"Nothing!"

Song Beiyun, who had just gotten up early, had just sent Han Ji's return team away and returned to the yamen for handover, but what he got was a secret letter sent ten days ago.

The content inside showed that Song Beiyun was leaping straight into the blue veins, and he almost overturned the table at that time, because when Song Beiyun first set off for Chang'an in Liao Kingdom, Zhao Xing summoned Wan Min to give another speech.

The content of this speech was so rebellious that Song Beiyun wanted to give the dog emperor a concussion.

"If you encounter a bad official, you will kill him; if you encounter a foolish emperor, you will be the opposite."

This is the central idea of ​​Zhao Xing's speech. Song Beiyun didn't know why the ministers in the court could allow the emperor to say such words. Didn't he dig his own grave?

Isn’t this encouragement of rebellion? Song Beiyun worked hard to quell the rebellion and reform it, just to eliminate treason, Zhao Xing’s damn…

Xiao Song sat there so much that his chest was undulating and he couldn't say a word. The counselor at the bottom came up curiously and asked, and Xiao Song handed him the secret letter. After reading the counselor, his face was pale and he exclaimed in disbelief.

It happened that Xu Li learned that Song Beiyun was back and came to visit him specially. He saw the Marquis who had expanded his territory and was so angry that his teeth were trembling.

"This is?"

Xiao Song had no words to say anymore, but just handed the secret letter to Xu Li. After reading it, Xu Li was calm and calm: "It's just because of this? I have no fault in seeing the official family."

"That's right? That's right?"

"Of course there is nothing wrong." Xu Li sat in front of Song Beiyun, and Song Chao's subordinates nodded, and immediately the only two of them were left in the room.

"Brother." Xu Li smiled and put superstition on the table: "Why are you losing the impulse as you grow older? Isn't the official going forward according to your ideas?"

"It's my idea to encourage rebellion?"

"No." Xu Li shook his head and said, "This is his warning to the bureaucracy. What he said is, 'I can sacrifice my life to play with you and see who will die in the end'."

Xiao Song's eyelids twitched, he glanced at Xu Li, then moved his eyes to the letter, looked carefully for a while, and knocked the letter: "The willful Emperor."

"He should be a poet." Xu Li smiled and said, "Fortunately, with a powerful minister like you, it is not a good thing for a poet to take charge of the country. But the poet and the emperor are more powerful ministers, probably this is God blessing China."

Song Beiyun chuckled, but stopped talking about the topic: "Xu Li, do you know what to do if you want to come this time?"

"Spend money."

Xu Li tilted his head and looked at Song Beiyun: "Is it?"

"Yes." Xiao Song nodded and said, "This expense is enough to consume all the wealth of your Xu family. Are you happy?"

Xu Li laughed: "Come on."

After a while of brainwashing, Song Beiyun revealed his plan to build a road. Xu Li was a person who dealt with money all day long. He roughly estimated that he had no experience and trial and error for the first time. The estimated value was about 450 million yuan, which was about the same as Song Beiyun's rough estimate.

Of course, Xu Li naturally could not invest money directly. What he wanted to do was to open a cement factory and fire cement on a large scale. There was also investment in logistics supply. Once these new industries were built, they would consume all the hoarding funds of the entire Xu family.

Transforming that huge financial resources into social driving force will allow the entire Chang'an industry to enter a new stage.

Xiao Song finally knows why he will be crazy about infrastructure in the future. Infrastructure is really a good means of secondary distribution of social resources, which can greatly prevent wealth from snowballing in the hands of a certain person or a group.

This path can make the Xu family spend money overnight, and whether it is the construction of the factory or the subsequent output, it requires money. This money is fed back to society through these industrial chains. When the people have money, they will have more taxes. With more taxes, they can continue to carry out infrastructure. From merchants to the people to the treasury and then to merchants, a cycle has formed. In this cycle, money is still the money, but the road comes out, industry becomes rich, and the people are rich.

With money, you can support scientists. With scientists, you can point out new skill trees. If you click on new skills, you can build new things, and then enter a new cycle.

"Then make up like this, you can arrange the rest."

"Yes." Xiao Song nodded and said, "I still have to discuss with the Prince of Runan. After all, it was jointly built by Song and Liao."

"I'm afraid I'll look for me there too." Xu Li shrugged: "No Liao merchant can fight."

Otherwise, working hard will never keep up with talent. If you have a genius like Xu Li, you won’t know how many people can work hard for many years. How could there be a creature like genius in this world!?

When they went out with Xu Li, they drank some wine outside, talked about interesting stories about Song and Liao, and then went home.

When Song Beiyun returned home, he actually had nothing to do. He just handed over today and had three days left to officially start work.

In the afternoon, he first took his son and Zuo Rou to fish, and when he came back, he played chess with Jin Ling'er, practiced boxing and kicking with Qiaoyun, and finally talked with Biluo about the construction of the Liao Dynasty's underground information network.

In such a family joy, it is at night. At night, he is also leisurely, holding the child and watching the four people play mahjong, and then giving advice to the country.

"Go and go, play outside, don't bother me here." Zuo Rou is a chess player, but she is addicted to people and vegetables. She was annoyed by Song Beiyun. She ignited four cannons in a row and drove Song Beiyun out in anger: "Get out!"

Xiao Song had no choice but to bring the child to the yard. The father and son sat on the swing, looking at the stars in the sky with their eyes blankly, from their expressions, their eyebrows, eyes, and facial features were almost all carved from the same mold.

"Dad."

"ah?"

"Nothing happens."

Xiao Song turned his head to look at his son. He had long known that his son was smart but very twisted and still deserved a beating. Today he finally saw that his little eyes that were worthy of his beating made people feel itchy and he wanted to beat him up.

"Dad."

"Fuck me, you'd better say something serious to me, otherwise I'll beat my child on a rainy day, anyway, I'll be idle."

"You can't hit me." The little bastard raised his chin: "I'm the royal bloodline, even if you are my father, you can't hit me."

Then he got beaten up.

After the beating, he walked into the room crying and came to Jin Ling'er, crying even more fiercely: "Mom... Daddy beat me."

"Song Beiyun!" Jin Ling'er pushed the card: "Do you owe it? Why do you hit the child?"

Xiao Song walked in with the rattan: "Ask him."

Gangdan talked about the cause and effect of the matter to Jin Ling'er, and said pitifully with a snot on his nose: "What the sir said."

"Oh, then you deserve it." Jin Ling'er continued to code the card: "Chunxiang."

The maid next to him stepped forward: "At."

"Disable that gentleman tomorrow." Jin Ling'er whispered: "If you let him continue to teach, my son will become a playboy in the capital."

At this time, Xiao Song walked in and sat next to him and patted his son's shoulder: "Brother, you are so tender when you play this trick with me. When I play a rogue, you haven't even formed a shape."

"Go and go." Jin Ling'er pushed him: "You should die if you speak without any restraint in front of your child."

Biluo, who was used to seeing Song Beiyun's domineering and domineering side outside, couldn't help laughing for the first time when he saw him at home. Xiao Song grabbed his son in his hand and lifted it up: "Your father wants to give you a bath."

"Mom, help..."

As the call for help gradually drifted away, Zuo Rou suddenly raised her head: "Fuck, someone has been dealt with by the little devil in the world!"

"That's what, the big devil is back." Jin Ling'er raised a card: "When she thought of me, she laughed out loud, four tubes."

Xiao Song didn't know how many disasters this child had brought to this place. He was only a three-year-old child, but the degree of disgust of gods and ghosts was definitely a disaster. It was useless to mix doubles with Jin Ling'er and Zuo Rou on weekdays, but he was just being held in Xiao Song's hands and obedient.

He said strange things, Xiao Song could say something stranger than him. He would not dare to scold him, and bully others by relying on his identity, and would be beaten again. Anyway, Gangdan was really helpless when he saw his father.

"You go outside and listen to it. Your father, Song Beiyun, is a little slut like you who can do anything?" Song Beiyun was bathing his son while bullying him: "When you go up to ninety-nine, you can just leave, who wouldn't tremble when you hear my name?"

"Dad bragged." Gangdan pursed: "I have heard from people that you don't have any ability, you just cling to your mother's relationship, and even you have bought your official position."

"I bought it from my official position?" Xiao Song snatched the towel behind his back: "Who did you say it, let me deal with him."

"If you don't tell me, you can't tell me."

Xiao Song spat, but didn't think much about it. It must be the gossip of the neighbors around him that the child heard, but so what? Everyone in the world knows that he is a famous scholar and minister, but his son thinks that his official position was bought, which is a joke.

After the father and son took a shower, he carried his son out and sat on a stool watching the girls playing mahjong. Song Beiyun looked up and said casually: "In the past two years, I no longer have to take care of government affairs."

"What are you going to do?" Jin Ling'er looked up and said, "Who cares about government affairs?"

"Let me find something to do for you. If you do, let Biluo help you. Don't be careful of her young and powerful." Xiao Song gently patted his son to coax him to bed: "I'm going to start catching workshops and research institutes, speed up the skills book."

"Okay, I'm still idle anyway." Jin Ling'er sighed: "Is my father in good health?"

"If the days go well, I will find a way to bring the prince and the princess."

"real?"
Chapter completed!