This woman was the sister of Brother Yusheng's classmate when she was in Luzhou. They met on the night of the Lantern Festival. At that time, the woman gave Yusheng a roll of square scarf. Later, it seemed that the family despised Yusheng's family was just a farmhouse, so they did not agree to their relationship again.

After a flash, it was seven years. When we met again, the woman was married as a wife, but she became a widow because of an accident in her husband. However, Yu Sheng, who had once looked down upon by her family, was already an important official who had walked from a fourth-rank to the study.

It was a trance that he had been in the east and west for thirty years. If he had been put on others, he would have to laugh at him. But Yusheng would not do this kind of stingy matter. After asking, he realized that this woman was not doing well. Although her husband was once a wealthy family, she owed a large debt before her death. Although the debt has been paid off, this woman with a good family is already poor and is now taking care of the shop in a cloth spinning room.

"Is there anyone else at home?" Yu Sheng asked with concern: "I have been classmates with Brother Liu for ten years, so I should take care of you."

"Young Master Kuang..." When talking about this, the woman cried: "My brother passed away three years ago, and only me and a daughter were left in the family."

Xiao Song crossed his legs next to him: "Tell me, what do you want?"

Yu Sheng turned around and glared at Song Beiyun, Xiao Song shrank his neck and smiled embarrassedly: "Just kidding..."

But Yu Sheng turned around and comforted, "If you have any concerns this time, you can tell me. I never thought that you could meet old friends in Chang'an."

"Thank you, Mr. Kuang, for your kindness. I didn't make any requests. I just suddenly saw Mr. Kuang, and all the past was inevitable." The woman wiped her tears: "If it were my parents back then..."

Brother Yusheng turned around and smiled bitterly at Song Beiyun, while Song Beiyun just turned his head to the side and spread his hands silently...

Seeing that it was getting late, Song Beiyun simply proposed to invite him to dinner. After all, this was Brother Yusheng's old friend, and the little lady was always sad and seemed to have a lot of things to say to Yusheng.

Judging from her temperament and appearance, even after being tortured by life for so long, she is still a great appearance. If you calculate her age, it should be Brother Yusheng's first love.

I met a first love that was not very satisfactory in a foreign land more than two thousand miles away. This kind of plot really only appears in books. Song Beiyun felt that it was unreasonable to invite someone to have a meal. The girl he liked in high school back then was in the same city, but he never met again until he traveled here.

It’s hard to explain this thing.

However, the woman was tactful and refused to let Yusheng do it. Instead, she invited them to the house. Yusheng was not very willing. After all, it was not nice to go to the widow's sect, but Song Beiyun was extremely bad, so he agreed to Yusheng directly.

"You guys talk first, I'll buy some wine and food." Xiao Song hummed a song and went to the next restaurant to order food.

While waiting for the dishes, Yusheng came over and looked at Song Beiyun with amusement and tears: "You boy!"

"Brother, why are you so cold?" Xiao Song leaned on the stage and waited for the meal, saying in a teasing tone: "I am the first girl to hand you a handkerchief. If you guessed correctly, it would be the roll of square scarf hanging in your room, right? Look at you, you have treasured it for many years, and now you meet again. Besides, I am an orphan and widowed mother. So what if you go over and see if you need help, just help me. After all, even if you don't care about your first love, you will be at least concerned about your classmates. His brother has already gone. Don't you have to take care of this girl on behalf of his brother in the future?"

Yusheng poked Song Beiyun's head with his hand: "You said that the dead are all alive and the widowed, how can we men come to visit?"

"What are you afraid of? To put it bluntly, in Chang'an, I am the king of heaven. You, Kuang Yusheng, snorted, and I have done him." Song Beiyun said with his ears, "Do you have a ghost in your heart?"

Brother Yu Sheng blinked his sleeves: "Don't talk nonsense!"

"That's it. If you are in a good position, what are you afraid of? If you meet an old friend in a foreign land, you can't find it."

Song Beiyun's mouth was able to fight the representatives of the forty-two countries alone at the negotiating table, and he was just what he said, and it was hard to pick it up.

"Besides, if you really leave, if they have a big or small relationship, you are sorry for your classmates. Do you want to give money? What's the point of giving money? Give it to you or to be kind? Brother, you are not in line with the way of a gentleman."

Yusheng was angry and laughed by this boy: "Look at you, I just have a bad spirit in my heart. Is it because I say a few words to you that you are holding a grudge?"

"How can it be?" Song Beiyun saw that the food had been wrapped in lotus leaves, so he patted the money on the counter, carrying the food, wine and water in one hand and pushing Brother Yusheng: "Brother, I sing wine as a song, life is like morning dew, and the days are more painful."

"you……"

Without even giving Yu Sheng a chance to argue, Song Beiyun pushed him to the woman waiting outside.

There was actually nothing particularly interesting about having dinner at night. After knowing Yusheng's current identity, the woman was a little nervous, but Song Beiyun found that in this fear and fear, the light in her eyes reappeared.

So, sometimes, it is impossible to blame the dog man entirely. When the dog man reaches a certain level, his attraction will be greatly increased. Song Beiyun knew this feeling. Now it was Yusheng's turn. Anyway, as long as everyone can't say whoever, Song Beiyun will not be taught a lesson in the future.

As for Guanyinnu, what is the matter between Song Beiyun and Xiao Song, Brother Yusheng’s life is too boring. He works every day, so he will die early.

However, Yusheng is not Song Beiyun. Even if he really likes him, he will be polite. What's more, he is just a fellow villager to this woman now, and he has no relationship between men and women. So he really eats a meal. After dinner, he says that if he has any needs, he will go to him directly, and then... there is nothing else.

This disappointed Song Beiyun, really...

"Brother, I'm tempted."

"Oh? Then move." Yusheng said with a stern face: "If you want to do such a thing again, I will ask my mother to beat you up."

"I dare not..."

Thinking that he almost made Yu Sheng angry, Xiao Song didn't dare to make trouble anymore, but he made up his mind.

Early the next morning, he ordered people to go to the college, saying that he might have to welcome the Khan of the Grassland in the future, and all the students on the grassland had no rest. They had to stay in the college for reinforcement learning until the end of the New Year.

The little princess who heard this news almost fainted, and all the grassland students were also lost, and they could see that they had lost their vitality to the naked eye...

After finally not having to deal with this annoying sperm, Song Beiyun finally felt relieved. After all, it was the end of the year and there were a lot of things.

In the blink of an eye, nearly half a month later, the month before the New Year was the assessment month. Not only did the people in Jinling come down to take the assessment, but the various prefectures also need to conduct summary assessments.

It would be very annoying that Song Beiyun would have to read their year-end summary and write his own year-end summary...

"This year, the total output of fresh cotton in the Western Xia and Western Regions is nearly one million kilograms, but it still cannot meet the needs of all parties. The output is expected to increase to one.5 million kilograms next year."

"It's only five hundred tons..." Xiao Song touched his chin after hearing the report: "Is the output so low?"

It seems that 500 tons is a lot, but after the dehydration, drying and other processes, the 500 tons can be left with 300 tons, which is enough. To meet the needs of the people of the whole country, a 100 million yuan must be added to the end of 300.

"Yes...but it is increasing year by year. Next year, all forages and cotton will be eliminated and replaced by cotton. The countries in the Western Regions have also followed." The official in charge of weaving reported: "If you sell the textile machine, we will switch to purchasing finished products."

The official was puzzled: "If so, our profit margin would be pitiful."

"You have a longer-term vision." Song Beiyun waved his hand and said, "But it is 20% less gross profit. But think about it if it was the Western Xia and many nobles in the Western Regions found that the finished product could make more money, they would definitely work hard to grow cotton. If there is more cotton, the price will naturally fall. We give them a relatively constant purchase price and charge it at this price every year. It is your business to lower the price. In order to make money, they will pioneer the market by themselves."

Xiao Song twisted his two fingers a few times: "Think about how much manpower and time it takes to pioneer the world."

"Yes, Lord Song."

Then the person who came to report on the work was responsible for water conservancy, probably about the renovation of the Chang'an section of the Wei River. Song Beiyun always gave enough money, but one premise was that as long as he found that he was unqualified, he would take it from top to bottom to the bottom to the bottom. Even Song Beiyun publicly told them that he would give them a chance to make a fortune, but if he made such a fortune, he, Song, would let them not even burn ingots and candles.

The person who reported the work in the end was responsible for the military preparations. This is the highlight of Chang'an, because Chang'an is a special zone of military and political integration, which is why people say that Song Beiyun is the real chief official of the Northwest King.

Military reform has begun here. The Chang'an defenders had originally had a total of 273,000 troops, but now there are less than 70,000 people left after being streamlined, but the number of logistics has tripled. Most of the soldiers who have been streamlined have entered the workshop and have been assigned in place. Officers at all levels have even given special approvals to allow them to have their own land or workshop.

"Well, this is a good job." Song Beiyun nodded and said, "I only have three high requirements for the army. The supply must be high, the salary must be high, and the training level must be high. The military spending of more than 200,000 people is spent on these 70,000 people. If you still can't raise elite soldiers, don't blame me for punishing you next year. Also, political commissars at all levels must be in place. Everyone must remember that they are not me, Song Beiyun's soldiers, but Song Beiyun's soldiers. Whoever dares to make trouble, I will take up his head. This is a military order."

At this moment, a notice came suddenly outside. The guard at the door lowered his voice and said to the messenger: "You are not afraid of death! Lord Song is having a meeting here."
Chapter completed!