"Can Lord Ding be in the mansion?"

Song Beiyun personally brought two fish and five kilograms of meat to the mansion of Lord Ding, the servant at the door saw his outfit, and although he was a little unhappy, he did not dare to offend him too much. He just greeted him coldly and said that he was going to spread the word.

However, this announcement took more than half an hour. Song Beiyun stood at the door for more than an hour. When asked, he said that it was difficult for Lord Ding to disturb him when taking a nap.

However, Xiao Song was not in a hurry. He sat on the steps at the door. It was not until the servant inside that Lord Ding woke up and was waiting in front of the hall that he patted the gray smile on his butt and walked in.

Of course he knew that this was the servant of the family who deliberately made things difficult for him, but it didn't matter, because he was here to be a lobbyist today. How could a lobbyist have a temper, especially when facing this super boss who is about to become the third largest force in the court.

When he walked into the mansion, Lord Ding was picking up his pen and practicing calligraphy. After seeing Song Beiyun, he just nodded slightly, but did not say hello.

This is normal. What kind of rank Song Beiyun? What kind of rank is he? If he is too polite, something is wrong. And if it is replaced by other officials in the court, it would be particularly kind to let Song Beiyun enter.

"Hello, Lord Ding."

Song Beiyun put the fish in the servant's hand, clasped his fists and said politely: "Mr. Ding is so elegant and interesting. This hand is really beautiful. The structure is square and dense, the strokes are light and the vertical strokes are heavy, the brushwork is strong and round, and the momentum is solemn and majestic. It should be a good handwriting!"

Lord Ding raised his eyes slightly and looked at Song Beiyun. There was no expression on his face, but just said softly: "Why are you here today?"

"Today, the student is here to thank Lord Ding for his righteousness in the court."

"There is no need to feel anything, it's just a responsibility." Old Ding was displeased when he heard this: "If so, you can go back."

What do you think of Lao Ding?... Song Beiyun had already found out clearly before. This man was not weird in nature, but he was a little moody. He liked what he said. He could chat with people all day long, but if he didn't like that, he could immediately serve tea and see off guests.

Among this, Song Beiyun also knew that he had a brief chat with him during the last time when the Imperial City Department attacked drugs. He probably knew that this person was an academic talent and very noble. If Song Beiyun just came to thank him simply, he would not even be willing to pay attention to him.

"Mr. Ding, last time you discussed the separation of three powers with me. Today, in addition to thanking me, I also have some ideas to say to you."

"Oh?" Lao Ding raised his eyes: "Then please sit down."

Because it was a discussion about the code, Lao Ding was obviously very interested. Before they knew it, the two of them said that there was about one hour, and several disputes broke out. However, Lao Ding did not intend to give the order to expel the guest. Instead, he went back angrily and moved a complete set of codes to argue with Song Beiyun.

"Mr. Ding's thoughts are indeed like the star of the dark night, brilliant. But it is just like the star of the dark night, out of reach." Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "It is true that the law is established in the Scriptures, where can the Scriptures be established? The law is not as good as the county town, and the Scriptures are established in the court. What is the use of such a Scripture?"

Lao Ding frowned: "The code of law is based on the people, from the emperor to the people, all of them are based on the code. Why do you say that the code of law is useless?"

"Mr. Ding, there is something that students don't know whether to ask about it or not."

"But it's okay to ask!"

Song Beiyun chuckled: "I don't know where the people in the mouth of Ding? Are they the people of Luzhou City? Are they the people of Jinling City? Or are they the people of Lin'an City?"

"It's a mess of nonsense! These people are the people in the world, no matter the high and low, no matter where they live, and the Song people are the people!" Lao Ding's beard raised up: "If you do this again, go out!"

Song Beiyun didn't care about Lao Ding's anger at all. Instead, he said lightly: "Mr. Ding, the student asked you again, what would it be if an old farmer lived in the mountains for a long time but could not recognize the law in his words?"

"Where are such people in the world? Don't mess around."

Song Beiyun laughed: "Mr. Ding, there are more than tens of millions of people in the world who do not know the Wei and Jin Dynasties, and more than tens of millions of people who do not leave the village without life and death? Where can the national laws be understood? As for the local gentry in the country, the people in the country cannot understand the meaning of the law. The gentry dictates it dictates it dictates it dictates it . However, as for the oral dictates, the meaning of the law is explained by the gentry. Master, how can the syllabus be established by the people at this time?"

Old Ding frowned and walked back and forth with his hands behind his back. Obviously, he understood the meaning of Song Beiyun's words. There were too many ordinary people in the world who could not read. If they wanted to understand this code, they naturally needed someone to explain it, but how to explain it is not something that the people can control.

The horizontal, vertical, round and flat all come from the penultimate level of the gentleman soil. How can this method be passed on? The code has no roots, and it is empty and white teeth, and it has no faith in words.

"Do you want me to write a letter to reform?"

"Reform?" Song Beiyun shook his head: "It's not easy to talk about it. The power of the gentry clan is deeply rooted, rooted in high mountains and ridges, and spreading in rivers and lakes. Reform... Lord Ding, why did Lord Ding make efforts? Besides, the Song people were illiterate, so what should we do?"

Old Ding was also worried with his hands behind his back. He raised his head and looked at Song Beiyun: "Tell me, what about it?"

"A lower official is actually just an idea. Scholars, farmers, industry and commerce, businessmen are talented but not allowed to gain fame. But it is widely spread throughout the world. Since we cannot shake the complicated connections, why not find another way?"

"Oh?" Old Ding raised his eyebrows: "Let's listen."

Song Beiyun told Lao Ding yesterday's plan for new city. When he talked with Zhao Xing yesterday, he downplayed the change in class and downplayed the part that the son of a businessman can take the exam for fame. Today he focused on the matter of how businessman can take the exam for fame.

"With the new city as the point, gradually expanding outward, and eventually the Song Dynasty gained thousands of people who knew literature. These people read the scriptures and understood the truth. When they returned home, they were fame and honor, and the gentry could not be taken away. They were the fire that burned the prairie, the torch in the forest, and the reason for the code of law, and these people spread it out to correct the law and consolidate the code."

Lao Ding thought carefully: "Is this what you thought of?"

"In my early years, my master thought that one day I could make this land open and understand, and that the world could know the meaning and etiquette. Lord Ding, what do you think?"

"Let me think twice."

"The student left."

"Stay for a meal."

"Then the students were disturbing."

Although Lao Ding did not talk about this with Song Beiyun again, it was obvious that this idea had already sprouted in his heart. He was a person with strict logic and should have been constantly exploring the feasibility of such things in his heart.

Of course he knew what the disadvantages of the Song Dynasty were, but just like Song Beiyun, who was reincarnated by the starving ghost in front of him, no one in the world could dig out the stubborn disease that had been complicated for more than a thousand years. Even the emperor could not do it, and no emperor could do it.

But if we follow what Song Beiyun said, can it work? He was actually not clear in his heart, because he encountered an unprecedented topic. If this topic develops well, it will be enough for him to leave his name in history, but if the result is not good...

Old Ding was worried. He looked up at Song Beiyun, and Momo sighed: "How difficult..."

"Mr. Ding, it's difficult, of course. But what's going on in the world is not difficult. It's time for someone to come out and fiddle with this pool of stagnant water. Otherwise, the water will smell bad if it dies."

Farewell to Lao Ding, Song Beiyun went to the home of Zhang, the Minister of Works. Mr. Zhang had just returned from the workshop and the two happened to meet at the door, and Zhang Qing also met at the same time.

"Master!" Zhang Qing ran to Song Beiyun happily: "Why are you here?"

"I have something to ask Shangshu Zhang..."

"Oh... I thought you were coming to me." Zhang Qing turned around: "Dad, Master is here to come to you, you can treat you well!"

Shangshu Zhang rolled his eyes, walked up and nodded at Song Beiyun, and then Song Beiyun followed him into Zhang's mansion.

"This is the case with the new city plan. The application of new materials and new planning can save more costs, and new materials also have irreplaceable effects in building cities and water conservancy. If this new city is built with new materials, the construction period can be shortened to half of the previous one, and the cost will be reduced accordingly." Song Beiyun spread out the paper and began to calculate for Lao Zhang: "This place is divided into villa areas and ordinary housing areas. A new city has no problem with a capacity of one million people. The subsequent situation of the new city is that the scale of the entire Jinling has expanded several times, but the population can increase by more than ten times. The housing prices in the old city will gradually decrease, and a large number of laborers will be attracted by then."

When I talked to Lao Zhang about the new city, I described it from the direction of labor and productivity, as well as some descriptions of the overall urban planning, which was very interesting to Lao Ding.

"The new city is more hygienic and orderly than the old city. The Ministry of Industry can earn a lot of manpower and money, and no longer have to be controlled by the Ministry of Revenue."

Lao Zhang nodded repeatedly because Song Beiyun brought all the design drawings and showed the unreasonable things on the drawings. As an expert, this is already the greatest sincerity.

"I'm thinking about the drawings carefully."

"Then I won't disturb Lord Zhang much."

Song Beiyun got up and was about to say goodbye, while Lao Zhang looked up and asked, "At least you are here to have a meal before leaving, otherwise Miss Qing would definitely say that I drove you away, but it would be a headache..."

It's a daughter slave, normal...

In order to take care of Lao Zhang's face, although Song Beiyun had already had a meal at Lao Ding's place, he still had a meal at Lao Zhang.

After leaving the house, he held the willow tree and vomited for a long time, endured the disgust, looked at the night, and found that it was still early, he rushed to Yan Shu's house in a hurry.

Yan Shu was at home and was eating beef secretly with his wife. When they saw Song Beiyun, he immediately stood up and greeted, "Come on, eat some."
Chapter completed!