Song Beiyun

Song Beiyun's words made Qiaoyun obediently quiet down, and since this incident was completely spread, this little-known small county has become lively now, and even developed a whole set of interview industry chain based on it, and even provided special training The organization of those "Qiaoyun daddies" who came from all directions.

Song Beiyun saw all this, but he would not stop it. After all, as long as this kind of thing showed a positive result, he would let it go.

It's a bit like programmer programming, as long as the program can run, don't touch the code, otherwise the devil knows what will happen.

However, because of the heavy snowfall, the number of people who flocked here every day was much less, but many people stayed here because of this.

Song Beiyun can't come forward easily now, and those who probably know his identity don't dare to disclose his information to others easily, so things have become more complicated now.

It's just that the person involved doesn't seem to care about this complexity.

In the morning of the second day, heavy snow fell, and it had spread to Jinling City. Zhao Xing was standing on the city wall wearing a rainproof animal skin cloak, and Ding Pang and others stood beside him.

"This snow is really heavy." Zhao Xing sighed: "It seems that God still favors Da Song."

The people behind said yes, Zhao Xing was a little bored, so he changed the subject: "I heard that guy is doing something to mobilize people over there?"

At this moment, there was no one answering, except Ding Xiang chuckled and said: "It's all ridiculous things."

"Yeah, ridiculous things." Zhao Xing shook his head and said, "That guy always does some ridiculous things."

Song Beiyun's actions naturally couldn't be hidden from Zhao Xing. Even if he didn't report to Zhao Xing in detail, after all, such a big deal couldn't escape detection, even if Zhao Xing didn't want to know it on purpose.

"Forget it, let's not talk about him." Zhao Xing waved his hand: "Let him torment. If he doesn't torment others, he has to come back to torment me. I can't stand his torment. Tell me about the reform." How did things go?"

"Returning to the official house, the reform is going smoothly, but there are conflicts in some counties and counties, and now a group of people seem to be opposing it."

"If you object, just object." Zhao Xing raised his hand lightly: "If it's really impossible, just treat it as a chaotic party."

Chapter 703: Sunny September 12, Six Years

The heavy snow fell crazily for seven days, and finally stopped on a cold morning, but this also caused unprecedented snow disasters in various states and counties. The heavy snow damaged countless houses. Roughly, tens of thousands of people were homeless .

At this time, Da Song, who was a hoarder, finally stood up again. The raw materials purchased frantically were rushed by workers and workshops around the clock, and the output of light industrial products such as wool, cotton, and leather seemed to be crazy. It seems to be created in madness.

A large number of wool felts, cotton jackets, quilts and tents flowed from workshops and factories to various places?

Supply 10 people?

No, Song Beiyun originally planned to have 100 million people!Naturally, these materials were given priority to the local area of ​​Song State, because the damage caused by the snow disaster to the south was far greater than that to the north, and almost all the homeless people were in the territory of Song State.

But just like food, Song Beiyun, who had planned four or five years in advance, managed to control the most terrifying situation before the extreme weather appeared on a large scale.

But is this enough?Obviously it is not enough, because so far we are still relying on the sky, what if various disasters last for three years?What about five years?What about ten years?Therefore, Song Beiyun always believes that the current model still has room for improvement.

But for now, he thinks that he has reached the limit and there is no room for further improvement. Unless the overall technology is improved by three levels in the next ten years, and the petrochemical industry is mentioned, everything will be empty talk.

"If you guessed right, the envoys from all over the world are squatting outside the imperial palace, Zhao Xing." Song Beiyun hugged Qiaoyun's waist, who was lying in a daze by the window, and put his chin on her shoulder, quietly listening to the snow dripping outside: "Believe it or not, after this time Song State will become the leader of all the states."

Qiao Yun turned her head and asked curiously: "Why?"

"A responsible big country will be trusted by others, not to mention that Song Dynasty also has the world's first-class military power."

Qiao Yun is still curious: "Master... don't think I'm stupid, Qiao Yun is just a warrior. In my opinion, the current Song Dynasty is better than riding a horse and taking over the world in one fell swoop. Is it better to imitate Qin Huang and Han Wu?"

"Yeah, it's very cool to imitate Qin Huang and Han Wu." Song Beiyun let go of his hands and stood beside him: "Have you seen that distant mountain?"

"See you."

"The mountain is the mountain in the Qin Dynasty, and the moon is the moon in the Han Dynasty."

After Song Beiyun finished speaking, he smiled and pinched Qiaoyun's chin: "But the beauty is Song's beauty."

"I hate it..." Qiaoyun turned her head and looked shy: "It's been so many years, and it still looks like this..."

Song Beiyun just laughed, but he didn't answer directly: "The beauty of Song Dynasty rewards the moon in Qin Dynasty and the pass in Han Dynasty. Where is Qin and Han?"

"This……"

"In my heart, in books, inscriptions, and legends, but I am not around. The great Qin, Han, and Tang Dynasties are all dead. The Chinese are supposed to last forever. Why did they die? I was also curious about this question, but later I got a little shallow " Song Beiyun shook his fingers and said: "Because you can't escape the reincarnation after all. It's too long to say how this reincarnation came about, and I don't have the insight, or from the current point of view, death The previous dynasty is a good dynasty, because the death of the ancestors reminds the future generations."

Song Beiyun spoke softly, eloquently: "Song is not Qin and Han, not Wei and Jin, nor Li and Tang, Song is Song. It needs to remember the death of its predecessors in its heart, and bypass those paths leading to death. The Great Song has With the sharpest knife, Da Song also has the most benevolent heart. There is no conflict between a sharp knife and a benevolent heart, isn’t it? I can raise my knife and shout to the world that offenders of Song Dynasty will be punished even though they are far away. He can still share the bread in his arms with those who are hungry and cold with compassion. Only those who are king can come with strength and softness, kindness and power, those who enter China, punish those who violate China, and those who are near and far away can come."

Qiaoyun's head is getting bigger, she just wants to go back to Jinling quickly, after all, the young lady will give birth in the next year, if she doesn't return the father of the child, the young lady will be angry.

Seeing Qiaoyun's expression, Song Beiyun knew that she didn't listen.He was a little disappointed but it was reasonable, Qiaoyun is a caring little padded jacket, no one expects the padded jacket to do the work of frying pans, talk about history, politics, and ambitions, these still need to have a good time with like-minded people, said When you are excited, you can sing wine and cry loudly, instead of making children when you are excited.

Life sometimes has to endure a certain amount of mediocrity and ordinaryness, Song Beiyun's understanding of this is very clear.

After coaxing Qiaoyun to sleep, Song Beiyun stood by the window alone and looked at the crescent moon in the sky. He wanted to drink a glass of wine for no reason. The ancients often drank alone on the moon. Song Beiyun used to be unaware of the lack of heat, but now when this When this feeling suddenly came to his heart, he probably understood what loneliness is.

"Sister Qiaoyun, I'm going out for a walk, not far away."

"I'll go with you."

Qiaoyun wanted to get up immediately, but Song Beiyun pressed her on the pillow: "You are exhausted from looking for relatives during the day, go to bed early. Don't worry about your safety, there are secret whistles."

"Can……"

Qiaoyun wanted to say more, but only saw Song Beiyun shaking her head lightly, which made the obedient her calm down, and quietly lay back on the warm bed.

Walking out the door, the snow color outside the door was reflected by the moonlight in a silvery white. If the snow disaster is not considered, this is really a windy and moony weather.

Wearing the tiger fur boots given to Zhao Xing by the Kingdom of Jin on his feet, and the deerskin clothes from North Korea, he only felt warm all over his body in this cold winter, not cold at all.

Walking alone on the street for a while, the whistle of the dark whistle sounded, like the wailing of night owls. Song Beiyun knew that there was a suspicious person ahead, but he was not very afraid because of the special metal fixed ammunition on his waist. Pistols are not vegetarians. The times have changed to the present, the gun is fast at seven steps, and the gun is fast and accurate within seven steps.

Following the direction of the whistle, Song Beiyun quickly saw the suspicious person. This person was dressed in white, holding a sword in his hand and sitting under a tree with a wine gourd in his hand. A bonfire was lit in front of him. A dry rabbit, like the guest returning on a snowy night, is quite romantic in martial arts.

"this……"

As soon as Song Beiyun spoke, the person opposite him was even more nervous than him. The moment he suddenly woke up, the sword in his hand was out of its sheath.

This time it was Song Beiyun's turn to be nervous, he quickly raised his hands to signal that nothing happened, then he spread his hands and took a few steps back: "I have no malicious intentions."

The man in white tightened the fur on his body, raised his eyes to look at Song Beiyun, then took a sip from the jug, and then took a few bites of the roasted rabbit, which obviously tasted bad. , The man spit out the meat again.

"The rabbits in Suzhou are also so unpalatable."

Although the voice was not loud, it reached Song Beiyun's ears very clearly in this snowy night.

"I don't think it's a rabbit thing."

The man looked up at Song Beiyun: "Then what are you talking about?"

"You can't be unreasonable... girl."

"You! Who are you?" The man suddenly became alert, leaning against the thick tree trunk vigilantly with his sword: "Why do you know that I am a girl?"

Song Beiyun looked her up and down, then sighed and said, "I know too many women who disguised themselves as men..."

It's almost instinctive... How can I describe it? Even with a beard, it's very easy to tell if it's a man or a woman. This little melon-seeded face and the slender hands when eating meat...

"Oh, so it is." The woman looked up at Song Beiyun: "What are you doing here so late at night?"

When she spoke, she was somewhat forthright, but her tone was very aggressive. Before Song Beiyun asked her what she was doing here, she spoke first.

"Can't sleep at night, go out for a walk."

"Don't wander around if you have nothing to do." The woman said sarcastically, "The year of famine is not peaceful."

"Huh?" Song Beiyun looked up and down at the girl who was sleeping on the street, and had no idea what position she was using to say such things to him here.

"Go back earlier." The girl waved her hand carelessly: "Go."

"Where did that wine come from?"

"I brewed it myself."

"Can I have some?"

To be honest, Song Beiyun is also very miserable. There is no wine sold in this county, and he has been here for almost a month. He drinks some tea all day long, and the food here is light.

"Just take it." The woman was also bold, and threw the gourd to Song Beiyun with her hand.

"Thank you." Song Beiyun unscrewed the lid, and when he was about to drink, he asked, "What is the girl doing here?"

"Kill Song Beiyun."

Song Beiyun had just poured the wine into his mouth at this moment, and spit it out on the spot when he heard this.His anomaly, the woman laughed disdainfully: "Just you? Still drinking?"

"This..." Song Beiyun scratched his head, "Sorry, the wine is too strong."

"Oh, scholar."

Facing the little girl's ridicule, Song Beiyun didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He squatted beside the bonfire and asked, "Why did you kill Song Beiyun?"

"Clean the portal."

Song Beiyun: "???"

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"No..." Song Beiyun quickly waved his hand: "May I ask the heroine Gao's name?"

"Gongsun Wuyou."

Oh...the name sounds nice, it sounds like a junior sister from a high-level teacher, at the same level as Yue Lingshan and Zhou Zhiruo.

"What kind of school is the girl? I've never heard that Song Beiyun is from the rivers and lakes."

"Ghost Valley Eternal Life."

Song Beiyun was stunned again for a moment, and then continued to chat with this ignorant woman.

"Oh... so it's Aunt Gongsun's descendant. But why is your surname Gongsun? Logically speaking, your father's surname should not be Gongsun."

"This... this... this..." She thought for a long time: "I want you to take care of it!"

"Don't dare, dare not dare." Song Beiyun waved his hands again and again: "But why do you want Song Beiyun? I think he is okay, he is very capable, and it is said that he is also suave and graceful."

"Clean the door, how many times do you want me to speak?"

Hey, the vigilance is quite strong.Song Beiyun squinted his eyes and looked around at her, gradually a scheme arose in his heart.

"Woman, this place is not a place to talk, I see you haven't eaten yet, why don't you go down and have some hot food?"

"No, I don't know if you are a good guy or a bad guy."

"Look at me, I'm powerless. If I'm really a bad person, you'll just stab me with a knife."

"It's a sword, it stabbed you."

"It's a sword, it's a sword. I don't know much about it. I'm sorry." Song Beiyun whispered, "What do you think?"

"Forgive you for nothing more than that." This Gongsun Wuyou got up: "Lead the way ahead."

Chapter 704: On December 12th of the sixth year, there was a beautiful lady Gongsun in the past

God knows what this ghost sect is. Anyway, Song Beiyun doesn't know, but someone has cleaned up the sect out of nowhere. Isn't it troublesome?

But judging from her eating appearance, this child has been hungry for several days...

"Msanggong..." Qiaoyun leaned close to Song Beiyun's ear and whispered, "Later, if she gets violent and hurts someone, you can run...to find reinforcements. I can only block her three moves."

Hold the grass!Song Beiyun was shocked at the time: "So powerful!?"

"It's that powerful. Gongsun Wuyou is Aunt Gongsun, who has been famous for hundreds of years."

Song Beiyun scratched his head: "Our historical ones don't have a whole lot of fantasy."

Qiao Yun was stunned: "Huh? What?"

"It's okay, I'm just talking nonsense."

"Oh...it's like this. The successors of Aunt Gongsun have been called Aunt Gongsun. The apprentice inherits the weapon and name of the master. After the apprentice is caught out of the mountain, he can marry and restore his real name. Aunt Gongsun who came out of the mountain is no longer something that idlers can resist. "Qiaoyun said nervously: "Peerless geniuses like Xiaoyu may be able to do it, but in my opinion, there are only two or eight."

"Eighty percent is okay, Xiaoyu is really amazing."

"Little fish is two..."

Song Beiyun was stunned. If the martial arts ceiling he saw five years ago was the old eunuch Wang, then the ceiling he knew five years ago was a small fish, but now the one in front of him can hold up to four small fish?

What a mess?It seems that you have to come up with a fast and accurate within seven steps.

"One more bowl." Gongsun Wuyou shouted inside: "Add more noodles, and an egg, okay?"

"Come on."

Song Beiyun went up to get her another big bowl of noodles, and added a whole poached egg on top.

"Thank you!" Gongsun Wuyou clasped his fists at him, "Although he is a scholar, he is still righteous."

"Don't say that, shy."