It hurts the muscles and bones for a hundred days, and the words of this ancestor are really not lying.

When the last line was demolished and walked out of the palace, he just glanced at the bright spring scenery outside. Only then did Song Beiyun realize that it had been more than two months since he entered the palace last time.

The injury has not yet been cured and needs to be observed every day. Although he is a doctor himself, the doctor never treats himself. He, a rare "famous doctor" in the world, now has to follow the doctor's advice.

Jin Ling'er arrived at Jinling on the 22nd day of the first lunar month. After all, Song Beiyun was injured in the New Year's Eve. It can be seen that Jin Ling'er did not delay at all. After all, there was a lot of snow on the way and the journey was not smooth. Even if there was a cement road, it took more than 20 days to arrive.

She did not blame Song Beiyun, but instead complained about Zhao Xinghao. After seeing the hideous scars on Song Beiyun's body, she secretly wiped her tears several times.

"If you want me to tell me, you should avoid being with him. He has never been serious since he was a child and can't tell the truth. If something really happens, what should you do with the whole family?"

"I know, I know." Song Beiyun covered his wound and walked slowly. After more than two months of closure, he felt that his calves had shrunk. If he couldn't get up and walk, he would be paralyzed.

Although Jin Ling'er is old-fashioned now and no longer says strange things after becoming a mother, she is only twenty-six years old this year, and she is in her prime. When she walks on the street, she wears green clothes, no one knows that her son is seven or eight years old.

"How is Qiaoqiao? I haven't heard of Qiaoqiao these days."

"Qiaoqiao... I don't know what to say about her." Jin Ling'er snorted coldly: "It was her who should have taken care of you, after all, she didn't have a burden around her. Now, a family of children, big and small, cannot be separated from each other. Only Qiaoqiao can get out, but she said that she was busy and didn't want to come."

Song Beiyun chuckled: "Don't be angry, she is the kind of person."

"What kind of people are not a man? This kind of thing can still be done by nature? If you want to talk about business, the other end of my fund will have millions of dollars every day. If you want to talk about important things, Zuo Rou's leader will train. If you want to talk about busyness, both Biluo and Zuo Rou are not over one year old, and they cannot live without people around her. Who can do more time than her? This is too inappropriate."

Jin Ling'er became more and more angry as she spoke, and finally her eyes turned red: "You are not at home all day long, and I have to deal with all the big and small things at home. Do you know how difficult it is for me? Your sons don't have a fuel-efficient lamp. The gentleman ran away several times by them. In desperation, the school even came to me to ask me if I could ask your son for another one. How annoying did you say that the gentleman was so angry that he let the princess go to the door of my princess's mansion."

When Song Beiyun heard these scaly things, his scalp was numb. In recent years, he has been away from home all year round and has not returned to celebrate the New Year seriously for the New Year. Now, I can basically say that he has missed the best growth cycle for the child. The smaller ones are fine, and the larger ones are not sure that they are your son when they see them on the road.

"Blame me." Song Beiyun whispered: "Sometimes it's really hard to have clones."

It’s really not that he is acting miserable, but that he is probably the busiest person in the Song Dynasty in recent years. After building Jinling and Chang'an, Chang'an is almost done, so he ran to Lianyungang. After this set, there were only three places, but when he turned around, he found that it had been ten years.

Life is really like a flash of time. Inadvertently, time rumbles by, no matter who it is, it has to be entangled. Occasionally, looking down, but it is just a mess.

"No one said you, most of you feel sorry for you. You are a person who does great things, and the country and the family will eventually have to choose one side." Jin Ling'er sighed: "The same was true for the father back then, and he only took care of his family when he got old."

Song Beiyun chuckled, and sat down at a table arranged by a shop on the side of the road. He couldn't eat anything randomly, but just ordered a pot of good spring tea, which was used to take a break.

"I feel very uncomfortable when I see you like this." Jin Ling'er said in a crying voice: "When did you, Song Beiyun, look so sick, I can't think of it. No matter what, you will recover after sleeping."

"Hahaha, how can that be compared? At the age of eighteen or nineteen, people would fly at that time. By the way, go buy me a newspaper and take a look."

Jin Ling'er didn't say anything anymore, but just followed Song Beiyun's words and bought him a newspaper.

There have been no new tricks recently. After all, it is the busy farming season, so everyone’s gossip is naturally much less.

However, there is a news in this newspaper that attracted Song Beiyun's attention, that is, the Southeast region seems to be having an unpleasant situation recently. The reason is probably that Qiongzhou Port has robbed the share of Quanzhou Port. Many local businessmen who have been doing business with Nanyang are a little dissatisfied, and now they seem to be clamoring to ban Qiongzhou Port.

Song Beiyun laughed at this because there is an essential difference between the ports in Quanzhou and Qiongzhou. Now he temporarily grabs some shares to activate the ecology of Qiongzhou and Leizhou.

And just as he was reading the newspaper, the discussions next to him made him feel quite interesting.

"Have you heard it? There was an amazing figure in Jin State before, but his house was confiscated because he privately compared himself to Lord Song. How capable is Lord Song? Who is better than Lord Song in Jinling City?"

When Song Beiyun heard this discussion, he turned his head and looked at Jin Ling'er, but Jin Ling'er just covered her mouth and smiled, and poked Song Beiyun gently: "When did you start to compare with those rascals?"

"Good thing." Song Beiyun nodded with a smile and said, "This shows that my influence has begun to decline here. They don't know who I am. This is really a good thing. A country needs to have many heroes and role models, but there must be no gods."

It is actually normal for the people to discuss this kind of issue. In their eyes, the most awesome person may be the Niu Er who can pull up two hundred kilograms of stone locks in the intersection. In their eyes, this and that man's slut is already an amazing figure.

Most of them actually have no concept of emperors and important officials, so this analogy is their analogy between the ceiling within their cognition. After all, information is not developed, grassroots people have low cultural literacy, and their horizons are not very good, and they will gradually get better in the future.

But if we really want to discuss this issue, for example, people like Song Beiyun compare with the most awesome rogues in Jinling City, there is actually nothing to compare, because the reference objects cannot be found...

If you have to compete with each other, you can only use hierarchical screening methods. For example, the Baye Cao they mentioned may be someone who monopolizes the local porter, manure and so on.

Such people go up to the next level, that is, the local area’s management, that is, those who wear red armbands and walk on the street all day long.

Upwards, it is the leader of Guan Dai, but at this level, there is still no official position. Continue to go down, it is the policeman in the public security yamen in the nine districts of Jinling. This is considered a grassroots minor official, with no grades and no grades, just a bowl of public meals.

From then on, they began to be included in the grade. The highest level of the public security yamen was the ninth rank, and the Ministry of Justice was upwards. The Imperial City Department jointly formed the security inspection yamen, and the highest level of the police yamen was from the seventh rank.

After the seventh grade, we went to the fifth grade horse, the commander of the infantry commander, the deputy commander, and the observing commander.

After arriving here, they can already be considered as entering the hall and have a certain space for speech in the court, which means they have touched Song Beiyun's edge.

But they just touched the edge, because even though they were in the court, they could not report their work to Song Beiyun over the level, and they were not even qualified to directly ask for a meeting with Song Beiyun.

To be able to report directly to Song Beiyun, you need to reach the fourth rank. Who are you?

Baohe, Longtu, Tianzhang, Baowen, Xianmo, Huiyou, Fuwenge were waiting for the system, the left and right counselors, the six ministers of the six guards, and the generals of the guards.

In other words, only when you reach the level of the Minister of the State and General is qualified to have a direct conversation with Song Beiyun. And then to the level of the third rank, that is, the direct scholar of the Court, the prefect of Jingzhao, the general of the guards, various warriors, and the founding marquis, can you form a colleague relationship with Song Beiyun, and you need to call yourself the following officials.

When he reached the third rank, he was a colleague of Song Beiyun, and he was already at the level of the Sixth rank of the Minister of the Trustee Cao.

And what else is there in Song Beiyun? The Secretariat and the Prince Shaobao.

What is this? This is the real power of the prime minister. In the future, the crown prince will ascend the throne and he will be directly ranked as the third duke.

Although he was stuck in the third rank, his real power was the first rank treatment, which governed six ministries and checked and balanced the three provinces.

To calculate how many levels are there, the quality is divided into the right one, the middle one, and the lower one. Compared with Song Beiyun and Cao Baye, it is like asking Lily of the Valley boy who is more awesome in high school or the US president.

If the US president knew about it, he would probably have reacted the same way as Song Beiyun.

Not to mention whether Master Cao Ba dares to touch Song Beiyun, if the eighth master hears the discussion of the subordinates, he has to take his family from the east gate of Jinling to the side of Zijin Mountain to wait for Song Beiyun to appear and kowtow to apologize. If Song Beiyun is in a good mood, he can let the servants at his lower end convey a sentence "I know" through the curtain of the carriage. If he is in a bad mood, he can just ride a horse and step over him.

Why? Because he blocked the way for the imperial officials and might be assassinated.

This world is so unreasonable. Not to mention in the Song Dynasty, in any country, whenever a formal state visit of Song Beiyun, the most time it is to ask the prime minister of another country to go out of the city gate to greet him, and it may even be the emperor of another country to go out of the city gate to greet him.

How to compare? No one in the world except the emperor is better than him, and even the emperor needs to negotiate with him and cannot directly issue orders.

"Oh, right." Song Beiyun took a sip of tea and suddenly remembered: "How much does the Princess Fund lose in a year now?"

"It will increase every year." Jin Ling'er chuckled: "I lost 8 million yuan the year before yesterday, and lost 14.7 million yuan last year, mainly because the dredging of the Yellow River channel cost a lot of money."

"Yeah, that's OK." Song Beiyun nodded and said, "Not much, I can accept it."

"But this is not a solution to go on for a long time. This year, I plan to think of some ideas, not to turn losses into profits, at least I have to balance income and expenditure."

Song Beiyun was silent for a long time: "It's difficult."

In fact, it’s not that I don’t believe in Jin Ling’er, but that the Princess Fund itself is a public welfare fund. Most of its sources of income rely on donations from merchants. Her funding trends roughly cover four aspects: one is private disaster relief, one is living security for the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled, the other is maternal and child health care, and the other is agricultural subsidy.

These four projects don’t sound like profitable transactions, but they are truly related to the national economy and people’s livelihood. Although they do not require tax payments, the high expenditure cannot be changed at all.

Delivery houses, nursing workers, and prostitutes who have been transferred from good jobs, and those who have lost or are unable to work are all a huge expense.

To put it bluntly, this thing is that it is the nature of social insurance and can barely survive now, but it will definitely be included in the national system in the future.

"I can't figure out some things, you say you." Jin Ling'er smiled with her chin on her back, "From the beginning of your outing, to the present day, there are not 20 million people who survived because of you, and there are 18 million. Why are there still many people scolding you so far?"

"It's better to curse, it's better to curse." Song Beiyun raised a finger: "It's a good thing for everyone in the world to scold me. If everyone in the world praises me, then it's a bad thing."

"Hmm? Worry about my brother?"

"He is secondary. The key is that you have to know that in the world, besides the emperor, there are many nobles in the world. Now the court can still balance it for the time being, but once everyone in the world praises me, they will have a common enemy. The reform has not been successful yet, so I will praise me. When I die in a thousand years, I will praise me in the history textbook."

Jin Ling'er pursed her lips but didn't say anything because she knew very well that her man was right, but this seemed to make him feel wronged.

"By the way, you haven't heard of it."

"What did you hear?" Song Beiyun asked curiously: "What are you hearing about again?"

"I heard that people rebelled in Shandong."

"Oh, this, I know." Song Beiyun nodded: "It won't be a climate, and that's a matter within the Liao Kingdom, so we can't interfere."

"Why are you sure it won't be a climate?"

"Hahaha." Song Beiyun slowly took out a big son from his purse and put it in his palm: "Let's have a gamble."

Jin Ling'er smiled and found a eldest son: "I heard that the place is so powerful that I don't believe it can't be the climate. You, Xiang Song, can't guess everything right, right?"
Chapter completed!