints.

Fortunately, Miaoyan sent someone over to say hello in advance. Not only did no one blame him, but he even warmed up the food on the stove with great distress.

Because everyone was asleep, he didn't feel embarrassed to disturb him casually, so he sat alone in the kitchen, drinking porridge and continuing to proofread the two design drawings.

These two things are precious and true, but there are actually many technical errors, but generally speaking, the flaws are not concealed, and the production and construction can be directly carried out with a few changes.

But other than that, the accuracy of the parts needs to be controlled. The first piece of equipment must be chiseled out by hand. With the craftsmanship and forging technology of most craftsmen today, this kind of thing is unthinkable unless he can first Make the mold.

Fortunately, the mold is not very difficult. It only needs to use plaster and fine yellow clay to complete it. As long as the shrinkage ratio is calculated, it can be processed by hand.

"came back?"

Hearing the sound at the door, Song Beiyun glanced back and found that Yusheng was looking at him with his clothes on: "After eating, let's go to rest early."

"Brother Yusheng, let me ask you something. If you want to stand in one place by yourself, what conditions do you need?"

"Local officials above the third grade and above are in charge of the military and administration, why do you ask this?" Yu Sheng couldn't hide the worry in his tone, he walked up to Song Beiyun and glanced at the things on the table: "You can't think of things that you can't do. "

"No, no, I'm just asking." Song Beiyun rubbed his swollen temples: "If I want to take charge of the military administration, then I really want to go to Xiangyang."

"To Xiangyang?"

"Yeah." Song Beiyun nodded and shook his head again: "It's not now, haha... just kidding. Brother Yusheng, go and rest, I'll wash up after eating and go to sleep."

He went back to the room alone, and when he was lying on the bed, he actually repeatedly echoed the wise words and reprimanded him. It’s not that he hasn’t thought about many things, but people have a fixed way of thinking. invested.

That is, as people say - betting on your life.

But as he got deeper and deeper in this world, the cost of gambling his life became higher and higher. Even now, it is impossible to fully recover the cost of gambling his life.

There is really no right or wrong for adults to do things, as long as the benefits are large enough, there is no problem letting him do anything.

Thinking about it, my dream has always been to be a greedy and lustful salted fish, but now that even Miao Yan, who is more salty than him, has personally ended up participating in the chicken king competition, he must not be able to wander around like that anymore.

"I want to be the tallest Zhao Gao in the world."

Such a sentence suddenly popped into his mind, but he stretched out his hand and scratched it. He felt that it was not auspicious, so he shook his head quickly, and laughed out loud while shaking himself.

Of course life is still to be enjoyed, but some things still need to be prepared to deal with. You can’t always think about relying on others. The king of Fu is unreliable, and the emperor is even more unreliable. Politics itself does not talk about right and wrong. People will do it without hesitation.

This world...

After integrating the resources at hand, Song Beiyun felt that it was time to start, to start acting like a real time traveler.

I got up again, lit the lamp, and began to list the existing technologies of this era and the technologies that have not yet appeared but have been theoretically listed one by one.

Being a rich man can't do much, the only thing that makes people afraid of him are those iron sticks that can shoot out flames and metal balls, and things that can't come out of the mouth can only come out from the barrel of the gun.

After listing a long section of the technology tree, it was already full light, and Song Beiyun was so tired that he was dizzy. He fell headlong on the bed and fell asleep.

And when he woke up, he heard the commotion outside, he put on his clothes and went out, and found that a grand barbecue meeting was being held in the yard, and a shed was set up, and he didn't care if it was raining outside, but there were figures inside Chubby.

"what?"

He rubbed his eyes and went to the well to fetch water to wash, only to find that he seemed to be transparent. Everyone gathered around to listen to the story told by Miss Ji Wang. A feeling of being abandoned suddenly evaporated.

"Sister Miaoyan, you are so interesting."

Jin Ling'er's voice cut Song Beiyun's heart, she was not like this before, she only said this to Song Beiyun before.

"What are you doing?" Zuo Rou grabbed Song Beiyun's trouser belt: "Why are you sneaking around?"

Song Beiyun yawned: "You eat, I still have to go to Huafang. If these grandchildren don't leave today, I will really die."

"They are dying too." The voice of the witty words came through those people: "Today should be over, you'd better go and have a look now, I'll just deal with it here."

Ah... Miss Ji Wang really left the stage in person. Song Beiyun gestured an OK sign to her, greeted the others a few times, took a steamed bun, ate it, and ran out.

Strictly speaking, this is the first time Song Beiyun has felt the existence of a partner. The feeling of his teammate not being a pig is actually better than his super god. He can use a lot of energy to do other things, while the chicken king only needs to maintain The stability of the entire Song Beiyun ecosystem is already a top contribution.

Returning to Huafang again, the gang of lecherous ghosts have woken up one after another. This is the third day. They have changed from being lively when they first arrived, to looking frivolous and with black eye sockets. Like sucked.

"Brother Beipo." Song Beiyun arched his hands towards Beipo: "Can you sleep peacefully?"

Beipo lethargicly yawned: "I can't bear it anymore... Brother, I really can't bear it anymore."

Of course I can't stand it, the double activities for three consecutive days, the ladies and sisters on the boat are like crazy, they are very active in participating in the activities, let alone a person, even a clothes rail needs to be softened .

Seeing their appearance, Song Beiyun really felt that he was a restrained person... No, in fact, he was not considered restrained, because the chicken king was working as a picket. To be honest, every day when these people were having a good time there, he I am also eager to try, but those young ladies don't provide him with services... They are dragged to the chicken king for a whole day, and the chicken king won't let him touch it.

"Is the young master of the Wang family still satisfied?"

"See for yourself."

Pushing open the door and walking in, he found that Young Master Wang, who was still facing the wind two days ago, is now haggard, with a sallow complexion, which is much worse than Beipo.He was eating at the moment, and his hand was trembling when he raised it, but the chat with the young lady next to him was full of enthusiasm.

"Brother Song Xian, you are here."

When the young master of the Wang family saw him, he warmly greeted him: "Come, come, let's have a few more drinks together today."

Seeing his drunken appearance, Song Beiyun cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Brother Wang, wait a moment, I still have some things to do here."

"Not busy, not busy."

After closing the door, Song Beiyun leaned on the pillar and said to Beipo, "In two days, he will die here."

"Who says no? I can't let him go anymore today." Beipo sighed, and then looked around: "My father is about to be promoted recently. If the Wang family dies in Luzhou, it will be very troublesome."

"Huh?" Song Beiyun was stunned for a moment, "Uncle wants to be promoted?"

"Well, what my father told me, don't spread it indiscriminately." Beipo said in a low voice, "It won't be long after he said it, and he will take over the military and political position in Luzhou."

"Where's your lord?"

"I don't know, my father didn't tell me clearly." Beipo sighed and said, "As soon as Lord Fu leaves, Her Royal Highness the Princess will leave with me. I don't know when we will see each other again."

Song Beiyun frowned slightly, and said in a low voice, "Brother Beipo is going to be an official in Jinling anyway, let's go with fate."