Zhao Xing finally returned. This person is really amazing. He is the emperor but he is innocent and absent from work for two months. He is constantly reminded but never repent.

Now, the fleet returned with the Emperor's envoy, and he finally realized that he was going back to do serious things.

On the way back, Zhao Xing kept replaying the grand occasion of the fleet's return that day.

That day, he was fishing. Suddenly, the whistle came from a distance, and he stood up. At that time, it happened that early in the morning, a white sail suddenly appeared in the morning light of the mist on the sea, and then a huge sail appeared on the sea level.

In the end, the fleet tried from the island like a god descending. The huge figure was daunting, and when entering the port, he also shouted three whistles.

That scene is something that Zhao Xing will never forget, and it is even more exciting than the day he became emperor. The sun is hanging on the sails, and the sea breaks a path for the fleet.

This time the fleet's return not only brought Japan's most sincere blessings, but also their "willful" gifts, as well as the pirate's bandit leader and the emperor's envoy.

They wanted to use these things to win the favor of the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, just like pets in their homes holding them for a long time to flatter their masters.

Zhao Xing naturally could not accept these gifts here. He had to accept these things in front of the temple, in front of the cultural relics ministers and the people of the world, so he had to leave.

"well……"

Zhao Xing sighed and closed the curtains, feeling full of grievances. He hated himself as an emperor, and as an emperor, he could not be the warrior. Listening to the sailors talking about strange stories at sea or the dangerous and exciting things during battles in their spare time, Zhao Xing's fist unconsciously squeezed out of nervousness.

Crashing the Japanese pirates and bombarding the ports is what a real man should do. A fleet has accomplished achievements that even the prosperous Tang Dynasty cannot be achieved, allowing the power of the sect leader to cross the sea and shine on the disobedient state.

Not long after Zhao Xing left, the Japanese emperor envoy also set out for Jinling, and the Japanese bandit leaders were also taken to the capital together.

However, one of the biggest contributors this time, Dahei Niu was called over by Song Beiyun and locked up in the small dark room and scolded him for an afternoon.

"I've been saying this repeatedly, you just can't control your thing. Okay, you either don't go to sea or cut your eggs for me and act as a eunuch." Song Beiyun pointed at the nose of the big black bull and scolded: "It's always okay to find something for me."

"It's just a bunch of tattered barbarians... So what if I kill them all."

"Don't let your mother go, the Great Song Dynasty is the King's Army. Do you understand the King's Army?" Song Beiyun angrily shouted: "The Great Song Dynasty Army, wherever it goes, you must bring joy and peace and prosperity. Do you understand this principle?"

"Mr. Han..."

"Don't use Mr. Han as a shield. There will be no next time. I'll hear it!"

"knew……"

The big black bull was released from the small dark room. Mr. Han outside looked at him, walked away with a smile with his sleeves wrapped around him.

He hurriedly chased after him: "Mr. Han, what you said you didn't tell the Dashen... Why did you want to sell me again?"

"You guys don't use your brain. What do you want to know about me? " Mr. Han smiled and said, "You didn't find more than 13,000 people coming out with the ship, but there were only 11,000 people coming back? Don't you think about where those two thousand people went?"

"Yes...what are those people?"

"Go to bring joy and peace to Japan."

In fact, Song Beiyun was quite satisfied with the results of this mission, but this was obviously not all he wanted. What he needed was a completely transformed neighbor. There were usually two ways to transform, one was to leave land but not people, and the other was to transform him into the shape of the Song Dynasty from the inside out.

It is actually faster to keep the land and people, but no one has been able to succeed in this matter throughout history. Not only will it not succeed, it will leave terrifying hidden dangers. Therefore, if the extreme roads cannot be understood, then it will be better to go through cultural invasion.

The two thousand people left behind were to carry out this hidden mission line. Their purpose was to completely destroy the local people's family and country cognition from culture and public opinion, so that they deeply felt that only the Song Dynasty could save Japan, and only the Song Dynasty was the kingly paradise in the world.

As for other aspects, the overall situation has begun to take action. For example, the ship parameters brought back by the ocean this time will become an important indicator for the next voyage, and the modifications to the second Invincible flagship will also be based on this data.

"It's been another year before I know it." Song Beiyun stood in the dock and looked at the second invincible ship that had begun construction: "It's autumn now."

"Yes, Mid-Autumn Festival has arrived."

Song Beiyun muttered, turned around and asked, "How many days will it take to Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"Three days."

“It’s quite late this year.”

"It's been a July."

Song Beiyun curled his lips: "The new calendar is coming out."

The new calendar has indeed come out. The biggest controversy now is when the first year of the year begins. Some people propose it from the beginning of the Zhou emperor's ascension of the throne, and some people suggest it from the beginning of the Han emperor's ascension of the throne.

Finally, after Song Beiyun asked, he thought about it and asked them to start the era eight years ago. As for the basis, Song Beiyun did not say it, but that year he picked up the prince who changed the prince in the hotel. It was from that year that Song Beiyun officially appeared on the stage of history.

According to the astronomical records of previous years, it can be seen that it should be October rather than August. From the moon phase, it can be concluded that today is the 13th day, so it should be October 13, 8th AD.

Of course, the rules of this calendar must be reviewed by Jinling after it is determined here, but judging by Zhao Xing's personality, he doesn't care about these things. As for why it was eight years ago, Song Beiyun gave the reason that there was a sun and sun eight years ago, which was the case.

In the following days, Song Beiyun was relatively idle because the fleet needed rest and supplies. They went to sea for two months to test sailing, which was just to go to Japan with clear routes. Therefore, many data needed to be corrected before sailing again. As soon as possible, they might have to wait until March next year to wait for the monsoon to come.

"Let's have a festival." Song Beiyun suddenly raised his head to the staff officer next to him while writing documents in the office, saying, "Since Japan has given us so many gifts, let's celebrate together."

Because of this sentence, all the workers and soldiers in the entire port received twenty moon cakes, a basket of oranges and a chicken, as well as three stagnant money for holiday subsidies.

Everyone is happy about this unexpected fortune. In the past few days, the entire port has been trapped in a sea of ​​happiness, happier than the New Year.

In the eyes of these ordinary workers, working in the port is the happiest thing in the world, because they only need to complete their daily work plan to eat, wear and warm clothes and even save money. They don’t have to consider the rest. In addition, there are cooling fees in summer and heating fees in winter. Together, they can get almost fifteen months’ salary every year.

Because of its prosperity, the speed of prosperity around it is also very rapid. In the ten months since Song Beiyun came here, the number of people around the port has expanded from more than 500 to more than 33,000, which is already at the level of a medium-sized county town and is still increasing. It is expected that the number of people in the port area will reach 100,000 next year, exceeding the population size of most counties in the Song Dynasty.

"My husband, why have you never heard of your birthday?"

When Song Beiyun got up that morning, he was washing up. The Biluo next to him came over and whispered: "It's been many years, but I haven't heard you mention it."

Song Beiyun wiped his face and said, "Oh, I'm not going to have a birthday."

Biluo wanted to speak but stopped, then sighed and stopped talking. When he went out, he found that Qiaoyun had prepared breakfast. However, Song Beiyun found that Qiaoyun's face was not very good, so he stepped forward and asked.

"It's nothing, maybe I caught a cold." Qiaoyun shook her head and said, "It's not going to be a big deal."

Song Beiyun put it on her wrist and listened for a while, but after hearing it, he frowned...

It's not afraid of the day, but only the Chinese medicine doctor frowned, Qiaoyun was also shocked, but she didn't dare to make a sound, so she could only wait there quietly.

"Sister Qiaoyun, sit down and be calm."

Sitting on the chair, Song Beiyun took the pulse again. This time it took a very long time and seemed to be repeatedly confirming it.

"What the hell is wrong?"

Qiaoyun was panicked, afraid that she would have some strange disease, so she asked with some anxiety.

"It's strange." Song Beiyun blinked quickly: "Sister Qiaoyun hasn't practiced martial arts for a while, right?"

"Well... I've been wasted for a long time. I haven't moved for more than a year."

"That's right." Song Beiyun breathed a sigh of relief: "I have it."

"Have it? What?"

Looking at Qiaoyun's face was confused, Song Beiyun patted her head: "What else can I have? I have a baby."

At that moment, Qiaoyun felt like she was struck by lightning and could not recover for a long time. When she recovered, she covered her mouth in disbelief and tears were rolling in her eyes.

"What are you excited?" Song Beiyun smiled and said, "I want me to see it because you practice martial arts and endocrine disorders. Now you are normal. Isn't it so pregnant?"

Qiaoyun couldn't listen to these things. She hugged Song Beiyun and cried. She cried very badly, even worse than having a terminal illness.

Biluo next to him sighed, took a few steps back but didn't know what to say.

"Okay, OK, this is a good thing." Song Beiyun rubbed Qiaoyun's head and said, "You can take good care of yourself these days, don't worry about the rest. I'll find you a nanny in a few days."
Chapter completed!