"I'll be here for the time being today."

After Song Beiyun distributed the documents to the envoys, he walked up to them and clasped his fists in turn: "The future is promising."

Many envoys have obtained many projects, which can gradually make them seek poverty in the next few decades, but at the same time... they also know that from this moment on, they will never be able to break free from the giant beast of the Song Dynasty.

"By the way, there will be a dedicated person to negotiate on the ore matters of several envoys from the Western Regions. You can stay in Chang'an for a few more days."

Although the envoys were quite afraid of the Song State, they were sincerely admiring Song Beiyun's political means and personal charm. This person was even older than a few of their sons, but they were top-notch in terms of diplomatic means and manners, and almost impeccable.

After many envoys left, the envoys from the grassland were not moving for a long time. When Song Beiyun was about to leave, he stood up and came to Song Beiyun, saluted slowly and said, "Mr. Song, please stay."

"Oh." Song Beiyun responded, and asked after returning the gift: "What's the matter?"

"Can you take a step to speak?"

The messenger circled around and invited Song Beiyun to a quiet teahouse not far away. He obviously inquired about Song Beiyun's hobbies and even clicked on Song Beiyun's favorite Fuliang Xianzhi.

"It's so. The Khan hopes to invite Lord Song to visit the grassland when spring is in full bloom." The envoy said solemnly: "There was a gap between the Golden Horde and the Song State, but after all, it's time to change. In the future, the grassland hopes to have more cooperation with Chang'an to cultivate the beauty of generations."

Xiao Song chuckled and said, "I have always admired the vast world of the grassland, but... I have been busy with official duties, and the road to Shangdu is three thousand miles away. I'm afraid..."

"That's true, but the Khan still hoped that Lord Song could come in person." The envoy took out a letter from his arms: "This is a letter from the Khan asked me to pass it on to Lord Song."

Song Beiyun took the letter and read it carefully. The letter was written in the tone of the Khan of the Grassland. Putting aside some polite words, the Khan of the Grassland hoped that Song Beiyun could go to the grassland to negotiate future cooperation in person, including the expansion of industries such as grain, workshops, animal husbandry, etc.

It can be seen that this Khan actually hopes to make his people eat, drink, wear and clothing. After all, the grasslands are really too poor now, and the tribes close to the south are better. The people on the grasslands in the north are really living, neither human nor ghost, wilderness, primitive, poor and backward.

The Khan of the Grassland was a nobleman and knowledgeable. In his letter, he said that he admired the rule of the Song Dynasty and hoped to communicate in depth.

"Transfer my gratitude to Dahan for me. He really respects me, Mr. Song." Xiao Song smiled and put the letter in his arms, and solemnly picked up the teacup: "I respect Dahan for this cup."

In fact, Xiao Song did have the intention to go to Mobei, but the journey was too long, and the other was that he couldn't separate himself from here, and all kinds of businesses were carried out one after another, and he was unable to do anything.

As for safety, he was not worried about this. Although the people on the grassland were fierce, their confidence in their promises was definitely top-notch, especially those of the Khanate Khan. As long as he did something miserable, the people below would be able to break up the stall.

"Then wait for Master Song to be good news." The messenger smiled and stood up to offer tea to Song Beiyun: "I also thank you for your help to the grassland. I have also visited some workers from the Khanate to Chang'an before. Lord Song is indeed a trustworthy person."

Xiao Song smiled and said, "It should be like this."

More than 20,000 workers on the grassland have now gone through the first stage of training and have begun to work in some positions one after another. They have paid equal work and lived with the Han people, and have not been abused or insulted. This actually touched the messenger, because this can be said to be an unprecedented encounter.

Moreover, in the past, people in the Central Plains always regarded the grassland as barbarians and savages, and many people in the grassland did not do personnel, but now the grassland people are trying to change their image. Chang'an is like a window to show their original appearance. This opportunity is indeed very rare.

After saying goodbye to Song Beiyun, the grassland messenger was about to set off to respond to the sweat. When he passed by the cannons displayed on the roadside, he smiled bitterly and shook his head, sighed softly, and turned around and left.

At this point, the business talks were completely over, and there were some details of the follow-up meetings that were coordinated by the Chang'an Economic and Trade Department. However, the time of the exhibition was extended and lasted until the end of the year. Every day, there were convoys back and forth in the Chang'an city gate. These convoys transported specialties from various countries here and then transported the treasures of Song State out, which was very lively.

Every newcomer to Chang'an saw the first sight of the giant cannon array, which was shocked.

In addition to these foreigners, the locals in Chang'an are also discussing this military parade. Since the prosperous Tang Dynasty, Chang'an has suffered too much and suffered too many grievances. Once upon a time, they were called bad people by the Xixia people and regarded as inferior people by foreigners. But now everything has changed. They can raise their heads and chests, and say "What are you?" in front of any outsider.

Many of them don’t understand why the Song Dynasty is so powerful now but chooses to live in peace with those foreign races. Shouldn’t they carry cannons to blow them up, until they are bloody.

But they also knew that they couldn't get into such a thing, so some idle people started to scold Song Beiyun, saying that he was a softie. Song Beiyun actually knew these remarks. But he didn't care at all, because these laymen were understandable, and they didn't care about them at all, but instead lowered their own level.

"I don't have much time." Xiao Song was lying on the teahouse at this moment and looked at Chang'an City under his head: "Life is less than a hundred years old, and I always have a thousand years of worry. The past is clouds and rain, and the meaning is like a hill. The sage has become the soil, and the soil has become the current of the sea. But in my dreams, I often feel it. "

The person standing beside him was Xiaoyu. Xiaoyu never talked much nonsense, but just responded and stopped talking. Song Beiyun's words were obviously said to him. He now deeply felt why the kings have sought immortality in ancient times. Longevity may not be because they cannot let go of power, but because they are incompetent in career.

Every career is based on five years. How many decades can a person have in his life? Twenty is very young, but in a blink of an eye it is thirty, and after thirty it is forty. However, even when he reaches fifty, he is only the fifth and sixth five-year plan.

The goal of the fifth five-year plan is to complete the national illiteracy eradication rate of 60%.

He had been thinking for a long time whether he could see a helicopter in his lifetime, but now it seems like nothing more than a waste of time. Even if he tried his best, he would just take the time to take detours. Some things that could not be taken shortcuts still need to be taken one step at a time, such as education, and cleaning up old rivers and mountains.

"master!"

At this time, Jin Ling'er's maid ran over hurriedly, and she wiped the sweat from her head: "I've found you."

Song Beiyun turned around: "What's wrong?"

"You should go home quickly. The princess said that if you don't go back, the roof will be lifted."

Xiao Song didn't know what happened, and hurriedly followed: "What happened?"

The maid sighed and said with some displeasure: "It's not the Emperor of Liao... a woman, she cries and makes trouble when she comes to her house, and she can't even coax her. I don't know how you offended her, it's true."

"Okay." Xiao Song patted her head: "Stop complaining."

"Is it okay for me to complain... Master~"

"Yes, yes, you complain." Song Beiyun walked home with his hands behind his back: "I'd better go back and take a look."

When Song Beiyun returned home, he entered the inner hall and saw Fo Baonu sitting there crying. Jin Ling'er next to him was also confused and didn't know how to persuade him.

After seeing Song Beiyun, Fo Baonu cried even harder, and turned around and ignored him while crying.

Seeing her appearance, Jin Ling'er quickly stood up and pulled Song Beiyun aside: "What did you do? She cried when she came to her house. Those who didn't know thought she was suffering a huge grievance."

Song Beiyun sighed with his waist and told Jin Ling'er about what happened yesterday. After hearing this, Jin Ling'er also sighed slowly: "I think it's difficult for you to come here."

"Who said no?"

"You can't control that thing!" Jin Ling'er hit Song Beiyun and said angrily: "If you don't sit in your arms for a while, how could you do today?"

"What's the use of saying this now..." Xiao Song spread his hands: "I promise there will be no future."

Jin Ling'er glanced at him, pulled him in front of him, leaned into his ear and started whispering.

After hearing this, Song Beiyun widened his eyes: "This is OK?"

"You can do what I said." Jin Ling'er nodded and said, "I don't understand the great way of your emperor, but governing the country is just like governing the family. If you don't give your things a symmetrical approach, no one will be happy."

"But this thing is the foundation of the country! How can I give it?" Song Beiyun said with a smile and cry: "You are so good, you are the princess of Song State."

"My father fought a war for a lifetime and won a lifetime, but so what? In the end, he just demolished the east and west walls. Don't you want the Central Plains to unify and govern the world together?" Jin Ling'er raised her chin and smiled, "If you can't do it, let the children do it."

Song Beiyun smiled bitterly and shook his head: "You don't know where the affection comes from between the palaces."

"What if all these children were taught by you?" Jin Ling'er poked his head: "Come to Chang'an with the prince of Song and Liao."

"This..." Xiao Song was amused: "How could this happen."

"If you have dates or not, you will be beaten three times." Jin Ling'er put her waist on her waist: "My emperor brother trusts you more than anyone in the world, and he will not object. And how many children are you, Song Beiyun, who is known as the national sage in the world, can't teach you?"

"Then..." Xiao Song was silent for a moment: "I'll go and try it?"

"When I go and tell my elder brother, he will agree. You must finalize the other end of the Buddha Baonu. I don't believe that you have taught it in the next three generations, so what else can you do?" Jin Ling'er said firmly and resolutely: "As for someone who opposes, you can come to the door and question it. How can you find someone who is more talented than you in the world?"

"You really respect me..."
Chapter completed!