Enko reopened today. This is the first time that Enko was held in the winter of the Song Dynasty, but the enthusiasm of the students has remained unabated, even though the cold wind is already rising outside.

Originally, several people who were popular in the championship were already official, and one of them was still in the death row, which gave many people endless expectations. They were already Juren. If they could go further in the Jinshi exam, their career in the future would be expected.

And now the "reverse textbook" that has been dismissed from his post and put into death row is now sitting at home with a stove, next to the stove there are dozens of ingredients, from good beef and mutton to fresh mushrooms and vegetables, everything is available.

Zhao Xing sat beside him rubbed his hands, while Yan Shu swallowed his saliva and looked at the big pot with the butter scent.

"Look, look." Zhao Xing turned to Xiaoyu and said, "This is what people eat. What kind of junk items are there in the palace."

Yan Shu nodded repeatedly: "That's it."

"Forget it, you two come and have a free meal. Can you stop coming every day?"

Xiao Song muttered while putting the vermicelli and pork in the pot: "It's not that I feel sorry for the money. If you do this, the rest of the house will have to avoid suspicion because of you, why bother?"

"Didn't you make another pot? Your family's wife can't eat it."

Yan Shu was naturally shameless. He picked up a piece of fat mutton with chopsticks, but Xiao Song beat him off: "It's not cooked, and eating it raw will cause parasites."

In contrast, Zhao Xing was much quieter. He skillfully stirred sesame paste and other seasonings, and then smacked his lips and said, "This green leaf vegetable is tempting, and the greenhouse seems to be promoting it."

"It's nonsense to promote, you don't know how high the cost is." Xiao Song curled his lips: "The experimental field is for testing purposes. Do you still want to mass produce it? You can just say how much money you have in Da Song has enough to burn."

The hope that Zhao Xinggang ignited was once again shattered. He sighed secretly and said, "Then what time can you say you can plant widely?"

"When the glass plate process is mature," Xiao Song poured some vinegar into the bowl: "The technology of the glass plate is not yet up to date and is too brittle. After a few days, the glass plate and the steel frame structure are connected, and a large-scale greenhouse will be launched. At that time, Jiangxi Farm will do a pilot first and then promote it nationwide. I hope the weather will be good next year..."

When Zhao Xing mentioned this, he sighed, and even his mind was fading in eating. The disaster situation in the whole area a few days ago has been counted. Although this snow disaster is far from the worst outcome that Song Beiyun imagined, the losses are also quite heavy. The calculation result of the actuary of the Princess Disaster Relief Fund is that the direct loss reached more than 19.7 million guan, and the indirect loss even reached more than 30 million guan.

This huge number made Zhao Xing feel a little breathless. He was already in a state of great trouble in the past few days. The disaster relief measures proposed by Song Beiyun were rejected when the left and right were the same. It was just because the links involved were in conflict with the current civil service system of the Song Dynasty. Although it was a good way to intervene in warehousing, transportation, relief, and disaster relief, it was a kind of overstepping power for civil servants. Therefore, even the Duke of Zuo did not agree with this proposal, which would lead to further division of civil and military forces. It would be the right thing to keep the current balance temporarily.

Fortunately, these days of rest and recuperation have restored a lot of vitality to the Song Dynasty, and these losses can still be withstood. However, the strange weather since the beginning of winter made Zhao Xing realize that if the weather continues to be abnormal next year, the grain production reduction in the next five years may be a foregone conclusion.

"Okay, don't talk about this." Song Beiyun waved his hand and said, "Pray that God blesses the Song Dynasty."

"If the heaven is truly blessed by the Song Dynasty, the Song Dynasty will not stop there." Zhao Xing sighed: "Can beef be eaten?"

"It's OK."

I picked up a piece of fat beef brisket and put it in the dipping sauce for a while, then placed it on my mouth and blew it down and cooled down.

"By the way." Zhao Xing hadn't eaten a bite, but suddenly raised his head: "How many months does Jin Ling'er give birth?"

"There is about one month left." Xiao Song calculated roughly: "After getting married, you will have a baby after you get married."

"Oh?" Zhao Xing touched his chin: "What should I do? She is not easy to get married with a big belly."

"Of course this has been arranged long ago." Xiao Song yawned: "You can just pretend that this kind of thing is not known."

"It's easy to say."

Zhao Xing nodded with satisfaction and continued to eat. After two hours of a meal, the king and his ministers were all happy.

At the end of the meal, Zhao Xing didn't even have the desire to walk, and leaned against the chair and gasped.

"By the way, your method is really useful. Yesterday, news came from the Liao Kingdom that Yelu Fo Baonu had withdrawn from Yinshan and was garrisoning grain for winter in Datong." Zhao Xing suddenly seemed to have thought of something funny: "They have nothing to say about the matter of not sending troops."

"Of course there is nothing to say." Xiao Song laughed: "If we can let her buy food, she should be grateful. She still hopes that our people will be cannon fodder for them? Dreaming! She is the only one who is smart in the world, but she will plot?"

"Okay, okay, with a traitor like you, I won't worry about the Liao Kingdom being cheated." Zhao Xing said with a smile: "The Golden Horde has also submitted a letter of state to question me why I had issued a manifesto, and I didn't even return."

"It's right not to go back. The Golden Horde is not yet a solid piece. The various tribes still have some grudges in their hearts. In addition, the Jin Dynasty was frozen in Baitou Mountain by the severe cold this year, and the northern Goryeo Li Dynasty was also ready to move. If a Golden Horde wants to go to war with the Song and Liao, they have to consider their own weight. Although they are grasslanders, they are not barbarians. They are also brains and wise, and they are not low."

"Well..." Yan Shu nodded: "It's just that the article in the market is so hateful. He calls the people on the grassland like a savage drinking Mao Ru blood, but I don't know how many efforts we have spent to deal with it."

"Whatever the market says, it's up to them. It doesn't matter. As long as Mr. Zhao doesn't think so." Xiao Song pointed to Zhao Xing who was squinting next to him with chopsticks: "You still expect those ignorant literati who think they are at the center of the world to think of other places as good places? Isn't arrogance a manifestation of ignorance? How can those who are soaked in the gentle village of Jiangnan know the tenacity of the desert north?"

This is not because Xiao Song destroyed his ambition. He has given Zhao Xing a vaccination repeatedly. Who is the most difficult in the world? It must be the grassland. He and Miaoyan spent five classes to explain the basic theory of geopolitics to Zhao Xing. Mr. Zhao is now studying the course of international politics, and Yan Shu has also made a lot of progress as his attendant these days.

Zhao Xing is not very concerned about Lao Wai's Neck Tree now. He is working hard to become a king with great ambitions. Therefore, in addition to daily work, he often discusses with Xiao Song and Xiao Yan with some strange ideas, and even set up a study group. Zhao Xing himself named it - Qinglong National Affairs Study Class.

Xiao Song is not a tutor, and he also learned a lot during this discussion, because his philosophy sometimes becomes too idealistic or too advanced. After Zhao Xing and Yan Shu join, Xiao Song's thinking pattern becomes more and more flexible and changeable.

As for Yan Shu, if Xiao Song had not appeared, he would have been the talent of the prime minister and a top smart person in the Song Dynasty. The appearance of Xiao Song did not mean that his existence was suppressed, but that Yan Shu's thinking path and knowledge had increased. Now he is still the top smart person in the Song Dynasty.

Then Mr. Zhao... how to say it, in fact, he knew that his talent was limited, but this could not stop him from learning from the smartest people in the Song Dynasty, especially the smartest people in the Song Dynasty were his own subjects, and this unpretentious king even allowed these two people to say some so-called ruthless words. It is precisely because of this that Mr. Zhao became the fastest growing among the three.

Because the foundation is low...

"By the way." Zhao Xing slowly raised his head: "Dream of Red Mansions, are you going to change or not? It's been half a month since I've been going to do anything at night and I have to go through the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Also, your dog is actually writing about the rebellion of Liangshan? Are you crazy?"

"Isn't that in Shandong, in the territory of Liao." Xiao Song sat there with his head tilted and shook his feet: "But don't spread the word that thing, just take a look."

"Then you're more!" Zhao Xing slapped the table: "It's not even more, it's hanging in half, it's very itchy!"

Song Beiyun yawned: "Tomorrow will definitely be."

At this time, the Buddha Baonu, who was practicing military cultivation in Datong, was sitting by the city wall, looking at the desolate outside the city, holding a frozen rice ball in his hand, eating with his eyes blankly. The more than a month of conquest made her physically and mentally exhausted. She thought she could attack Huanglong this time, but she never thought that Song Guo had played such a trick.

This forced her to retreat to Yinshan and defend Datong again, missing a chance to seal the wolf and walk on Yinshan. She knew that this kind of thing must have been made by the dog, but she had no way to do it, because neither moral nor national politics could be blamed.

She was used to it, and she seemed to be unable to win the bastard no matter what. She was too lazy to think about why she was like this. She just knew that the rice and flour in her hand were even cheaper than those sold by her own merchants. This was one of the few good things that dogs did.

"Your Highness, it's very windy outside."

The guard walked forward, bent down and said to the Buddha Baonu, "Go back first."

Fo Baonu shook his head and took off his armor: "You said, can we get through this winter?"

"Yes, surely."

"It's very difficult. If the Golden Horde is given room for maneuver, they will come." Fo Baonu was already a little desperate: "If I die on the battlefield, you will bring my body back to Liao Kingdom no matter what."

"Your Highness..."
Chapter completed!