The news of Song Beiyun's triumphant success was suppressed, but the news of him leading people to smash the Censorate spread wildly. For a moment, Song Gou's reputation seemed to have risen a little. When people discussed it, they said that he was a devil and did not forget to say "Are you a hero?"

He didn't care much about it, but he started his life like before the New Year. His few months of military career did not change much. Should he be lazy or lazy? In addition, he has basically been undermined now. The New Third Office has not yet been accepted, and the imperial examination has not yet begun. Song Liao's recruitment for son-in-law has been temporarily put on hold, so Song Beiyun ran around all day and did some things that were not available.

That identity of Song Nuanyu is the most urgent task. He has to find a way to erase the traces of the woman's existence and add new content.

For example, hometown, growth trajectory, etc., these are not simple things. They require careful crafting to avoid being discovered.

Of course, as Song Beiyun, who is extremely energetic, these things cannot consume 30% of his energy, so he will also mess with chemical and weapon design when he is idle.

He has already made up the prototypes of various types of artillery designs, but he is still not satisfied, because this type of artillery with pre-load ammunition has a low power, a slow and heavy fire rate, so it is still the steel one that has not been completely solved.

Fortunately, the workshop outside the city has been basically completed, and the craftsmen that King Fu gave to him and the craftsmen he recruited have entered, and began to plan the factory according to the design drawings given by Song Beiyun.

The workshop is still recruiting people, and the conditions are naturally very harsh, but the treatment is really generous. In addition to the fixed salary, there are also various generous rewards. The craftsmen are also very enthusiastic and work very actively, so everything seems to be moving towards the direction that Song Beiyun envisions.

"Master, look here." A craftsman said to Song Beiyun with the design drawing of the gear and a worn gear: "The things are made, but our iron is not good. After more than ten hours of turning, the teeth will be gone."

Song Beiyun looked at him and scratched his head: "Go to the steel mill! This process strength is so damn powerful!"

"The master...we had a fight with the steel mill yesterday but it was not working."

Song Beiyun squatted on the ground with a serious expression: "This is also a big problem. I want steel. What's the use of this iron?"

After saying that, he raised his head: "Go, call me the person in charge of the steel mill, and then call the person in the R&D department to come over. Have a meeting!"

In fact, not only Song Beiyun was bald, but the people in the workshop were bald. Logically speaking, what they made now, wasn’t it a coincidence to put what they made out now? But they didn’t meet the requirements of the owner. The people in the steel mill were anxious and beat anyone who urged him. The people who were planning to go to the design department were even eating and sleeping in the steel mill all day long.

But what to do... I just can't get it out! The iron-smelting stove is rotating all day long like burning money, and it comes out batch by batch, and the temperature cannot keep up with the owner's requirements.

After two hours of meeting, Song Beiyun, dressed in dust, and the master craftsmen, who were also dressed in dust, sat there at a loss.

"Master, if the temperature can reach it, we will definitely be able to develop the steel you want."

Song Beiyun supported his head with one hand: "Everyone, don't worry, it's better to be safe. Let's take a break for two days. Go to the brothel to relax. I'll give you a holiday. The salary is calculated based on the basic salary."

"The master is generous!"

"The master, the money in the account seems to be insufficient, and the consumption these days is a bit big."

"Well, take the account book and I'll calculate how much I'll pay."

Song Beiyun, who spent all day in the workshop, turned himself into a workshop director. Most of the time when he returned home, he would eat, take a shower and sleep. He was so tired that he couldn't even speak.

Zhao Xing, who had not heard of Song Beiyun these days, was currently in Concubine Jing's bedroom, practicing the Five Animals Play taught by the Great Medical Officer with one leg raised.

"Why haven't that dog thing from Song Beiyun been moving at all these days?"

Lao Wang came up and bowed to report: "When he returned to the official house, Song Beiyun has been staying in the workshop every day these days. He went away before dawn and returned only after dark."

"This person..." Zhao Xing sighed, "Don't worry about him, he's talking nonsense."

"Officials, the Ministry of Personnel has submitted a memorandum of an extraordinary promotion. Do I need my slave to help you pass it on to the three provinces?"

"Let's spread, it's a special promotion of fifteen people. Zhao Xiang is really very heartless. If you say something to him, there are only three places to be raised, but there are no more. Kuang Yu was loyal and brave, so he could be raised. Shao Communication was filial and filial, so he could be raised. There was another one that Zhao Xiang made his own judgment. By the way, he was granted the Li and others who were in charge of Nanchang City, and he was granted a yamen governor to reward him."

"Old slave accepts the order."

After Lao Wang left, Song Nuanyu, who had been named a concubine, walked in with tea soup and said to Zhao Xing with a smile: "Official family, let's take a rest."

"You are pregnant, don't worry." Zhao Xing hurried over to support Nuanyu: "If you have time, after you wait for your mother to worship Buddha in two days, you will find your dog brother in the name of visiting your relatives, otherwise you will say that you are ignorant."

"Ah... the official family... I'm afraid..."

"What are you afraid of him doing?" Zhao Xing looked confused: "What else can he do to you?"

"That's not... I'm afraid of him."

"I'm afraid I'm going there too, so don't make people suspicious." Zhao Xing slapped his head after saying that: "Yes, he doesn't have a house yet and lives in a private house. This is unreasonable. I promise to give him a house. In this case, do you think you would give him the house of the Minister of War or the Minister of Justice to him?"

"Will this... be too expensive? It doesn't fit with courtesy and makes people gossip."

"What gossip can you say? No matter how much you don't reward, he planned to win three heavy cities, and half of the achievements in fighting the rebellion were his. Everyone knows it very well. The Censorate has become much more honest now, who can say what? If he really doesn't reward, who will still fight for me in the future?"

"Then... everything is as much as the government likes."

"When he moves over, you go and visit your relatives."

The next morning, when Song Beiyun was about to go out to the workshop, he was blocked by an imperial edict.

The person who sent the order was not someone else, but Xiaoyu. He hadn't seen Xiaoyu these days, and he seemed to have been promoted again. Now he is firmly the third in charge of the Siming Department. Many of the jobs that originally belonged to Lao Wang belonged to him.

"Mr. Song, the big house." After Xiaoyu read the imperial edict, he smiled and handed the thing to Song Beiyun: "I have already inquired before. The house of the Minister of War is very good. After he retired and returned to the land, he was empty. Before I came, I ordered people to go and clean it. In three days, Lord Song can live directly."

"Oh... Zhao Xing finally has a conscience." Song Beiyun took the imperial edict and was about to tease a few words when he suddenly saw the figure at the door flashing...

"Cough...Long live my emperor!"

"You guy didn't say anything more, otherwise you would have to take it back, you're a dog thing."

The person who came was nothing but Zhao Xing, who was dressed in a young man, followed Lao Wang behind him. When the two of them stood there, they didn't look like emperors, but they were clearly a playboy who bullied men and women.

"Why is the official family here?"

"I'm looking at you, a dog, haven't made any noise these days, and I'm afraid you will die." Zhao Xing looked around: "I heard that there is a beef shop in Jinling City? I'm deliberately empty-handed."

Song Beiyun immediately lowered his head and clasped his fists: "The official family slaughtered the plowing ox, ..."

"Stop farting, do you take it with me?"

"Come on..."

With Zhao Xing, Lao Wang and Xiaoyu walked through the crooked alley. It took a full half an hour before the few people stopped on a remote street and came to the beef shop.

As soon as he passed, a person walked out. He looked up at the people in front of him. His face turned pale at that time, and then he lowered his head and walked forward...

"Where to go?" Song Beiyun grabbed him: "Eat alone, right?"

This person is nothing else, it is Yan Shu who has become fat these days. The moment he saw Song Beiyun and Zhao Xing, his mentality actually collapsed.

"It's too late, too late... You and your friends are delicious, I have to go on duty."

He completely thought that Zhao Xing did not exist, and broke free from Song Beiyun's hand and ran away...

Zhao Xing turned around and looked at Yan Shu: "This guy is also a wonderful person."

"Now it's a pig man." Song Beiyun spat: "Look at the pig he ate."

The owner of the shop is Song Beiyun's big acquaintance. After all, Song Beiyun is a beef black market giant. He took away one-third of the beef in Jinling City. Not only did he eat it himself, but he also dried it into beef jerky...

"Mr. Song, please, there are good items today." The boss greeted him enthusiastically, and while greeting him, he also put the table outside into it: "Mr. Song is here, and the business today is over."

Zhao Xing looked back at Song Beiyun in surprise, and Song Beiyun just spread his hands: "I don't understand what he said."

The four of them sat down. Before Song Beiyun could speak, the boss came over and rubbed his hands: "Mr. Song, isn't the same rule? Each of the four people is one pound of braised, one pound of stewed, and one pound of roasted. However, there are no fifty pounds outsourced today, only more than thirty pounds left, but the young one can get a good item today."

"What?" Zhao Xing looked back at him: "What a good object?"

The boss gestured under him: "That thing on the cow is a rare thing, it's a big replenishment. Lord Song had to pick up a pair every few days before, and he hadn't seen the bull these days."

Zhao Xing looked at Song Beiyun with a strange look. Song Beiyun quickly shouted: "Okay, okay, you will deal with that one today, and I will eat it here."

"Okay, I'll listen to Lord Song."

After a while, a table of beef was served. Not only was the flavor strong, but it also had the smell of Indian spices.
Chapter completed!