How grand this celebration is, you can tell by listening to the data.

First of all, it linked Nanjing, Jinjing, and two capitals at one time. After the demolition and consolidation of the provinces, there were a total of seventeen provinces, including the provinces of Xixia, Dali and other places that surrendered, the nineteen provinces of the Liao Kingdom, the tribes of the Southern Grassland, the Three Kingdoms of Japan, Korea, the seven islands of Luzon, and the twenty-nine countries among the thirty-six countries in the Western Regions.

From south to north, from east to west, it runs across the entire East Asia, Southeast Asia, and part of Central Asia.

The number of direct participants is roughly estimated to be nearly 40 million, and hundreds of millions of people have been mobilized to collect food, fruits, vegetables, fresh food, meat and eggs.

The manpower and material resources consumed in such a large-scale celebration are unprecedented, but no one seems to care.

Because the State of Song issued a message that as long as the participating regions can receive some seeds for trial planting.

This is food. Food is the top priority for survival under any civilization system. It can be said that having food means having a future.

Just for this little thing, Tubo was red in his eyes, but they really couldn't grow it in their place...

At the beginning of the festival, the first beacon on the Great Wall was lit, and then from east to west, one city after another was gradually shrouded in beacon, from Lianyungang to Chengdu, crossed the Qiongzhou Strait and crossed Yinshan.

All the famous princes, princes, generals and ministers in the world, all dressed in grand dresses to announce the celebration, and each region began to celebrate this unprecedented grand ceremony with their unique cultural model.

Fo Baonu was originally unhappy because she was quite tired during this period, but after receiving a positive answer from the Song State, she reluctantly agreed.

“How long does it take for them to breed?”

During the sacrifice, Fo Baonu asked the envoy who rushed back from the State of Song curiously. The envoy whispered: "Your Majesty, I asked the Marquis of Song privately. The Marquis said that it would be three years or five years, and the first batch of improved seeds can be widely planted."

"He wasn't he lying to you, right?"

"When you go back to your Majesty, we have signed an agreement with the Ministry of Revenue of the State of Song and the Ministry of Treasury Department. Your Majesty can rest assured about this seed."

"Well..." Fo Baonu listened to the sacrifice of heaven and said with some dissatisfaction: "If you want to say such a treasure, it would be fine to give it to the Liao Kingdom, why do you even give it to those small countries?"

"This is the idea of ​​Mr. Song... I don't know that, but I dare not ask."

That's right, Song Beiyun's ideas have always been wild and wild. A small messenger did not dare to ask him casually. After all, Song Beiyun is a Marquis of Lin'an here, but in Song State he is a minister of the Three Dukes, and his status is so high.

At the same time, Zhao Xing was asking the same question on the other end, while Song Beiyun just smiled and just wanted to explain, he turned over to speak.

As for the festival, there is no need to be so complicated. The manuscript was written in Nanfeng, which is very passionate, but there is no substantive content.

When Song Beiyun came back, he sat beside Zhao Xing and leaned into his ear and whispered: "Although I am a petty person, this thing really belongs to all human beings. We can continue to breed and increase yield, but if we lock these things on our side, we will be punished by God."

"Do you believe this thing?"

"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, you have to respect it. The word "destiny" is not just a saying, and famine is not just a famine in the Song Dynasty. This world is full of famine. You eat very fat, and people will slaughter you as a pig. If you look around the world, no country that can still exist now is a fuel-efficient lamp. By blackmail by force, people will admit defeat for a while, but once they turn the tables against the wind, the end of the world will come."

Zhao Xing nodded in a clear way, then looked through the assigned list: "Good... Do you value Bashu land so much? They are actually no different from autonomy. Your focus is on building... Are you not afraid that Bashu land will be self-respecting at that time?"

"The Sichuan people have never let the country down." Song Beiyun put his hands on his knees: "Since records have been recorded, there has been no record of rebellion and surrender in Bashu. On the contrary, whenever our nation is in danger of survival, there will be a place where the fire is preserved. You are worried that this is unnecessary."

Zhao Xing's current queen is actually a serious Sichuan girl. His father is the current King of Sichuan and Shaanxi. However, because Chang'an has been subjected to Song Beiyun, he can only be said to be the King of Sichuan now, owning the Sichuan Basin, connecting the past and the future. It is both a bridgehead to curb Tubo and a new relationship that connects Hubei, Henan, Anhui, Hunan and Jiangxi.

The old man Song Beiyun had only seen him twice, but he left a deep impression on him twice. It is true that he was a minister of the Song Dynasty, but in fact, he was the local emperor in that area, and the local emperor allowed by the royal family.

However, this local emperor is different from other regions. Their family can almost be said to be unconditionally loyal to the Song Dynasty. Even when the Liao Kingdom went to discuss the division of the Song Dynasty, they slaughtered the envoy and hung his head on the city gate to show the public.

You should know that it was nearly thirty years ago, when the Song Dynasty was almost stinking, and the Jin and Liao dynasties were at their peak.

Therefore, in the next stage, Song Beiyun's development focus will gradually advance to the Sichuan Basin, and then gradually eat Tubo and manage the snow zone.

For Song Beiyun, it doesn’t matter if he has a little more territory, but if he has a piece of it missing, he feels that his trip is in vain.

"By the way, the queen has a real sister. She is still not married yet. Why don't I bring her over to marry you? It will be easier when you manage Sichuan."

Song Beiyun was stunned and looked at Zhao Xing in shock: "No, brother... in what era do you have to rely on marriage to do things?"

"What if you don't do this? I'm not saying that you, standing in my position, you can don't want any of your scattered women, one of Jin Ling'er, one of Yelu Brother, and one of Sichuan princesses, you will be complete in your life."

Zhao Xing's words are very ugly, but he is an emperor after all, so it is understandable to say this. After all, even if he is new, he never has any good feelings for marriage, even if the queen has a good relationship with him now. After all, for the royal family, marriage is the bond that maintains relationships, and there are not many messy feelings.

Song Beiyun did not have this kind of sorrow, but Song Beiyun is different now. He has also reached a position of considering political effects. Every marriage may bring him a huge amount of political property.

"No." Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "The body cannot bear it."

Zhao Xing shook his head disdainfully: "I didn't mention this marriage, it was the queen. Her meaning is actually equivalent to the meaning of her old man. People have this idea, but you actually refuse? Can you still suffer a loss? Let me tell you, I have seen the queen's youngest sister once, and she is very beautiful."

"Oh! If you say no, don't." Song Beiyun spat: "It's better to have less marriages in the future, otherwise the old nobles will fall down and the new nobles will rise again."

Just as he was talking, Ding Xiang, who was above, finished speaking and was waiting for Zhao Xing to go up and finish his finale. Zhao Xing sorted out his clothes and walked slowly to the stage.

I have to say that Mr. Zhao’s reputation is really nowhere to be true. Song Beiyun’s response was mediocre when he went up, Yan Shu had no storms when he went up, and everyone didn’t even dare to shout when he went up.

Only when Zhao Xing came on stage, the people outside were thunderous and deafening. All the 50,000 people were weak in concert. The people's condition was almost crazy. Many people waved their hands and shouted loudly in the crowd.

"This is the posture." Song Beiyun smiled and shook his head to Ding Xiang next to him, saying, "If anyone jumped out and said he would rebel, he would say what time to do the next night at the gathering night. He would be reported before dawn."

"Hahahaha..." Ding Xiang laughed heartily: "Our emperor is probably the best of all ages."

"Yes." Song Beiyun nodded and said, "You may never find such an emperor again."

Song Beiyun was very confused about Zhao Xing's brain circuit. He never cared about the royal majesty, but he did what he thought was right, and then insisted on doing it. He had no temper. What was even more surprising was that he did not put himself above legal power from the beginning.

This is a magical emperor. Although his personal virtue is a mess and he is proficient in eating, drinking, gamble and gambling. He is even more likely to be a gentleman, but he is loved and unexplained.

"Stop talking about that, just ask you what happened to you this time?" Yan Shu suddenly raised his head and asked, "Suddenly make this decision, and then ask them to talk to Yan Shu in detail? Do you know what I have experienced in the past few days?"

You don’t need to know, you can guess it. When you hear that this grain that produces thousands or even tens of thousands of kilograms per mu will be given for free in the future, then the envoys of various countries will go crazy? I guess someone will stick his head out of the toilet and ask, “Oh, Yan Xiang, this is such a coincidence.”

"It'll be fine after this time."

"What a f*ck!" Yan Shu said anxiously: "I don't dare to go to court now, I don't dare to go to the yamen, and I don't dare to go out for dinner. They want to hold a tent at my doorstep. As long as I go out, there will be a bunch of people around me."

"Oh, what's wrong with others for their own country?" Song Beiyun laughed: "You guy, you can't be lazy."

"Okay, then I'll tell them that Song Beiyun is also a real prime minister, so let them find you."

"Hey! I can't do it." Song Beiyun waved his hand quickly: "I'm going to have a rest."

In fact, it is no wonder that the envoys are envoys. Seeds are extremely precious means of production. Not to mention food, they can start wars for spices. It is conceivable what these things represent to people of this era.

Don’t they know that they are annoying? They know better than anyone else, but this matter involves the problem of hundreds of thousands or even millions of people eating in their country. Sometimes some small countries really have no choice. They are difficult for them, and they must rely on the faces of big countries when they eat.

Which of those envoys is not a scholar? Which one is not a noble person at heart? If it weren’t for the fact that there was no way, who would be willing to be a grandson for others with shame?

"But you are so arrogant this time. You have given me the Song Dynasty a face." Yan Shu said sarcastically with a cold face: "You can give away the precious things if you say you want?"

"Ten years, not too long, ten years." Song Beiyun gestured a cross: "Ten years later, you must say from the bottom of your heart that Song Beiyun is really awesome."

Yan Shu didn't understand why, so he looked at Ding Xiang. Ding Xiang touched his long beard and smiled leisurely, "Those who are near and those who are far away come, and under the same text and seeds, the great cause of unity is just around the corner."

"I don't believe it." Yan Shu pursed his lips and shook his head, "It's not that easy."

"Gambling." Song Beiyun took out a copper plate: "Come."

Yan Shu took out a ten-ton banknote: "Come on, you big."

"You have to win this thing?" Song Beiyun also fumbled for a while and took out the only five-spin banknotes on his body: "I'll follow me, the remaining five-spin is owed."

"Is Song Beiyun so in this way?"

Song Beiyun was speechless for a moment, but he didn't know what to say...

He is rich, but he has used all his money to create various awards. His technology has been booming in recent years, and the rewards are worth millions of yuan every year. He really can't afford much money. Now he doesn't dare to go out casually. He is so poor that he has to shamelessly ask Fo Baonu or Jin Linger for pocket money, and he has definitely reached the point of being a soft-hearted person.

Moreover, he basically couldn't use much money. The country basically contracted food, clothing, housing and transportation, and did not raise family slaves or courtesans. Over time, he naturally did not have the habit of giving money.

But today he was actually squeezed like this by Yan Shu, and he was very unhappy...

"Yan Xiang, don't tease him." Ding Xiang smiled and shook his head, "He has indeed spent a lot in recent years."

"That's it." Song Beiyun echoed next to him: "I paid for your Yan Shu Literature Award, so you are so embarrassed to squeeze me out."

At this time, Zhao Xing also returned from his speech, and the celebration began. The sound of the tide outside gradually faded. Zhao Xing sat on the chair and muttered a big glass of water: "What are you two playing?"

After Ding Xiang said this about the love-hate entanglement between the two of them, Zhao Xing was immediately happy: "What do I think? This idea was actually proposed by me. It's not entirely because of Song Beiyun. He just helped me pass on a message. The country of the Celestial Empire should use both kindness and power. In recent years, the grace has been a little less. In fact, I really want to raise an ungrateful wolf."

Zhao Xing said this sentence. If there were envoys from any country present, it would be trembling. Although the next half of the sentence was not finished, the meaning was already very clear. Not only did he not worry about raising ungrateful wolves, he even welcomed ungrateful wolves.

Because once this happens, it is equivalent to giving away the country for nothing.

"You have a year and a half left on vacation." Zhao Xing pointed at Song Beiyun: "Remember, don't fool me."

Song Beiyun spat: "What kind of landlord algorithm are you? I won't forget to hold an exhibition for you for two months? I won't forget to come and organize a celebration for you for one month? One year and nine months, otherwise don't blame me for not accepting your orders at that time."

"Good guy, you are really brave."

"Hey, it happened that Ding Xiang was here, so you asked him to judge."

Ding Xiang smiled awkwardly and stood up and said, "Oh, I'm old, I drank some cold water this morning and felt a little uncomfortable in my stomach. I'll go and come."

"No one helps you." Zhao Xing raised a finger: "One and a half years."

"Okay, then I have a request. You can arrange it during this period of vacation."

"explain!"

Song Beiyun was silent for a moment, then raised his head and said, "I will see a railway paved during my vacation, and the length must not be less than one hundred kilometers."

"There are no more than hundreds of thousands of people... I'll go to the underworld to find you ghost soldiers, right?"

"This little thing will not hurt Your Majesty, long live Your Majesty."
Chapter completed!