On Qingming Festival, some paper money was burned for the deceased from afar, and Song Beiyun sat in the courtyard and drank it himself.

This is one of his few leisure time now, but now it is much better than the previous chaotic period, because the role of the assistant is reflected at this time.

As the nominal second-in-commander of the Song Dynasty, Emperor Wanyan can really be said to have done his duty. He took over many of the work that the emperor should have done. He was also an emperor and was familiar with these things.

"Mr. Song, Lord. Song."

"Oh?" Song Beiyun turned around and looked at it. It happened that he had changed his name to Wanyan Lie: "Hello, Lord Fujun."

"This time I came to discuss with Lord Song about the sixteen coastal prefectures. There seems to be some problems with the upper, middle and lower areas that Lord Song had previously divided."

"Oh? I'll take a look."

The development of coastal cities has now officially started. Song Beiyun’s plan is to divide the country’s coastline into three parts, upper, middle and lower, forming three huge economic zones, specifically to welcome the upcoming era of navigation.

The first area is the Nanhai District with Quanzhou and Guangzhou as the core, covering the vast area from Qiongzhou to Wuzhou, the second area is the East China Sea Economic Zone with Hangzhou and Haizhou as the core, and the third is the Bohai Economic Zone with Liaodong County and Langya County as the core.

The construction of the three major economic zones well covers the route range of the entire era of navigation. In order to better collect and distribute cargo in the future, these areas can theoretically have urban agglomerations of tens of millions of people within ten to twenty years without any accidents.

Moreover, each area corresponds to a major industrial production area, including Guangzhou, Leizhou, Wuzhou, and Jiangxi, Hunan, and Bohai Sea, the three northeastern provinces, Jiangsu and Shandong.

"I looked at this distribution. Lord Song assigned Zhejiang to the central part. I don't think it's good. Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Anhui, Fujian, Shandong and Yizhou Island should be divided together, especially Yizhou Island. Although it is mountainous in the middle, it is an excellent natural port on the east, west, south and north. In the future, maritime trade is destined to be an important distribution center."

"Suhang, Anqing Prefecture, Huizhou, Fuzhou, Jianzhou... um." Song Beiyun pondered for a moment and raised his head and asked, "Why did Lord Fujun say this?"

"These areas have superior conditions, rich material resources, developed commercial production, complete industrial categories, and almost the same climate, hydrology, landforms, and transportation. If they turn into zero, they can quickly gather resources and spread to other areas based on this area, which can save a lot of money."

Song Beiyun looked at His Majesty Wanyan curiously: "You know so much..."

"Hahahaha..." Emperor Wanyan laughed: "I also had the intention to unify the world back then."

"So that's what... I underestimate the heroes of the world. I'll get it tomorrow and let's discuss it together. I think what His Majesty Wanyan said is reasonable."

Song Beiyun is definitely not the kind of person who does not recognize others' excellence. Emperor Wanyan's statement is absolutely scientific, and he even calculated the future of Taiwan Island. It turns out that those who have been emperors are not comparable to those of ordinary people.

Once this plan is formed, it will be the prototype of the Yangtze River Delta urban agglomeration, and the Pearl River Delta will naturally form the lower part.

There are all Yangtze River Delta and Pearl River Delta, and the next one is Bohai Bay. Song Beiyun breathed a sigh and sighed: "Sure enough, the development of science is converging."

He vaguely remembered that his time and space, and the country also developed this model. Now, spanning a thousand years, those who know the times still plan in this model. Sure enough, the similarities in science are inevitable rather than accidental.

"Sir Fujun, let's have two drinks together?"

Emperor Wanyan was not polite. Although he is nominally the second-in-command, the real power is all in the young man in front of him, so he naturally felt embarrassed to find reasons to make excuses.

The two talked a lot, most of them about the construction and planning of the country in the future. Men never felt boring about these issues, and even became more and more excited as they talked. They couldn't react until it was dark.

This time they talked, basically putting the future pattern of the country in it. A map was placed in front of them, and the mind was filled with thousands of miles of land.

"I think that in the future, Chang'an can only be called Kui in the northwest. Lord Song, look." Emperor Wanyan drew a circle on that line with his finger: "The northwest is not suitable for farming, and the population will gradually concentrate around Chang'an, and even Luoyang will not reach Chang'an. Therefore, in the next hundred years, the central and southern territory will become the richest land, the northeast, Huguang and Jiangxi territory will become the granary of the world, and industries will be distributed around Chang'an, Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Guangdong, Guangnan, and..."

"The hometown of Jin Dynasty."

"No, Northeast China."

After saying that, the two of them laughed at the same time. Emperor Wanyan pointed at Song Beiyun: "Mr. Song is a pitfall."

"No, just a joke." Song Beiyun waved his hands repeatedly: "What does Lord Fujun think of the southwest?"

The former Jin Emperor looked at the map, then sighed: "It's so bitter. This place has high mountains and dense forests, and is surrounded by many natives. In the future, the four routes of Sichuan and Gorges... I'm afraid that only Rongcheng can be called big, and the rest... can only wait for future generations to do it. We may have the will but lack strength. However, Yuzhou can connect the past and the future, but Yuzhou is also mountainous and has extremely complex terrain, which is difficult to deal with."

Song Beiyun said, "Policies are policies, but there is really nothing to do with this terrain. I racked my brains and didn't know what to do. I could only take it slow down. It would be great if it was all plains."

"Hahaha, if it were all plains, China would be the same as China, but the emperor's surname would be hard to say."

"I think it's probably Wanyan's surname." Song Beiyun smiled and said, "This is not a joke. It was about twenty years ago, the Jin Kingdom was too strong."

Emperor Wanyan pursed his lips and frowned slightly: "No, I think the surname is Yelu."

"Okay, okay, we won't compete for this anymore, it's meaningless." Song Beiyun pointed to the other end of the map: "What is the intention of Lord Fujun here in the New World?"

While he was talking, Emperor Wanyan's stomach slurped, and Song Beiyun was stunned. Then he realized that it was getting late. He coughed twice and said, "It's getting late, and I forgot to eat. Please wait for a while, I'll go find someone to call for food."

"No, I can't get used to the taste of Lord Song's heavy salt and spicy food." Emperor Wanyan stood up and bowed to Song Beiyun: "See you tomorrow morning."

"See you tomorrow morning."

Seeing Emperor Wanyan leave, Song Beiyun casually asked the guards outside to get some food, and then sat there and started writing the planning plan.

He wrote in a sensible way, and even forgot about time and forgot to eat. Until late at night, he found that his hands were shaking and his eyes were blurred. Only then did he remember that he had nothing to eat.

He quickly ate two bites of the cold food and then continued to work. At this moment, the door behind him rang.

He turned around in surprise, but found someone standing at the door. When he shone the lamp, he saw Zhao Xing, wearing a coarse cloth clothes and sun-like a monkey, standing there, carrying two big bamboo shoots in his hand.

"Hold the grass..."

Song Beiyun screamed, and the three souls and seven spirits were scared halfway, but Zhao Xing grinned and showed a mouthful of big white teeth.

"What's wrong? Finally knowing you're back?"

"No, I just happened to come back to do something. Now, I saw that the lights were still on in your room, and I came in."

Zhao Xing was wearing coarse clothes and an octagonal hat. His body was covered in dust and noisy, but his eyes were as bright as candlelight.

"You're just eating this?" Zhao Xing fiddled with Song Beiyun's meal: "After you are the prime minister now, don't deal with it like this."

"You're not sorry for saying this?"

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this. I'm here to ask you for a favor this time."

"You figure it out, Zhao Xing! You are the emperor!"

"First of all, you have to call me comrade."

"Zhao Xing!"

Zhao Xing came back this time not for other purposes, but wanted to do something to Song Beiyun, which was to sign a law, and the content of the law was that the power was under the law.

Zhao Xing piled all the information he had produced in more than two years on Song Beiyun's desk, and then asked him to implement this bill as soon as possible to bind power with law, and to clarify the legal boundaries that "the people can do nothing without law, and the officials can do nothing without law" as soon as possible.

"If you want to come, come by yourself, you are all back...you..."

"Oh, I really don't have time. You don't know how hard the people live." Zhao Xing chewed a tasteless white steamed bun: "We thought it was enough to just open our mouths, but there were too few things to implement, so there must be someone below. You are responsible for the top and I am responsible for the bottom. Don't you complain to me, have you told me that I hope that I will go forever forever, so that we can go as far as we can in this life. Let's talk about it when we can't do it, while you are young. You are just a damn basket to respect God. In the end, the basket is gone and God will offend him."

"Damn it...Where does this come from the fallacy?"

Zhao Xing said as he took a few white steamed buns from Song Beiyun's table and put them in his arms: "I won't talk nonsense to you, I'll leave early tomorrow morning."

Looking at Zhao Xing's embarrassment, Song Beiyun smiled helplessly. He didn't stop him and just raised his head and asked, "Is it worth it?"

"I'll go even if there are thousands of people."

Song Beiyun sent Zhao Xing to the intersection and watched him turn happily and say goodbye to himself. For a moment, thousands of thoughts surged out. Song Beiyun suddenly felt that he was a coward. He envied Zhao Xing endlessly, but he did not have the courage to "even if there are thousands of people, I will go."

In this era, with such an identity, he can move forward with his beliefs. He has no memory of the future and no experience of his predecessors. All he has is courage, belief and unstoppable persistence. Zhao Xing is the real pride of heaven.

The ultimate and firm and determined romanticist can always make people cry. After all, he did not take the path of Wang Mang, but took the most difficult and difficult path. He was destined to be injured along the way, but no matter what the result was, this injury eventually became a medal that went down in history.

"Okay, you can't go there for millions of people. I can't let you go there alone." Song Beiyun put on his hat and looked out from afar: "Waiting for good news."

If you talk about what Zhao Xing did, who is the most uncomfortable and painful, it is Song Nuanyu. She is now in Chang'an to accompany her children, and she will cry if she has anything to do. Although the prince was born by the former queen, even the child herself thinks she is her own mother.

Nuan Yu's life was like this, from a female bandit to a noble concubine, and finally became the Empress Dowager of the West Palace. The script was flawless, but who knew that his own dog man... Everyone supported him as the emperor, but he himself wanted to jump out and oppose the imperial system.

No matter what the final result is, whether the prince can become an emperor is a big problem. Although Song Beiyun said that if Zhao Xing acts indiscriminately, he will directly support the prince to ascend the throne, but now Zhao Xing does not act indiscriminately, but also becomes smoother and smoother.

Isn't this a rush? The empress dowager who got it was gone...

And no one could persuade Zhao Xing to do this. What he did... is really outrageous, but it was so reasonable to put it on him.

And in the current mode, you will definitely not be able to stop. The flames that are burning in the prairie will not stop by human will.

Even people like King Fu who had long stopped asking about the government affairs would sigh when they heard the news.

Now Chang'an has created many new dramas based on Zhao Xing as the prototype, and everyone knows what Zhao Xing, the outrageous emperor, is doing.

However, compared with Chang'an, Jinling has become much more stable. There are two hottest new dramas in the south. One is the parting and the other is the injury. The parting is the story of a child separated from his family due to famine, and then wandering around and experiencing the warmth and coldness of the world, and finally dying on the streets with hunger and cold. The most painful one is the story of the joys and sorrows of three ordinary families in a virtual era.

The screenwriter of these two plays is a man named Cao Xueqin. Everyone thinks he is a woman, but no one has seen what the author looks like. However, these two plays really make people cry, making people sigh at the injustice of the sky.

In addition to these contents, the content that is most worthy of discussion during this period of time has been strangely met with cold. Except for some scholars, almost no one discussed it.

That is, a very strange bill was promulgated in the court, that is, Dali Temple was independent of the Nine Temples, and the Censorate was officially renamed the Procuratorate.

Various places have also begun to build special procuratorates and Dali Temple yamen, and two new yamen have been built.

It is now possible for civil servants to sue officials, and both parties' behaviors have been regulated within the scope of law.

In other words, it is becoming increasingly difficult to become an official now. While the threshold is getting higher and higher, the supervision is getting stronger and stronger, and the supervision methods are becoming more and more diverse.

The situation of the Ministry of Justice, the inspector and Dali Temple fighting each other is more intense than ever.
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