It’s really not that I, Song Beiyun, is a petty father... it’s your biological daughter, who is a pervert with a distorted personality.

Although Song Beiyun had a hundred ways to refuse the request of King Fu, he saw that his temples were gray, and when he first met him, people in their forties and fifties were still as tall as in their thirties, but now they are old for only a few years. Every time this happens, Xiao Song feels unbearable. After all, the prince is not only his father-in-law but also his master. Although they have some conflicts, the old man takes care of himself and his father is just like this.

So I couldn't say the words to my mouth. Although I was annoyed when I saw Zhao Cheng, I just treated it as giving King Fu a face.

Before going to the workshop, Xiao Song went to the Queen Mother's place, told her about Da Song's recent updates, and brought her today's newspaper.

When the Empress Dowager heard that Xixia was surrendering and Dali Baiyue surrendered, of course she could not have imagined that Song Beiyun was so comprehensive. She just felt happy in her heart. She sat there and said, "I have a bright future", with her eyes much gentler.

"Empress, haven't you noticed any difference here?"

When the empress dowager heard this, she looked around and looked for a long time before she found that the guards who usually guarded her were gone.

"Yes, what about those guards?"

"In the future, the Empress can go out for activities." Song Beiyun took out Zhao Xing's handwritten letter from his arms: "The first person to forgive the world is the Empress."

"Oh... I told Xing'er that this general amnesty cannot be forgiven casually. How can those who violate the law and those who are extremely vicious?

"The Empress looked carefully and found that there were seven pardons and seven pardons." Song Beiyun smiled and said, "Treason, rebellion, evil rebellion, unrighteousness, unfiliality, unrighteousness, and civil strife."

"But I..."

"What did the Empress say? The Empress is simply blinded by bad people. The Empress is not serving sentences but thinking about her mistakes." Song Beiyun smiled and took out the silver notes from her arms: "Empress, this is what the official asked me to hand it over to you. From today on, the Empress will be free. I have a small courtyard in the northern city. If the Empress does not dislike it, I will arrange someone to sort it out and give the Empress a few more commanders."

"Ah...I..." The Queen Mother was so excited that she was a little incoherent, but then she cried.

"Okay, Empress. I should go and do whatever you need."

Watching Song Beiyun leave, the empress dowager stood in the yard for a long time without moving, but soon she pressed the bill against the wall with a stone, put on the monk's hat again, and struggled to carry a bucket of water into the backyard and began to water the vegetables.

After Song Beiyun delivered the letter, he immediately went back to the house. Today, Zuo Rou and the others were not there. Because it was the life sacrifice of the Empress Dowager, she was also going to be there as a princess, so Song Beiyun couldn't even find someone to cover up, so he could only bite the bullet and go to Zhao Cheng.

Zhao Cheng, maybe Song Beiyun was so fierce last time that it hurt her self-esteem. It was more than just a sluggish these days. It looked like a different person. His cheeks were thin and his whole body was soft. What I knew was that Zhao Cheng didn’t know was the mature version of Lin Daiyu.

"No, Sister Orange." Song Beiyun walked up to her bowl and took a look: "Don't you eat?"

Zhao Cheng, who was lying there, heard that it was Song Beiyun who came, but he didn't say anything. He just turned over and rushed towards the wall.

"It's not worth it, really." Song Beiyun walked up to look at Zhao Cheng's back and big butt: "You, even the prince was alarmed. Why bother?"

Zhao Cheng still didn't speak, while Song Beiyun hugged his arm and said, "I will take you out to relax in the name of the prince. Are you following me consciously, or will I carry you away?"

"Get out!"

"To be honest, I can't provoke you if I don't provoke you, but the prince is old and he feels sorry for you. I don't want to see an old man with white hair begging me pitifully." Song Beiyun began to pinch his finger joints: "I count to three, if you don't get up, I will take you as pork."

"one"

Zhao Cheng was unmoved, as if Mount Tai collapsed before it did not change its color.

"two"

She turned her head and frowned and looked at Song Beiyun, her eyes full of disgust, but her body subconsciously shrank towards the wall.

"Three" Song Beiyun finished speaking, and he lifted his sleeves: "I'm not polite."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and picked up Zhao Cheng like a pig, and fought against him on his shoulder.

"Let me down! I'm calling someone!"

"You shout." Song Beiyun smiled disdainfully: "Around ten miles, you can try to see who dares to stop me."

Zhao Cheng shouted in a hoarse voice, and the guards outside rushed in immediately, but when they saw that Song Beiyun was carrying this aunt, they immediately whistled and pretended to be blind: "Oh? Are you weird? Is it strange? It's time to see Dragon Boat Festival, but it doesn't rain. I'm afraid it's going to be a severe drought this year."

"Yeah yeah."

Song Beiyun passed by them with a smile, while Zhao Cheng grabbed one of the guards' clothes. He reacted faster than lightning, and threw the clothes out of Zhao Cheng's hands with a swing.

At this moment, Zhao Cheng's eyes were full of despair. She wanted to struggle, but she, who was already weak, had been hungry for so long, so she was not the opponent of the strong Song Gou.

"Be honest!" Song Beiyun pinched her legs hard: "Shut up!"

Zhao Cheng felt pain and screamed. The sore and swollen feeling made her cry on the spot. She turned her head and wanted to bite Song Beiyun, but her chin was removed with a click.

"Did you forget that I am a doctor? I am Menqing in the structure of the human body. If you struggle, I will remove your arms and legs. Then let you know what it means to do whatever you want."

Zhao Cheng didn't dare to move anymore. She knew that this bastard could do anything and she had seen his cruelty.

He threw Zhao Cheng onto the carriage, and Song Beiyun jumped up, and waited until the carriage started before he took Zhao Cheng's chin back.

"I want to sue my father..."

"See." Song Beiyun couldn't help laughing out loud as she looked at her saliva, because she couldn't shut up before.

Zhao Cheng wiped his face hard while crying, looking very pitiful. Not to mention, Zhao Cheng with this look is quite interesting, much better than being sexy.

"Sister Orange is thirty." Xiao Song sat there lazily, crossing his legs: "It's not easy to be like a little girl. I heard that Sister Orange died before she even got married in the bridal chamber, right? Unfortunately, if she could get married at that time, there wouldn't be so many things in the future."

Zhao Cheng stared at Song Beiyun fiercely, but his hand reached the collar and began to unbutton it.

"You know, you take off all your clothes. I'll throw you out after taking off all your clothes. The people coming and going on the street are so excited." Song Beiyun smiled indifferently and said, "Are you planning to sue me for a bad intention? You sue me, go and tell the prince, see if he believes you believe me."

Zhao Cheng stared at Song Beiyun and rushed forward to tear her, but Song Beiyun just pressed her shoulder and heard a click, and her arms were removed. The pain made Zhao Cheng scream and prostrated into the carriage.

"Miss is so cute." Song Beiyun said as he removed her other arm: "Do you admit it or not?"

Zhao Cheng's stubbornness seems to be a lineage of the old Zhao family. She drooped her arms and was about to get a header, but Song Beiyun pressed her head down and turned her gently and let her fall into the sand and goose down.

Song Beiyun shook his arm: "Sister Orange, let me tell you that there is a medicine in my master's sect that can make people mad. Except for me and the great doctor, do you want to try it?"

"Okay."

Seeing Zhao Cheng's look so angry that she dared not speak, Song Beiyun laughed and connected her arm: "It's rare to take you out to play, just be honest."

Zhao Cheng didn't say anything, but just moved his arms and glared at Song Beiyun with tears in his eyes.

"That's how good." Song Beiyun patted her head: "When I go on, I wiped my tears. Many of them were my students. I don't want them to think I'm stealing a nun."

Zhao Cheng wiped away the tears with the monk's robe and sat there without saying a word. This was as follows Song Beiyun's wishes, and he didn't want to have any communication with this person.

After rushing all the way to Jinling Workshop, Song Beiyun quietly walked in through the side door and then went straight to the agricultural base.

Zhao Cheng discovered for the first time that there was such a paradise in Jinling City. Even though she was so unwilling that she still widened her eyes and saw everything was fresh.

Song Beiyun walked to the huge glass greenhouse and patted the door: "Lao Fang, come out to pick up customers."

After a while, a real monk came out from inside. After seeing Song Beiyun, he folded his hands together: "Mr. Song, I haven't seen you for a long time."

"Let's eat the whole banana."

The monk laughed, turned around and entered the glass greenhouse. When he walked out, he was already carrying a banana in his hand, which was so cute.

Song Beiyun peeled one and put it in his mouth, pursed his eyebrows and said, "It's still astringent."

"Yes, Lord Song. This is the third generation of improvement. Since the Nanyang merchants brought such objects, this has been the case with the third generation of improvements. However, compared to the past, this is much more delicious."

"It's better to be the whole coconut..."

The monk brought two coconuts and handed them to Zhao Cheng and Song Beiyun, and specially made two straws for them to suck coconut milk.

After Zhao Cheng took the coconut, he began to wander around the courtyard because she had never seen it before, and she looked at everything fresh.

"Monk, this year may have a severe drought. Is there any way you can do?" Song Beiyun sat on the edge of Tianlong in the experimental field, sucking coconut juice and said, "Have you screened out the drought-tolerant wheat?"

Speaking of this, the monk took out a steel box with three locks from the side. After opening the three layers inside and three layers outside, there were a number of wheat seeds inside. However, these wheat seeds were more than twice as big as common wheat seeds.

"Last day, I asked the people from the Tuntian Department to search around in Huguang, Jiangxi, and the Central Plains and found these special wheat and rice seeds. Only one of these 100,000 seeds. I plan to use this type to pollinate each other and seeds to see if they can produce high-yield and drought-resistant categories."

"It takes many years, right?"

The monk laughed: "The 300,000 mu of them have been cultivated in Jiangxi farms and planted them all, and this summer is the time to harvest."

After saying that, he took out two glass jars, which contained a spike of rice and a spike of wheat. Both the size and density of spike grains are much higher than that of common categories.

When he turned around, Song Beiyun turned his head and found that in a big house not far away, there were densely packed samples of various grains.

"The food that the land of China can find is all in it." The monk was a little proud: "Then, we will carefully distinguish it and distinguish it."

Song Beiyun got up and came to the door of the house. He looked at it and felt extremely shocked: "Is this... so much?"

"I'm thankful for Lord Song. When the money comes, I'll have everything. The food in this room costs nearly 300,000 guan."

Song Beiyun put his waist on his back and took a deep breath: "Do it, no matter how much you pay, just do it! Money is not a problem, just say whatever you lack. But I want to set a goal for you. Within twenty years, the entire Chinese population may reach 20 million. Can you support these people?"

The monk took a deep breath: "I'm afraid this is more than merit..."

"You are the Tathagata Buddha." Song Beiyun put his waist on his back: "Where is the Tianzhu rice? It's been a few years, and there's no movement?"

"Hmm?" The monk was stunned: "Don't you know?"

"I don't know what?"

"Tianzhu rice has been fully grown in Qiongzhou and Leizhou, as well as sugarcane and beets."

"Then I ask you, how much food did you prepare for this year's famine?"

The monk's smile suddenly became brighter: "Is the Tuntian Department?"

"Um."

"From now on, the Song Dynasty no longer produces pellet grains. The grain in the warehouse of the military farm is enough for the entire Song Dynasty to eat for three years. However, if you have to save some, brewing wine is not enough."

Xiao Song was stunned: "You are going to the hell of tongue-pulling."
Chapter completed!