The carriage passed outside the city of Luzhou again, and it had been nearly three months since Song Beiyun left, but the weather outside the city had turned the sky and the ground.

Houses have appeared in the settlements of the victims, women workers are talking and laughing by the river, children are driving calves not much older than them to lean against the shade of the trees, playing games that only children can have, one by one tanned.

The merchant began to frequently push a wheelbarrow and lead a donkey through the houses, and from time to time one or two people would come out of the house to talk to him, and then he began to buy some necessities of life.

Not only these merchants, but also some businesses that were originally only seen in the city can now be seen here, and all kinds of sheds have gradually appeared on both sides of the road between the settlements, most of which sell cheap but high-demand items, such as salt, tea, wine, rice, and firewood.

In fact, the most surprising thing for Song Beiyun was the shed that sold rice, when this appeared, he knew that the four words of work for relief finally showed what it should be, although it will continue to supply food to these victims until the spring of next year, ensuring that no one will freeze and starve to death, but after all, the steamed rice with wheat bran and rice bran tastes like eating the mud in the field again, although it is starving to death, but it is indeed not good to live.

Now Her Royal Highness the princess has set up a variety of workshops, if the husband and wife in the family can make a living in it, or there are some craftsmen in the family, they are tired of eating those rice balls that feed the livestock, and buy some polished rice noodles on weekdays, but it is not bad, as for the daily distribution of those bran rice, it is also good to feed the livestock at home, and there are also people who have started the business of this rice bran and wheat bran rice, according to the old eunuch, every evening there will be people here secretly going door to door to collect this meal, go home to brew wine and then secretly sell it back to these people.

In fact, this means that the entire collection of victims has entered a virtuous circle, which is faster than Song Beiyun expected. This is definitely a good thing, and the social vitality of this area, Song Beiyun himself can hardly imagine that these people were still a group of famine people who almost sold their children to others four months ago.

So after figuring it out, I also feel that I am underestimating this weak Song Dynasty, although it is a bunch of broken problems, it is always bullied, if this is more than that social vitality, I am afraid not to mention the previous Han and Tang dynasties, even if it is to love Xinjueluo, it may not be able to compare.

Do you want to say that there is any Song Beiyun's own contribution here? Yes, definitely. But how many? Song Beiyun estimated that it was actually less than five percent, and at most three percent broke the sky. Because he is not the actual manager, he is just the mastermind, and the real credit is the head manager and the bottom executive.

But......

"It's like this, but it's thanks to you." The old eunuch closed the curtain and raised his eyebrows: "If the official family can see such a scene, they must be happy." ”

Song Beiyun didn't speak, just leaned there and still looked out the window.

"Huh? Why are you still depressed? ”

Song Beiyun looked back impatiently: "Looking at your old face every day these days, I'm not depressed, who is depressed?" ”

"Humph!"

The old eunuch snorted coldly and stopped talking, and finally wanted to have a few words with him, but he never thought that he was a dog who did not appreciate it, and was still a sneering virtue. These people are clearly the kind of bastard balls that can't be splashed by water, and in the words of his old Wang's hometown, they are cheap goods who "rely on their mothers".

But in fact, Song Beiyun is not depressed, but is trying to find ways to escape this sudden huge credit, the credit for this thing is too great, and the more important thing is that he really doesn't have so much credit in it.

This wave of victims actually generated a lot of benefits for him, first squeezed the Xu family's biggest local competitor, and then through logistics and transportation and material trading, the Xu family had a profit peak that had not occurred in the past ten years, and then Song Beiyun's fixed assets directly turned over ten times.

If you talk about it carefully, not only did he not make much contribution, but also took the opportunity to make a fortune, if anyone thought of this stubble, it would not be a wrong to condemn him for making a fortune.

But now it seems that the whole world, including Zhao Xing, has attributed the credit for this success to a nobody like him.

Now he can finally explain why a palace governor should personally come to escort an acting county magistrate with an inconspicuous reputation, and because of these disaster victims, the upper management believes that he is a pillar of the country worthy of training.

Thinking of this, Song Beiyun couldn't help but sigh, in the end, he had borne the weight that he shouldn't have borne at this age.

The carriage passed through the city gate, as usual, it was to be checked, and the prince showed the token, but the big soldier who did not want to guard the gate did not recognize the sign of the division at all, and shouted that even if His Royal Highness King Fu drove over in person, it should still be checked, and said that this was a temporary policy in a special period and did not allow privileges.

"That's your idea too??" Wang Banban pointed at Song Beiyun and asked, "...... you?"

Song Beiyun blinked his eyes: "It seems to be ...... I'm not sure, though, I've got too many ideas. ”

However, as soon as the person who checked came up and saw Qiaoyun sleeping soundly on Song Beiyun's shoulder, as well as the waist tag on her waist, he immediately got out of the car with a bitter face: "Excuse me...... Release! ”

Song Beiyun and the old eunuch were stunned, the brand of Si Mingsi was not good, why did they get in the car again?

But it doesn't matter if you don't bother Qiaoyun for this little thing, but the old eunuch is obviously unhappy, and there is a posture of "if you don't give me face, I will kill you", with a gloomy face.

"I said, you won't, will you? For such a trivial matter, you will not be angry like this? ”

The old eunuch snorted coldly, but did not speak. And Song Beiyun was afraid that this guy would toss those soldiers guarding the door, so he hurriedly said: "You are a little sick. ”

"I'm sick, I'm sick. How is it? ”

"Hold the grass...... How do you feel like you're coaxing your girlfriend. Song Beiyun sighed helplessly: "Do you feel that you have lost face and are very unhappy?" I don't think it's anything, you see I'm so big and ignored, I'm not angry at all. ”

"You?"

"Me, what's wrong?"

The old eunuch squinted his eyes and looked at Song Beiyun, obviously angry, he just wanted to speak, but he heard Song Beiyun say: "Okay, you people from the Central Plains who moved here still don't know a little bit about the south. ”

"Huh? Why? ”

"You can go and see, since ancient times, the confrontation between the north and the south has been strong in the north and weak in the south, but in peacetime, the south is strong and the north is weak. This is because of this folk custom, the south likes to be reasonable, and the north is used to being righteous. Doing business is naturally to be reasonable, and the war ghost is to reason with you. So you think that if you don't give you face, it's actually just people reasoning, and why don't you suddenly talk about it? ”

Song Beiyun groped around Qiaoyun's waist and found the token: "Commander Tiger Fu, will you reason with the official?" ”

There seemed to be a little reason, and the evil spirit in the old eunuch's heart suddenly dissipated a lot, but the shelf still had to be held, he turned his head sideways and didn't speak, just looked at the scenery outside the window.

After entering the city, the weather has changed, Song Beiyun also made a comparison, compared to when he left, this place has become more prosperous, the number of workers, merchants and even women in Qinglou has increased a lot, and it can be clearly seen that the market circulation has become more frequent than before, and the types of goods have also improved.

This should seem to be the Fuwang side is slowly lifting the resource blockage caused by the market economy, although it is unrealistic to lift the ban directly now, but according to the situation outside the city, as long as there is no accident this year, the problem is not big.

"You go back and tell the official family, so that he had better come in person and worship the heavens here." Song Beiyun looked at the businessmen around him, but his brows furrowed again: "Doesn't he want to break free from the shackles of the civilian clique and his relatives, the best way is to have a broad public base and let these people know who gave them today's day." Don't be tidy until the end, I only know that there is Luzhou, but I don't know that there is Jinling. ”

Wang Banban shook his head and said: "If the official family wants to leave the palace, how can it be so simple. ”

"You just report as I say, don't you know what the nature of your job is? Have you thought about it? How? I not only want to be the mouthpiece of the official, but also want to be the ...... of the official"

Wang Banban coughed vigorously and angrily interrupted the filthy and rotten words behind Song Beiyun.

This guy!

Wang Banban just thought that the bastard in front of him was talking very nicely, and he didn't think that he would be able to say such things when he changed hands, it was really damned......

"I'm telling you, you can not report it, when something happens, you can see how many heads you have. Oh, have you ever heard of the Nine Clans? ”

The old eunuch's face was green, and he stomped his feet lightly, trembling with anger, and his whole body was cold in this hot and fiery summer.

Who would have thought that the great eunuch who was said to be a powerful eunuch by the military general of Wenchen was now powerless in front of an eighteen or nineteen child, for no other reason than because this little beast could accurately grasp the lifeblood of this old eunuch.

To put it simply, he is nothing as a eunuch, all his rights are dependent on the imperial power, and Song Beiyun just grasped this point, and all his words and thinking angles are to speak to him from the perspective of imperial power.

To refute him is to refute the imperial power, and to disobey him is to deceive the king......

This little brute...... It's amazing. Wang Banban took a deep look at Song Beiyun in front of him, no wonder His Royal Highness King Fu took such a fancy to him, and even wanted him to inherit his mantle......

At this time, the little eunuch who was driving outside turned around and shouted: "Companion, it's time to drop off the horse, can you still drive?" ”

"You're fucking crazy? Do you drive to the palace? ! Wang Banban's anger suddenly had an outlet: "Something that doesn't have eyes!" ”