There were 45 warships of various types, but there were 72 generals and schoolmen in the navy. There were not enough monks to have enough meat, and it was impossible for these carefully trained guys to go to the 50 to 60 tons of tow boats, so this time we could only let some people learn here first and wait for the follow-up.

But whoever stays and goes out to sea is a big problem.

Although everyone knows that the big black bull has been confirmed to be the one who will lead the team, each ship needs a captain, so even if you can't get a captain, it's a good thing to get a captain, which is equivalent to a free merit.

So the competition for these forty-five places can be said to be quite fierce. Even the oldest person on weekdays can be red-faced with others now.

In the end, no one could do anything to anyone, so they unanimously decided to decide the ownership rights of these more than 40 places through the competition.

They asked Song Beiyun to decide the content of the competition, which was a first-class problem, because at this time there was no hemiplegia at all, and the overall situation was taken into account.

"Set a civil and military test." Song Beiyun said to the staff officer next to him: "You go to the Academy of Sciences to search for some lower-level astronomy and geography common sense questions, and then get some nautical questions for advanced development. Make up a hundred questions."

The staff officer did as expected, and the people from the Academy of Sciences were so happy to hear that they had the opportunity to mess with these rude men. They worked overtime overnight to create a very complete set of written test papers.

When Song Beiyun saw this test paper, he deeply felt the malice of being a cultural person. The content above was not difficult, but it gradually deepened. If you want to get a high score, you must write short answer questions. However, even if Song Beiyun answered those short answer questions, it would take a lot of effort to answer those reckless men who knew that they showed their muscles to the female workers in the port all day long.

"That's it." Song Beiyun sighed: "These scholars are bad."

After the content of the literary test is completed, the martial arts test is much simpler. After the five major items are competition, these five major items are physical fitness, martial arts, combat knowledge, marksmanship and artillery.

These things were originally the content of their daily training, but now they proposed the competition to be relatively fair. Then, after the competition is completed, they will integrate the cultural divisions and screen them.

Take the top forty-five, and then the rest will squat here and continue to lead the troops and learn, alternating like this.

Soon, these guys ushered in the cultural course exam. The group of guys who were dancing with swords and guns sat at the small table wearing cloth clothes and tied their hair. Looking at the black and white words in front of them, they were scratching their heads.

"Hey... Lao Liu, I'll take a look at yours."

A general greeted the person next to him, but he had no other moves. The invigilator from the Academy of Sciences came to him and knocked on his table.

"Hey, little bastard, dare to be with me..." He was about to have an attack, but Old Liu next to him stepped on his instep. He turned his head and saw that the inspector Song Beiyun was standing at the window.

“Um…”

Honestly, he continued to write the paper, but his expression seemed to be in great pain.

When the time comes, the test papers will be collected, and the generals will either lie down or lean their heads down, their faces as if dead.

This was definitely a severe setback of self-confidence. The questions on that test paper are still disgusting now. It has been a great improvement for them to be able to read, but it is simply a grievance to do such a thing now.

Song Beiyun, who participated in the marking of the paper, had no better expression than them, because he had never known that these rough men would be so colorful in their hearts. The answers that had nothing to do with the question allowed Song Beiyun to see what human imagination is.

It is really difficult to select elites among this group of vegetable batches. Song Beiyun couldn't help but sigh. Even if the senior general is like this, the quality of the lower-level soldiers is really worrying...

But without any tricks, the times are like this, and there is no better solution. We can only rely on the overall development and progress of society.

After reading dozens of speechless papers, Song Beiyun took off his glasses and said helplessly to the staff officer: "Prefer to prepare for a competition."

The competition was selected tomorrow, and the generals and schools who received the news were all so happy. Although everyone was stinky fish and rotten shrimps in the cultural exam, they were extremely good at showing off their muscles.

Moreover, these guys didn't say anything, and the news of tomorrow's school competition soon spread throughout the port. In this place where entertainment is scarce, this competition is undoubtedly the best entertainment for everyone.

"I'll go see the soldiers' competition tomorrow."

A female worker in a blue cloth dress was lying in front of the warehouse window wearing a hat. While waiting for her to sort out the materials she needed, she said to the busy Zhao Cheng: "Sister Cheng, those Abian brothers are so beautiful."

Zhao Cheng is also wearing a blue cloth and looks very simple. This area is the location of the textile workshop. She has become the warehouse manager here because she can write and read. Because she is knowledgeable and older among female textile workers, she is now the eldest sister of these little girls.

"That thing looks so good." Zhao Cheng handed a few pairs of gloves and a set of blades to the little girl outside: "If you want to go, you will go."

"Go, Sister Orange..." The girl outside began to act coquettishly: "It happened to be a rest tomorrow, so it's boring to be in the house."

"You won't go to find your brother Lin San?"

"He..." the little girl snorted: "As soon as Xiumu is going to fish, fish all day long, and one day she will fall head-on in the sea and drown."

Zhao Cheng chuckled with a giggle: "Okay, then I'll go with you."

"Okay! Sister Orange, do you know that the store is opened in the Harbor? After watching Brother Abing's competition tomorrow, we will go and have a look."

Zhao Cheng chuckled: "It's OK."

This is how the natural development of a region is. After the initial construction period, all subsequent industries will be quickly filled. Song Beiyun is a child who grew up in the factory's family area. He naturally knew that the family area of ​​a large factory would actually be a small society.

The family district will not only have various business transactions, but also have their own hospitals, schools and crematoriums. There will be nothing missing in the line of birth, old age, sickness and death. Because the factory area generally has better living conditions than people outside the district, in an era when the economy has not been fully relaxed, being able to live and work in such a place can be said to be the most popular among ordinary people.

Now that the port is basically formed, there are only a few difficult places left in infrastructure, so naturally some people will consider earning value here, from a businessman to a fixed-model shop, and then others will follow suit when they see it. So there are not only restaurants but also clothing stores, but also barber and noodles and some pastry shops.

Using craftsmanship to monetize is usually the easiest and fastest, and even ports encourage such monetization methods, so many unemployed families at home find ways to change their residences into places where they can do business.

So the place began to flourish with the naked eye.

Relying on the demand and prosperity here, the surrounding villages are getting bigger and bigger, and people join them every day. There are large construction sites in the port, and there are small construction sites outside. Sometimes, there are more than a dozen or even dozens of houses laying the foundation at the same time overnight.

In other words, the construction and development of a port even mobilized this unknown Haizhou.

Because of Song Beiyun's charge, the local government did not dare to put any pressure on this place, and did not even dare to ask.

"The Song Dynasty has invested so much money. If we still cannot see prosperity, then you and I will not apologize for death?"

In the afternoon, Song Beiyun met with the governor of Haizhou in his office. When the two discussed the future relationship between Haizhou and Haizhou Port, Song Beiyun said so.

The governor of Haizhou also laughed. Although it was only half a year, the values ​​on the Haizhou border were rising rapidly. It was originally just a small state on the border of Song and Liao, and it was even less than Xuzhou next door, and it was even more impossible to compare with the Langya County of Yizhou, which was ahead of others. However, since the port started to be serious, its specifications seemed to have suddenly increased.

This was also his third time visiting Song Beiyun, but only this time he met Song Beiyun.

However, it is good to see it. After all, it is just the governor of the fifth-rank state. Who is Song Beiyun? Although everyone doesn't say it, they know very well that this person is not easy to describe as a high-ranking minister. He is basically not very different from the Emperor of the Song Dynasty. Just treat him as the emperor's clone.

"If Lord Song has any need to instruct his subordinates at any time, the subordinates should cooperate with each other."

"Actually, it's nothing. It's mainly to coordinate the people outside and don't have any conflicts." Song Beiyun smiled and stood up: "Let's go, Lord Guo, since this is your Haizhou territory, it's not reasonable to not take you to see it."

"Thank you, Lord Song, for your love." The governor of Haizhou quickly stood up and bowed, "I am just thinking about this, but Lord Song is here to do it."

Song Beiyun has long said that in his current status, there are good people around him, and it is impossible for bad people to appear again. So the more he does this, the more he needs to be cautious, and this is the reason why he has always insisted on choosing a frugal and simple lifestyle.

To be honest, it is difficult to be corroded, and it is basically impossible to test him. But being corroded does not mean being deceived. History has proved one thing, that is, being separated from society for too long will definitely become stupid, and eating minced meat may not be difficult to use.

These two people are the largest officials in Haizhou now. They can be called inspections when they go out for a walk, and there are many people accompanying them.

"Haizhou Port is not only a port, it gathers many industries." Song Beiyun gestured toward the factory: "This comparison can save a lot of time and the loss will be much smaller than before. I plan to build this place into an industrial city of Song Dynasty."

Compared with Jinling and Chang'an, Haizhou's geographical location is not the best among coastal cities, but it has a unique condition that it is stability. It is neither a place that must be fought for nor a severe heat and cold. Although the development of agriculture and industry is not the best, it is the place where the two situations are fusion, and it does not require special changes to a certain emphasis when developing.

As the highest commander of Haizhou, Guo is now like a devout student holding a small notebook with a sheepskin cover, constantly recording what Song Beiyun said, looking very focused.

"Two adults, the canteen for the workers in front of us is the worker's cafeteria." The staff officer next to him reminded him at this moment: "Do you two want to go in and take a look?"

The canteen in the port is very large, and there is more than one. After all, it needs to supply daily diet for tens of thousands of people, and this is also a very important link and is the most important link that Song Beiyun attaches great importance to.

The group walked into the canteen. Although it was not yet time to start, there were always night shift workers eating here.

They walked to the food window and saw the food in the basin. Song Beiyun smiled and said, "Now it should be leftovers for lunch. I eat here on weekdays, and usually there are ten dishes. There are more than fifty chefs in the kitchen. "

Guo looked around and even asked for a serving, and he tasted it on the spot. To be honest, how delicious can the big pot of vegetables be? But the advantage is that they are cheap and affordable. A worker needs to serve two meat and one vegetable for a meal for only five cents. If it is vegetarian, it is only three cents, and the family of three will eat less than forty cents a day and vomit it. It will be more than one month long to eat it.

"Mr. Guo, why don't you leave today? There will be a competition in the military camp here tomorrow. It's better to stay and watch the fun."

Governor Guo has something important tomorrow, but Song Beiyun spoke in person. Could it be that he could still say that he had something important to him? Naturally, he agreed immediately, indicating that he must see the grand occasion of Haizhou Port.

When they went out, they happened to catch the first batch of workers who had got off work to get food. Seeing the vast crowd, Governor Guo couldn't help but sigh: "In the past, I heard that Lord Song was a good minister in governing the world. Now when I saw it with my own eyes, I don't know where to sigh from?"

"Why did Lord Guo say this?"

Governor Guo laughed dryly: "Last time I saw so many people eating, but the government was in the drought that year. Those people were not allowed to maintain order without sticks. And so many people here can be organized."

"Mr. Guo is such a bad word." Song Beiyun took Governor Guo away from the crowd with his hands behind his back and said to the canal that was being dug in the back: "I don't know if the disaster victims are slower or not, and the workers know that no matter how backward they are, they will have a bite of food. Even if the food is gone, there will be noodle, panic, buns and buns. Lord Guo, this is what I have always said. Even if there is no money in the treasury, even if the pot is sold, they will have to fill their stomachs. The wages are not paid for several months, and the people will complain, but if they have cut off their food for two days, they will panic."

"Thank you, Lord Song, for your education."

Song Beiyun laughed: "It's not considered a teaching, it's just a reminder that in the future, the factories and workshops around Haizhou Port will eventually return to Haizhou. I hope Lord Guo can manage it well."

"Ah? This..."
Chapter completed!