The flood gradually faded, as if the entire country had become a large construction site overnight. The post-disaster reconstruction work was in an orderly manner. Because there was no food crisis, the full recovery of production and prevention and control of the epidemic at this stage have become the top priority.

The collapsed houses will need to be rebuilt, and the government will issue part of the disaster relief subsidy, and the rebuilt houses will use a brand new structural model, transforming from wooden to brick-concrete structure.

In other words, brick-concrete houses are even 40% cheaper than those in wooden structures, and can also solve problems such as floods being washed away, insects and mold.

Among the large construction sites, concrete extended from cement replaced the previous wood and became the protagonist. The cement factories invested by several large families worked overtime on the entire line and were in short supply.

"Let's do this, there are a lot of 50,000 positions, and I can't settle for a while." Xu Li pondered for a moment and gave an answer: "I can provide 30,000, but I can let big businessmen from all over the country provide some positions within their ability."

"Then I don't care about you. Anyway, you have to settle these people. This is your social responsibility." Song Beiyun said with his fingers: "You'd better explain to those idiots. They'd better not complain to me or to have any complaints. If you don't do the matter for me, then someone will naturally be willing to do it."

"That's what I said?"

"How can you fucking tell me this kind of thing?" Song Beiyun spat: "You can beat and knock. You can't make these people live too well or let them all be ruined. There are hundreds of thousands of jobs, and no one dares to do business anymore. What should you do with the economy?"

Xu Li smiled and said, "I will convey it."

"It's probably the reason. If you enjoy the country's policy and welfare, you must assume corresponding social responsibilities. This lack of conditions can be explained." Song Beiyun said after he strengthened his tone: "How are the gentry in various places doing recently?"

In fact, in addition to the secret service department of the Imperial City Department, Song Beiyun's biggest source of information is Xu Li. Xu Li's industries are spread all over the Song, Jin and Liao, and they penetrate all aspects of society like capillaries. He is the first to know where there is something, so the information on his side is even more pure and specific than those from the Imperial City Department.

"It's still difficult to deal with. Policy suppression is easy to deal with, but there is no way for the people to change their own concepts." Xu Li shook his head and said, "I don't think this matter is urgent. I'll stabilize the domestic and foreign countries in the past few years. Isn't you what you said? Only when the economy and military are relatively stable can you consider other things."

Song Beiyun leaned on Xu Li's expensive jade lounge chair, and the cold feeling made him drowsy: "It's better for you rich people to live a stable life. Why does this jade bed cost 100,000 yuan?"

"It's about twenty, it's okay." Xu Li smiled and said, "It's the market valuation. I don't plan to take out. If this thing is circulated, it's impossible to lie down at any official in the end. It's still troublesome for you to search your house and move it."

Speaking of this, Song Beiyun remembered that a huge piece of jade was blown up in the mines in Hotan before the New Year. A whole piece could have tens of thousands of kilograms. After cutting off the waste materials at the edges and corners, there would be three or four thousand kilograms left. It was originally intended to be sent to the palace as a tribute, but Zhao Xing refused to accept it because he had just abolished the tribute system in various places a few days ago, so it was not appropriate to accept gifts.

As the things were about to be destroyed, Xu Li paid for the things back, which was also considered as paying wages to the workers who exploded the mine.

In the end, that thing became the jade bed where Song Beiyun lay, which was warm in winter and cool in summer, so comfortable.

"If you like it, move away."

"If you like it, you have to move it away? Then I also like the moon in the sky." Song Beiyun put his hands behind his head: "Tell me a brief moment, how many possessions do you have now."

Xu Li pondered for a while and calculated a little: "There is not much hot money, maybe it's less than five million guan, and it's all used to maintain the circulation of industries in various places. If you count the assets... let me tell you this way, when Li Tang's rebellion was repaid by major families, it was about 43 million guan."

"Hmm, then what?"

"The total number of assets of the Xu family can be funded by fifteen Li Tangs."

Song Beiyun almost staggered and rolled down from the jade bed: "Six thousand million yuan??? You fuckingly read the numbers right, right?"

Xu Li's expression was also helpless: "Do you think I'm trying hard to spend money, but no matter how I spend money, the money will flow back to my hands in different ways, and even a little surplus. So I will expand my original scale again, and after the expansion is like this..."

"Trouble." Song Beiyun sat upright: "You are too big and you need to cut it."

"You said, how to cut it?" Xu Li was also helpless: "I'm really anxious."

"Split up the family." Song Beiyun looked at Xu Li and said, "You divide the industry into three to five shares, each company pays tax separately, and record all transactions between each other into accounts, convert them into taxes and pay them. If you don't have enough, you will get tax deducted."

Xu Li's eyes lit up: "In this case, about 40% of the industries will be paid in taxes."

In fact, many people don’t understand their conversation, so why can’t it be directly collected by the state or donated by Xu Li on its own initiative? This seems the simplest and most troublesome, so why bother so much?

But the actual cause of the problem is here. If it is directly confiscated or donated directly, the Xu family's huge behemoth will not only directly impact the entire Asian financial market, disrupt the normal national trading order, and affect market enthusiasm, but also lead to a large amount of idle hot money directly impacting the money market. If the money is too much, the money will be worthless, resulting in soaring prices. One pound of meat is ten cents of money and one pound of rice is five cents of money. Who can withstand this? Song Beiyun remembers the lessons from the Republic of China clearly.

The transfer procedure of taxes entering the treasury will not affect the subsequent industrial value-added, and the scale of infrastructure can be expanded.

As for why the Xu family cannot be built, it is like Song Beiyun never works hard for the army. This is not something a family can do and dare to do. Even the chaebol groups that can influence a country like Samsung in the future will not dare to do such things casually. Now someone does it, it is equivalent to digging a grave.

Business must do business, and you cannot reach out for other things. Once this door is opened, the country will eventually be controlled by capital. Capital is absolutely cold-blooded. In the face of cold-blooded capital, the people are just human flesh and blood. Then when the nutrients are insufficient, capital will inevitably withdraw and leave a mess.

"I haven't been here for a long time. Stay here tonight and don't leave." Xu Li smiled and said, "My girl wants to see you."

"Goodbye!"

Song Beiyun immediately stood up and said, "Let's go."

"What are you doing? Why are you, my girl? You don't like her so much?"

"Xu Li... You see, this is it. I, Song Beiyun. No woman will not fall in love with me." Song Beiyun pointed at himself: "Talented, young and promising, handsome and handsome, unparalleled. If you let your sister see me, isn't this pushing her into a fire pit? What if she wants her to marry you when she sees me and wants her but can't get it? "

Xu Li wanted to roll his eyes and roll his eyes to the sky: "You really know how to say that my girl admires you very much. I heard that you and I were peeing at me and let her see you. Do you want to give her this face?"

Song Beiyun pointed at Xu Li: "I will tell you that your girl will be looking for death and will not blame me."

"Stop coming, you're serious. My girl is full of longing for you. Don't let her down."

"OK."

Just eat, but even Xu Li didn't expect that it was his sister who wanted to see Song Beiyun, but when it was time for dinner, the younger sister of the Xu family called her friends and pulled nearly twenty girls to watch Song Beiyun.

I had a good meal and felt like a fan meeting. I was surrounded by a bunch of teenage girls, chattering and almost blew up Song Beiyun's head. He could not be a hooligan, so he had to deal with these fans of his appearance with a serious look on his face.

But to be honest, no man can withstand the feeling of being surrounded by a group of young and beautiful girls. Even Xinru Steel Song Beiyun was almost lost in the call of "Brothers of the Song Family".

Anyway, when they were having dinner, they asked Song Beiyun to write poems and inscriptions. Finally, when they went home, Song Beiyun even dreamed that "brother, brother, brother, brother, brother, brother" was full of thoughts.

"You talked in your sleep last night and called your sister all night."

When I woke up early, Zuo Rou sat on the chair beside the bed with her legs crossed her legs and held a stick in her hand, with a bad expression: "I can't wake you up even if I shake it. Tell me, which sister makes you so obsessed."

"It's not obsessed." Song Beiyun rubbed his head: "It's just brainwashed. You can't even imagine the feeling of being surrounded by 20 teenage girls in the middle and calling you brother."

When he said yesterday to Zuo Rou, Zuo Rou laughed out loud. The scene was really funny. She never expected that the girl Xu Li actually took Song Beiyun as a display and shared it with her sister.

"But you're enjoying it."

"Enjoy, can you not enjoy it?" Song Beiyun put on wooden clogs and poured himself a cup of tea: "This is because I am older. If I were younger, I wouldn't be the one who fell asleep next to me when I woke up this morning."

Because of this sentence, Song Beiyun was chased by Zuo Rou for eight streets, and was chased to the breakfast shop at the entrance of the alley with only big shorts.

"You have a habit!" Zuo Rou gasped with her waist and had not exercised for a long time. Her physical fitness is obviously not as good as before. If she had to do so, she could catch up with eight streets again.

"I'll go and sue Aunt Hong."

Zuo Rou's biggest progress now is that she is self-aware. She knows that she can't beat Song Beiyun, but she also knows who can cure him!

"No, no, no." Song Beiyun took two trays of buns at the bun shop, saying, "I'll give you money later."

"No hurry, it's a villain's honor to be able to eat my buns."

The owner of the bun shop was obviously laughing as he spoke. He never expected that the person in Chang'an City, the Northwest King Song Beiyun, was also a man who was chased out of eight streets by his wife with a stick in the early morning.

From this point of view, there seems to be no big difference between men.

Carrying the bun, Song Beiyun approached Zuo Rou carefully: "Can you make sense? Am I back now and haven't been spending the night outside."

"Come here!"

"If you don't have it, you will be beaten." Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "You are not serious. What if you get any problems?"

Just when Song Beiyun and Zuo Rou were in a stalemate, a fast horse stopped at the entrance of the box, and then a household official in red hurried over.

He passed by Song Beiyun and almost stopped the car. Fortunately, Song Beiyun shouted: "Chen Qing, I'm here."

The clerk stopped suddenly and turned to look at Song Beiyun. He found that he was dressed in this way. He was surprised for a while before he stepped forward and bowed, "Song... Lord Song."

"What's wrong? I'm so hurrying early in the morning."

"Fifty thousand people... the first batch of 50,000 refugees on the grassland arrived at the city of Chang'an. Now the city defense force has controlled them and is waiting for the placement of the adults."

Song Beiyun uttered: "Why did you arrive early?"

As he said that, he walked back quickly, handed the bun to Zuo Rou, went back to the house to wash and then put on his official uniform.

He took two buns on the table and said to Zuo Rou, who was angry next to him, "I'm out."

"Get out, I'll be upset when I see you! I promised to take me to the Northern Navy today."

"Don't worry," said Mr. "

After he finished speaking, he hurried out, but Zuo Rou stopped him: "Wait a minute!"

"Say." Song Beiyun looked back at her: "What else does the princess have to give?"

"Just eat a few buns?" Zuo Rou walked to the kitchen and came out again and took a food box: "There are elbows and meals I hid yesterday."

"Why do you want to hide your elbow?"

"You care about that much, pick it up and leave!"

Carrying the lunch box, Song Beiyun walked outside and waved at the household clerk: "Go!"

When I arrived outside the city, I saw a dark place in front of me. Looking around, I looked like some ragged old, weak, women and children, and there were no young and middle-aged people at all, and at most some children of the twelve or three.

"Where is Wu Yingwen?" Song Beiyun stood in front of the refugee and shouted: "Come here quickly."

Wu Yingwen, the head of the household registration yamen, rushed to Song Beiyun with sweat on his head: "Mr. Song."

"The situation is widened, and the registration is carried out in batches, based on the family. If you encounter widows, widows, orphans, record them separately, and then arrange for people to be divided into food."

It sounds like 50,000 people is just a small number, but if you really have 50,000 people in front of you, it is a medium-sized county. Moreover, these refugees have been hiking for thousands of miles. Now the primary issue is to resettle them and find a place for them.

"Let them be placed first." Song Beiyun was sweating with his waist and said, "After all registrations are completed, they will be placed in several settlement areas according to the previous plan. And... who will go to the Foreign Affairs Court to call the Princess of the Grassland coming?"

The settlement area was ten miles outside the city, and the tents that had previously placed the victims were sent for use. Fifty thousand people entered the resettlement area under the leadership of the city defense force, and the little princess also rushed over at this time.

"I won't say much." Song Beiyun pointed to the settlement area: "I'll leave it to you."

The little princess was a little confused: "I'm a little scared..."

"What are you afraid of? You can use the things you prepared before."
Chapter completed!