Song Beiyun

"Hi... my lord, what are you talking about, I am someone who can dig graves?"

"Yes." Fu Wang was not polite at all: "You don't look like a good person anyway, you can tell me clearly, what's the matter with this smog? What did you do in my big camp?"

Song Beiyun scratched his head, and told King Fu about fulfilling his promise. After hearing this, King Fu snorted coldly: "There are still you like this, you let the old... how will this king lead this gang of Qiuba in the future?"

"It's rare to be happy, it's rare to be happy." Song Beiyun rubbed his hands and patted the iron bodhisattva: "Look, my lord, how is this baby?"

After hearing this, King Fu leaned down and looked carefully. He saw that the Iron Bodhisattva's eyebrows, lips and teeth were clearly visible, his face was serene, and the clothes wrapped around his body were completely visible. Even the Buddha beads in his hands and the hair on his forehead were clearly visible. From the looks of it, except for the absence of fireworks from clay-bodied wood carvings, the rest are all top-grade.

"This is interesting." Fu Wang touched it and found that the Bodhisattva was still a little hot, and it must have been cast not long ago: "Tell me, what if it is affixed with gold leaf and given to the Empress Dowager as a birthday gift?"

"No...My lord, that's your own mother, you are too stingy."

Fu Wang rolled his eyes: "You are so bold."

Song Beiyun shook his head, pointed to a row of wood carvings not far away that were being dried in the shade, and said, "If you want to give it, you can also give it to an eighteen arhat!"

"Little bastard!" Fu Wang slapped Song Beiyun on the head: "But you just cast a Buddha statue, why are you so happy, throwing two thousand guan for such an iron bump?"

Song Beiyun suddenly became serious: "My lord, don't say that. This is a small step for Xiao Song, but also a giant leap for Da Song."

"Tell me more clearly!" King Fu beckoned: "Come on, go and get me a sheep, and I will come to try the mutton that this junior respects today. Where is Cao Sanjin!?"

The commander of the battalion stepped forward immediately: "The end is here."

"Bring the wine!"

Chapter 167 September 9th

Fu Wang was originally a man from the army. He led the army at the age of 15 and spent half his life in this big camp. Although he is a master of calligraphy and painting, he is really different from ordinary scholars.

He sat on a low stool, tore off a piece of mutton from the wooden board and put it in his mouth, and then he drank a big gulp of wine, although he was not wearing armor, he looked like a golden knife and a horse in a trance, full of murderous aura.

The ginseng next to him was placed in front of the King of Fortune, but he couldn't help but feel a little weak, and instead looked a little like a scholar.

"Good wine, good meat!" Fu Wang wiped his mouth: "Since I lived in that palace, it has been ten years since I have had such a good time, and a man should do the same!"

After finishing speaking, he raised the wine jar: "Soldiers, it's done!"

The camp was filled with excitement, and the atmosphere was extremely lively.And Song Beiyun scratched his chin, sighed secretly, he obviously paid for the treats himself, but Fu Wang became the protagonist with just a few words, this kind of cunning and cunning is really not something ordinary people can do.

"Little bastard." King Fu grabbed Song Beiyun's shoulders and pulled him to his side: "Next time you dare to work in the army privately, I will not forgive you. If you let someone with a heart see you, I'm afraid you will be punished."

"what?"

"Ah what?" King Fu let go of him, but his voice was still not loud: "The Great Song Dynasty has very strict control over the military power. What is your role as a soldier? You're just talking about it, there must be a monster if you come out of no name, but you said it! Can’t tell? That’s an unfounded thing, and it’s light to punish you for never using it.”

Hiss... Song Beiyun suddenly felt that he was young after all. No wonder Fu Wang wanted to come out to eat and drink. If Fu Wang didn't come today, if Song Beiyun was targeted by someone who cared, the trouble would be really big, and those civil servants would not let anyone go A chance to bite His Highness Fu Wang.But when Fu Wang came, it was different. The matter of the coach Lao Jun has been reasonable since ancient times, and no one can say that he is superhuman.

"Okay, think twice before doing things in the future. It's not a big deal, but just so that you don't fall into the trap." King Fu threw a lamb leg bone in front of Baba's waiting hounds not far away: "You tell me, in the future With your temperament, why did you suddenly spend so much money to reward Lao Tzu's soldiers?"

Smiling, Song Beiyun asked someone to push the Bodhisattva statue in front of King Fu in a small cart: "Just now the prince didn't look at it carefully, now you should take a closer look."

"Oh?" Fu Wang stepped forward to observe carefully, but found that it was just exquisite, much more exquisite than the ironware sold in the market, but he didn't find any difference: "Don't be tricky, tell the truth."

Song Beiyun put one hand on the iron bodhisattva's head, and whirled back and forth: "I saw that the military equipment of the Great Song Dynasty is cumbersome, clumsy and expensive, so I came up with this method. Look, my lord, this thing is so fine, and the size is not bad. , since we can forge such things, why not make that weapon."

"You, after all, you don't understand this weapon." Fu Wang pulled out the short blade from his waist and handed it to Song Beiyun: "Look at it."

Song Beiyun took it, and found that the dagger was not only sharp, but also had a sense of coldness, which was completely different from that of cast iron.It has almost reached the level of carbon steel, and there should be a coating on it, not only to prevent rust, but also to protect the strength of the blade.

In terms of technical content, it is definitely no less than Qiaoyun's two Damascus scimitars, and even more advanced. Presumably, this should represent the highest level of smelting in the Song Dynasty.

Song Beiyun played with it for a while and returned it to Lord Fu: "Your Majesty, don't worry, you have to eat this meal one bite at a time, and the road has to be walked step by step. This journey of thousands of miles has just taken the first step, and I will definitely give you a big reward in the future." surprise."

"Heh, the tone of the little thing is not small." Fu Wang put away the short blade and stuffed himself with a bowl of wine: "Since that is the case, then I will not be stingy, I will give you a hundred craftsmen, and I will work with you for three years, see Let's see what you guys can do."

"Thank you, my lord!" Song Beiyun was overjoyed, he was flattered by the sudden support.

But at this time, King Fu raised his hand: "Don't be too happy too early. I'm ugly. This is a matter in the army, so it must be done according to the rules of the army. You need to issue a military order for me. If You can’t ask me to hand over something, how were you then?”

"Follow the prince's disposal."

"Okay, then it's settled like this, with a hundred craftsmen with you, you can do it."

Song Beiyu thanked him again and again, but after he finished speaking, he suddenly thought of a question: "My lord, if this is the case, I will go to Jinling City... what should I do."

King Fu lowered his eyelids and pondered for a moment: "I will make an arrangement with you before I leave, so don't worry about such things. But you just don't want to get a big son from this king."

This old iron cock...

Song Beiyun thought so in his heart, and he definitely couldn't say it out of his mouth, so he echoed repeatedly: "That's natural, even if I sell everything else, I will never open my mouth to Chitose."

As King Fu said, he raised his head and glanced at the little fish eating behind Song Beiyun, and then chuckled, "I didn't expect that old eunuch to be interested in you. Do you know who the kid behind you is?"

"I'm a bodyguard."

"Yes or no, this is the dead man of the Commanding Department, the treasure of the old eunuch Wang, who has been a one-in-a-million seedling since he was a child. If this kind of person is put in the rivers and lakes, if he is willing, he can be called unparalleled in the world. " Fu Wang introduced: "It is the seedling raised by me. If I fight alone, I will not be the opponent of these little eunuchs."

"That's it..." Song Beiyun turned his head and glanced at Xiaoyu: "He is quite obedient."

"You don't think so when you kill people." Fu Wang laughed: "But if it is put on the battlefield, ten of these little eunuchs will not be the opponent of the children I raised."

In fact, Song Beiyun understands this. The Department of Command is a secret service agency similar to the Department of the Imperial City. However, the Department of the Department of the Imperial City is controlled by the power of the Queen Mother's family. Zhao Xing is no longer trustworthy. The Ming Department became Zhao Xing's confidant, strictly speaking, it was a spy plus a special agency.

If you want to talk about guards, assassinations and other things, they must be top-notch, but after all, they are special forces. If they meet regular soldiers on the battlefield, they will be lambs to be slaughtered, and they have no ability to resist.

Although Song Beiyun had read many TV series and novels about special forces, he also knew that the so-called special forces were definitely not that amazing.

"By the way, Chitose." Song Beiyun tore the lamb chops in a small mouth, turned his head and asked, "When are you going to leave?"

"It should be less than three months after the Empress Dowager's birthday." King Fu chuckled, "Once this king leaves, you will be alone and helpless."

"I just need to be more careful."

"En." Fu Wang nodded and said, "The Empress Dowager believes in Buddha, you make this thing more delicate for me, and I will treat it as a congratulatory gift from you to her old man, do you hear?"

"I heard……"

Song Beiyun sighed secretly, King Fu was really just like the legends said, he wouldn't take any losses, he even dragged himself to give gifts to his own mother.

But thinking about it, there's nothing to say, her daughter, right... With this relationship, Song Beiyun couldn't say a word, after all, he was under Jin Ling'er's evil spirit.

"Also." King Fu warned: "What's less, the Wang family and the Xie family are mixed together, do you hear?"

"I know, I know."

"Are you still impatient? If I let Lao Tzu know that I am mixed up with those aristocratic families, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"Oh……"

Of course Song Beiyun knew what King Fu was worried about. To the imperial power, this clan was a hemangioma that could explode at any time.And these clans will definitely not be stingy with spending one or two daughters to bet on some promising young people.

Isn't the most famous one the Lu family who won't spare even a Surabaya pavilion chief?

"I'm still a little worried, you bastard..." Fu Wang looked up to the sky and sighed: "Lust."

"Huh?" Song Beiyun was taken aback for a moment: "Chitose...it's fine if people say so, you..."

"You mean this king was not young when he was young?"

"Ah... this, it's actually not."

King Fu waved his hand: "Take care of yourself, don't let Jin Ling'er down."

"Where...how can it be."

Today, Song Beiyun's biggest harvest is a hundred top craftsmen, among them are carpenters, masons, blacksmiths, all kinds of people.But at the same time, he also received the main task and the side task, probably this is the parallel of power and obligation.

The main task is to make breakthroughs in ironware, and the side task is to prepare congratulatory gifts for the Empress Dowager.

Although he didn't even know why he, such a humble man, wanted to prepare gifts for people at the level of the Empress Dowager, but since King Fu issued a mandatory task, he had to do it or not.

The main task is not so rushed, after all, the time limit given by King Fu is three years, but this side task is very urgent, it will be done in two months.

Send iron bumps directly?I am afraid that I look down on the social status of the Empress Dowager, so I must spend my time, but how to spend my time is a big problem.

What is the point of giving a gift?Novelty has meaning on the one hand, and value is on the other hand. It is easy to take it out alone, but it is very difficult to do it together. Cleverness is not enough, and if he gives a gift, it must be linked to Jin Linger , this is related to the face of Her Royal Highness.

Back home, Song Beiyun originally said to peek at Xiaoyu's bath to see how he cut it there, but now that the sudden pressure came, his bad tastes disappeared immediately.

Fortunately, there is a great artist at home, isn't it...

"This? Let me tell you, why don't you make the little Buddha the size of a palm, put it in a box and send it over, build it up like a wall, and it's pleasing to look at." After learning about Song Beiyun's mission, Qiaoqiao said, While combing her hair, she said: "I heard that the Empress Dowager is an octogenarian, and the favorite of such old people is fat dolls. You send a Maitreya there, and then get a hundred or eighty fat dolls with different expressions. It's gratifying."

"You... isn't it the same as guessing that the emperor used a golden hoe to farm the land." Song Beiyun lay on the bed, stretching in large characters: "I'm so worried..."

Chapter 168, Rain on September 9 tried his best not to go crazy.

Worry to worry, life still has to go on.

Perhaps as the most low-key Xie Yuan in history, Song Beiyun's reputation is actually more famous than those who show off all day long, even now there are already admirers waiting at the alley of his house early in the morning.

Song Beiyun encountered at least three groups when he went out, but even if Xie Yuan himself passed by them, no one could recognize them, and even asked Song Beiyun if he knew where Song Beiyun was.

"Master Song, why don't you tell them?"

Xiaoyu followed Song Beiyun, and asked in a low voice to Song Beiyun who was wearing a coir raincoat. Xiaoyu was not deeply involved in the world, so how could he know what was going on in Song Beiyun's mind? Judging from his contact these days, he felt that Mr. Song was definitely The smartest person in the world, there must be a reason for a smart person to do so.

"This." Song Beiyun bought two pieces of pancakes at the shop and shared one piece with the little fish. The two walked towards the camp while eating: "Everyone has different demands in this world, right? Come and see off, full of friends, some people like to exchange cups, call friends, some people like to meet each other, look at rivers and lakes. The appeal is different, and the decision-making behavior is naturally different, you are right."

"Yeah." Xiaoyu nodded lightly and said, "Master Song doesn't like those people."

"It has nothing to do with those people. Master Song doesn't like those names." Song Beiyun patted Xiaoyu's head with a smile: "They are not wrong. Competing for fame and fortune often happens in the world, but Master Song doesn't often do so."

Xiaoyu pursed his lips and laughed, looking up at Song Beiyun, two pear dimples bloomed, making it difficult to distinguish male and female.

"Then Master Song, why do you think people want to fight for fame and fortune?"

"Well, to put it bluntly..."

After answering this question, Xiaoyu walked all the way, until he was inside the big camp, Xiaoyu became silent as if he had changed, standing quietly behind Song Beiyun like a shadow.

Those Qiu Ba in the camp were very enthusiastic when they saw Song Beiyun. Although these people are not well-educated, they have their own set of principles for doing things. It is one thing that Mr. Song spends a lot of money. On the other hand, he and His Royal Highness Fu Wang There is nothing shy about getting together to feel like a father and son.

As long as there is nothing wrong with their brains, they will know that Mr. Song is someone who cannot be offended, so a strange tacit understanding has been reached from top to bottom in the camp, that is, to be more polite to Song Beiyun.

And Song Beiyun actually likes to nest in this place, it feels great, maybe because his blood is still flowing with industrial heat waves, those turbulent and tumbling molten iron can inspire Master Song to be surrounded by Yingying Yanyan's beauties Suppress the most primitive surge in my heart.

However, not everyone is passionate about what the Liba talents will do. For example, the talented scholars in Luzhou City, because next year's spring is just around the corner, many of them simply settled in Luzhou Mansion and waited for the next year's exam.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are many people, there will be strong winds and torrential rains. Where there are many people and many scholars, it can be said that there are turbulent waves.

This group of people is not like those young people after cutting their braids, their hearts are full of expectations for the future and love for their homeland.Most of the scholars in this era have a fishy smell of salted fish that can't be washed off with Fuyan Jie. group.

In the past, because of the status and status of Beipo, who had first-class conditions, the group of scholars did not stir up, but now that Beipo's transfer order has been issued, he is too busy to take care of these scholars. Immediately, the gang started to get agitated.

These people have several notable characteristics. First of all, they form cliques. Those who are outsiders and outsiders and insiders start to form different divisions. When they get older, they are divided into two factions. The students in the south look down on the north. Students, call them bereaved dogs.Naturally, the students from the northern school were not happy, they called the students from the south as lambs to be slaughtered.The two sides quarreled so much that they almost turned into fights a few times.

It is also interesting to subdivide it further. The students of the Southern School are also divided into several sections. Those in Suzhou and Hangzhou look down on those in Huguang, those in the cultural circle of the capital look down on those in Suzhou and Hangzhou, and those in Guangdong and Guangxi look down on those in Bamin.

The north is not much better. Those who move south look down on those who flee from refugees, those from the clan look down on those from poor families, those from poor families look down on those who move south, those who are officials at home look down on those who do business at home, and those who do business at home look down on those who make a living by farming. .

The chain of contempt is lined up layer by layer. If there are students from the North and the South at the same time in a restaurant, it must be a dispute between the North and the South. But if there is only one faction present, they will not be too polite. Anyway, as long as you enter this circle, Then it automatically becomes a mad dog. Usually, a group of dogs at the head of the village and a group of dogs at the end of the village bite each other, but most of the time it is a small-scale melee between mad dogs.

These scholars are probably a microcosm of the officialdom of the Song Dynasty today. They are smart, superior to the party, incapable of talking, and eating together to die.

"It sucks, these people suck."

After Beipo, who was packing his things, heard what had happened in the past two days, he slapped the low table with a slap, but after the slap, his hands only hurt badly.

"Forget it, I don't care too much." Beipo glanced at his little brother, and sighed helplessly: "Where's Beiyun? I haven't heard from him for a few days. He didn't participate in these bastard things, right? "

"Song Jieyuan never showed up, even if he was invited, he couldn't invite him. Some people have already started to say that Song Jieyuan is hypocritical and self-sufficient."

"Oh." Beipo sneered: "A group of rabble dares to speak wild words."

But after he finished speaking, he let out a long sigh: "My heart is full of worries about the piety of the Great Song Dynasty. These people will all be officials of the Great Song Dynasty. How can such an official be fair and honest."

"Brother Beipo still needs to preside over the situation."

"No." Beipo shook his head and said, "Now that I'm an official, it's not easy to form a party and run a society. Let them go."

The younger brother let out a long sigh, knowing that Beipo was helpless, and left after chatting for a while, and after Beipo left, he only sighed lightly and stopped talking too much.

However, he was surprised by Song Beiyun's choice. He originally thought that Song Beiyun would use the name of Xie Yuan to take the opportunity to gain popularity at this time. Even Beipo didn't quite understand the operation.

When he thought about it carefully, Song Beiyun had two thoughts. One was that he didn't like these people at all, and the arrogance in the literati made him disdain to be with them. The other was that he had no intention of entering into it. In this circle, even the mind is not above the officialdom.

Beipo naturally didn't know what Song Beiyun was thinking, but he wanted to avoid Song Beiyun because he couldn't bear the stench from those people and was arrogant.

But even if Beipo was allowed to think about it, he would never have guessed that Song Beiyun was just addicted to playing casting there, and his mind was full of improving iron-making skills.

"We must find a way to blow oxygen in."