The heavy snow fell for seven days and finally stopped on a cold morning, but this also caused unprecedented snow disasters in all prefectures and counties to suffer from numerous houses. The heavy snow damaged countless houses. After a rough count, tens of thousands of people were left homeless.

At this time, the Song Dynasty, who was a hoarding party, finally stood up again. The raw materials purchased frantically were rushing to work day and night by workers and workshops everywhere. The output of light industrial products such as wool, cotton, leather, etc. was being frantically manufactured like crazy.

A large amount of wool felt, cotton jackets, bedding and tents flowed from the workshops and factories to all over the place?

Supply to 100,000 people?

No, the planned amount of Song Beiyun gave was one million people! Naturally, these supplies were given priority to the local area of ​​Song State, because the damage caused to the south by this snow disaster far exceeded that of the north, and almost homeless people were in the territory of Song State.

But just like food, Song Beiyun, who had been deployed four or five years in advance, finally controlled the most terrible situation before the extreme weather appeared on a large scale.

But is this enough? Obviously not enough, because we are still relying on the weather to make a living. What if all kinds of disasters last for three years? What about five years? What about ten years? So Song Beiyun always believes that there is still room for improvement in the current model.

But for now, he thinks he has reached his limit and has no room for improvement. Unless technology has been generally improved by three levels in the next decade and mentioned the petrochemical level, everything is empty talk.

"If you guess correctly, now the envoys from all countries are squatting outside the palace. "Song Beiyun hugged Qiaoyun's waist, who was lying at the window in a daze, put his chin on her shoulder and listened quietly to the snow water outside: "Believe it or not, after this time, Song State will become the leader of all countries."

Qiaoyun turned her head and asked curiously: "Why?"

"A responsible big country will be trusted, not to mention that the Song Dynasty has the best military power in the world."

Qiaoyun was still curious: "My husband... don't think I'm stupid. Qiaoyun is just a martial artist. In my opinion, it's better to be a great Song Dynasty today and take over the world in one fell swoop. Isn't it good to imitate Qin Emperor and Han Wu?"

"Yes, it's great to follow the example of Qin Emperor and Han Wu." Song Beiyun let go of his hand and stood next to him: "Did you see that distant mountain?"

"See you."

"The mountain is the Qin Dynasty mountain, and the moon is the Han Dynasty moon."

After Song Beiyun finished speaking, he smiled and pinched Qiaoyun's chin: "But the beauty is Song's beauty."

"Hate..." Qiao Yun turned his head and seemed shy: "It's been so many years, and he's still like this..."

Song Beiyun just laughed, but did not answer positively: "The beauty of Song Dynasty admired the bright moon and the Han Dynasty in the Qin Dynasty, where is the Qin Dynasty?"

"this……"

"In my heart, in books, in inscriptions, and legends, they are not around. The great Qin, powerful Han and prosperous Tang dynasties were all dead. Why did the Chinese die for generations? I was curious about this question, but later I had a little insight." Song Beiyun shook his finger and said, "Because in the end, I can't escape the reincarnation. How did the reincarnation come about is too long and I don't have that insightful view. Or, as far as the present is concerned, the dead dynasty is concerned, and it is only because of the death of the ancestors, which reminds the awakening of the descendants."

Song Beiyun said softly, saying: "Song is not Qin and Han dynasties, Wei and Jin dynasties, Li Tang, Song is Song. It needs to remember the rote of its predecessors in its heart and bypass those paths to death. The Song Dynasty had the sharpest sword, and the Song Dynasty also had the most kind heart. The sharp sword and the kind heart are not conflicting, isn't it? I can raise my sword and shout to the world that those who offend me, who offend me, will be punished, but they can still share the cake in their arms with compassion to those who are hungry and cold with compassion. The kingly way is to use both hardness and softness, and to give the kindness and power to the same. Those who enter China, those who offend China will be punished, and those who are close and please the farthest can come."

Qiaoyun's head was so big that she just wanted to go back to Jinling as soon as possible. After all, the lady was about to give birth to a child after the New Year. If she didn't return the child's father, the lady would probably be angry.

Seeing Qiaoyun's expression, Song Beiyun knew that she could not listen. He was a little disappointed but it was reasonable. Qiaoyun was a caring little cotton jacket. No one expected cotton jacket to do the work of the pan, chatting about history, politics and ambitions. These still need to be drunk and talked with like-minded people. When they say that they can sing and cry loudly, instead of making children when they are excited.

Sometimes, you have to endure a certain degree of mediocrity and ordinary life. Song Beiyun's understanding of this is very clear.

After coaxing Qiaoyun to go to bed, Song Beiyun stood alone by the window and looked at the crescent moon in the sky. He inexplicably wanted to drink a glass of wine. There were often ancient people drinking alone with the moon. Song Beiyun used to be unable to understand it. But now when this feeling suddenly surged into his heart, he roughly understood what loneliness is.

"Sister Qiaoyun, I'll go out for a walk, not far away."

"I'll go with you."

Qiaoyun was about to get up immediately, but Song Beiyun pressed it on the pillow: "You are exhausted from busy looking for relatives during the day, so you can rest early. Don't worry about safety, there is a secret whistle."

"Can……"

Qiaoyun wanted to say something else, but only saw Song Beiyun shook her head gently, which made her obedient calm down and quietly lay back into the warm bed.

When I walked out the door, the snow outside was reflected by the moonlight. If I didn’t consider the snow disaster, it would be a weather of endless wind and moon.

He was wearing tiger-skin velvet boots given to Zhao Xing by Jin Guo and deer-skin clothes offered from North Korea. In this chilly cold winter, he felt warm all over and was not cold at all.

After walking alone on the street for a while, the whistle whistle sounded, just like the whistle of the night owl. Song Beiyun knew that there was a suspicious person ahead, but he was not afraid, because the special version of the metal fixed-loading pistol on his waist was not a vegetarian. The times have changed to this day, the gun is fast outside of seven steps, and the gun is fast and accurate within seven steps.

Following the direction of the whistle, Song Beiyun soon saw the suspicious man. The man was dressed in white, holding a sword in his hand, and sitting under the tree with a wine gourd in his hand. There was a bonfire in front of him. There was also a dry rabbit hanging beside the bonfire, like a guest returning home on a snowy night, which was quite romance in martial arts.

"this……"

As soon as Song Beiyun spoke, the person on the other side was even more nervous than him. The moment he woke up suddenly, the sword in his hand was unsheathed.

This time it was Song Beiyun's turn to be nervous. He quickly raised his hands and signaled that nothing happened, then spread his hands and took a few steps back: "I have no malice."

The man in white tightened the velvet on his body, looked up at Song Beiyun, then picked up the wine pot and took a sip, picked up the rabbit that had been roasted and crispy, and bit it a few times. It was obvious that the taste was not good, so the man spit out the meat again.

"The rabbits in Suzhou are so unpalatable."

Although the sound was not loud, it reached Song Beiyun's ears very clearly during this snowy night.

"I don't think this is a rabbit's business."

The man looked up at Song Beiyun: "Then what did you think?"

"You can't be unreasonable...girl."

"You! Who are you?" The man suddenly became alert and leaned against the thick tree trunk with his sword vigilantly: "Why do you know that I am a daughter?"

Song Beiyun looked her up and down, then sighed and said, "There are too many women I know who dresses up as a man..."

It's almost instinct... How can I describe it? Even if I have a beard, it's very simple to tell whether it's a man or a woman. This little melon-shaped face looks slender when eating meat...

"Oh, so that's it." The woman looked up at Song Beiyun: "What are you doing here late at night like this?"

She was a bit generous when she spoke, but her tone was quite rude. Before Song Beiyun could ask her what she was doing here, she spoke first.

"I can't sleep at night, so I'll come out to stroll."

"Don't go around without any trouble." The woman said coldly: "The year of famine is not peaceful."

"Ha?" Song Beiyun looked up and down at the girl sleeping on the street, completely unaware of what position she was saying to him like this here.

"Go back early." The girl waved her hand carelessly: "Go."

"Where did that wine come from?"

“I brewed it myself.”

"Can you give me some?"

To be honest, Song Beiyun was also very miserable. There was no wine sold in the whole county. It has been almost a month since I drank some tea all day, and the food in this place was light, so he almost finished his meals...

"Take it." The woman was generous and threw the gourd to Song Beiyun.

"Thank you." Song Beiyun unscrewed the lid, and was about to drink but asked too much: "What are the girls here for?"

"Kill Song Beiyun."

Song Beiyun had just poured the wine into his mouth at this moment, and he spit out the spot when he heard this. The woman laughed disdainfully and said, "You are the ones? Still drinking?"

"This..." Song Beiyun scratched his head: "Sorry, the wine is too strong."

"Ha, scholar."

Facing the little girl's ridicule, Song Beiyun was amused and crying. He squatted to the bonfire and asked, "Why do you want to kill Song Beiyun?"

“Clean the portal.”

Song Beiyun: "???"

"What are you watching me like this?"

"No..." Song Beiyun waved his hand quickly: "Why would you like to ask about the heroine Gao's name?"

"Gongsun Wuyou."

Oh... This name sounds nice, and it sounds like the junior sister in the advanced master sect, who is on the same level as Yue Lingshan and Zhou Zhiruo.

"What kind of sect do girls do? I have never heard of Song Beiyun as a man in the martial arts world."

"Ghost Valley Longevity."

Song Beiyun was stunned for a moment again, and then continued to talk to this ignorant female hero.

"Oh... it turns out that he is a descendant of Mrs. Gongsun. But why do you have a surname of Gongsun? Logically speaking, Lingzun should not have a surname of Gongsun."

"This...this...this..." She thought for a long time: "You have to care!"

"I dare not, don't dare, don't dare." Song Beiyun waved his hands repeatedly: "But why do you want Song Beiyun? I think he is okay, very capable, and is said to be handsome and elegant."

"Clean the portal, how many times do you want me to talk about it?"

Hey, he is quite vigilant. Song Beiyun narrowed his eyes and looked at her, and a plan gradually arose in his heart.

"Woman, this place is a place where you don't talk. I see that you haven't eaten yet, so why not eat some hot food in the lower place?"

"No, I don't know you are a good person or a bad person."

"Look at me, I am powerless. If I am really a bad person, you will stab me with one knife."

"It's a sword, I stab you with one sword."

"It's a sword or a sword. I don't understand these things very much, sorry." Song Beiyun whispered: "Look? How?"
Chapter completed!