Half a month later, Song Beichuan's Golden Lion Group led 20,000 people to Kyoto and fought with the Silver Leopard Group. After another half a month, Song Beichuan and officials at all levels also came to Kyoto.

After arriving at the capital, Song Beichuan and others had no time to work, so they took everyone to visit the capital of Huaqing and countless scenic spots and historical sites.

Especially in the Bauhinia City, twenty-four emperors lived in, and after two bags of Ming and Qing dynasties, there were countless treasures in the world. The most reckless thing, Song Beichuan was able to finally step into the red rope to visit these treasures of the country.

But as soon as he saw these, Song Beichuan thought of those treasures lost abroad. He was a person with historical feelings. Especially after experiencing so many things, he found that this kind of feelings could bring people together, which made him cherish them more. So every time he did something beneficial to this aspect, his status in the Hongyun Party was more stable.

On the other hand, these collections have not been maintained for six or seven years, and some walls have begun to fall off and there are many places that need to be restored. However, before coming, Zhang Shouren had already thought about these problems.

So I brought a large number of maintenance personnel. Some of these personnel had done this before, and some later changed their careers. This kind of work is very patient. Although the construction that has been around for hundreds of years, sometimes it is like a house of cards, which is fragile. First, it needs to be protected and then repaired.

Of course, these are just a small part of the trivial matters, and cleaning up the corpses is extremely difficult. It took six or seven years to cremate the zombies in the Northeast. It is not easy to burn the bones in such a short time, and there are many zombies trapped in the building.

They also need to pry the door open from house to house. Because of the shortage of food for the zombies trapped indoors, their deaths were terrifying. The limbs were lying hideously in the room. The lush white bones were lying on the floor, with a thick layer of blood, and the corpses of various insects, and the rats were running around the ground. The only thing that remained unchanged was the smell of rotten corpses.

All of these need a little bit. After all, there is not a large population now, and just a small area can accommodate many people, which is relatively oversupply compared to the past.

Song Beichuan spent a day visiting the capital, and his heart was indescribable. He had not been here before the disaster, and he had no past prosperity, but he had a little more sadness.

That night he smoked a whole pack of cigarettes, while smoking, sighing at the impermanence of the world. He asked himself what virtues and abilities are. Now he can sit in this position and even read the oath.

In order to announce the restoration of Huaqing Kingdom at the military parade, he prepared a dozen manuscripts. He was not particularly good at writing articles. However, in his position, there would be many people with outstanding literary talent to write manuscripts for him, and he was very happy to occupy the nest. Even without the right to sign, it was nothing, because just thinking about the articles that could be printed in textbooks and those that have been read by generations, I felt excited just thinking about it.

He received tens of thousands of manuscripts at once, and Song Beichuan still has the ability to appreciate articles. After several rounds of elimination of the working group, there were only ten articles left, which made Song Beichuan choose the one he was satisfied with.

Text is very strange. Good articles have their own advantages, but the bad ones can be distinguished at a glance. I read these ten articles back and forth three times, and finally chose a work that suits my wishes.

This is very hypocritical. He puts other people's works on his own. He said that he wrote it himself. Although Song Beichuan is not a good person, he cherishes the fruits of other people's labor.

So, I made a decision and left it like this in advance. Ten years later, when I step down, I will let Zhang Shouren, or someone else, make the real author of this manuscript clear to the world. In this way, someone will slander him, but he doesn't care, because he believes that the people will forgive him for everything he has done and what ordinary people can do. The only disadvantage will make everyone believe that he is really just an ordinary person.

After three or two days, Fatty, Chu Xiaoyi, and Shunchen Xiukan came to Kyoto with three thousand soldiers. These old friends hadn't seen each other for a long time. Without saying a word, those who could drink were gathered together to drink big wine. If they couldn't drink, they would have a big meal. Their living standards have improved now, and they would take a bath together.

The century-old Tsinghua Pool was cleared out. Although the group of people who started the business here were no longer there, such an old business must not be wasted. The same business was open, but now at most, Song Beichuan and others enjoyed it first.

Soaking in the warm pool, this month was the most relaxing year for Song Beichuan. He said that he should not be complacent and remember the bitterness and sweetness. Now he has no leisure time. These big men took a bath, drank a little wine together, and did not find special staff. It was simply the conscience of the industry.

Especially looking at the current world, crime is always happening, it is like the cradle of sin, dp, gambling, prostitution, these are all trivial matters, and even returning to the slave society, buying and selling people, selling organs, and reselling arms, the population has dropped sharply, and after a second toss, it has become even smaller.

It was not until the rights gradually stabilized that the population was valued, but some people were human beings, and some people had become beasts. Talking beasts kept serving others. The so-called service means feeding you a bite of food. If you make a little wrong, you will get a whip and get a whip, which will definitely be merciless!

If a slave is beaten to death, it will be of use, such as eyes, kidneys, liver, and organs that can be traded will be frozen. Therefore, slave traders often shout advertisements: Buy slaves and sell slaves! If you can do dirty work, you can still exchange gold if you die!

Of course, not all slaves can have organs. For example, people who die of old age will not be valuable, but there will be almost no slaves who die of old age.

The reason is also very simple. When the slave was caught at the age of 30, he was trained by the slave trader and left some qualification certificates on his body, that is, scars, and he would not be given food. When he was extremely hungry, he would give him a sumptuous meal, and then he would be hungry again. When he was extremely hungry, he would give him a steamed bun.

When people still want to have a big meal, they need to find a way, so they choose to please slave traders. Of course, there are also tough things in it, just to die, but it is never that easy.

Slave dealers will have an electric chair. The voltage is not strong and can be controlled freely and will not cause irreversible harm to people. When those slaves seeking death will electric them in a coma and then feed them to liquid food to ensure that you will not die. After all, when you step into this door, your life is no longer your life, but the property of the slave dealer. It is natural to protect your property from loss.

There are many other ways to train like this. After saying so much, you can only realize the cruelty of the world today. It is said that there have been cases of cannibalism in India. That's right, people are similar. Moreover, people have not become zombies. They just don't want to work, so they kill and plunder, and eat people on a large scale. However, they think about buying slaves, growing marijuana, and all kinds of strange things that make people excited. In short, they have become a poisonous country.

Terrifying things happen all the time, but you need to know what kind of living conditions are here managed by Song Beichuan. Everything here is in line with the civilization before the disaster. Although there is no legal constraint, no such thing as stealing or robbery has happened. Although it is a bit incredible, it has become an unreasonable utopia.

It is almost zero crime. Perhaps because everyone is living the same now, this is not a question that ordinary people can answer, but it does happen. No matter what you do, as long as you work, there will be rewards. When you encounter difficulties, someone will lend a helping hand to help you. This place is not perfect, but it is already good enough. Maybe in the near future, sin will be born for human selfish desires.

But compared to outside, it's just like heaven.

Especially Song Beichuan was soaking in the pool at this time. Looking at the steaming clouds and mist, he felt that he was in heaven. Yuan Cheng and the fat man did not forget to drink wine while taking a bath. A small pot of white wine was placed on a wooden basin. Anyone who wanted to drink only needed to shout, and the person who was drinking pushed the wine along the water.

Of course, there is tea when there is wine. Song Beichuan's attitude towards wine is too low, so he drank chrysanthemum tea and defeated the fire.

I lit a cigarette and sucked the clouds and fog, but I never realized that it would be so good to smoke in a bath, and I felt like I was going to smoke afterwards.

Song Beichuan's cheeks were soaked red, and he said, "Fatty, how are you doing in Tatar Country? Is Polkin still honest?"

The fat man wiped his big face with a towel and said, "I didn't dare to form a gang. I have been developing agriculture, animal husbandry and other things. However, after the last time they exploded their base area, their food rations were seriously damaged, so I guess I need to come from Jingxian Province to help me."

Song Beichuan smiled and said, "Fatty, the richest person now is not our old nest Jingxian Province, but Shuozhen Province. There are countless granaries, all of which are full of them. Just the Tatars, it is no problem to feed them."

Liu Wenheng felt a gleam on his face. Although he did not name it, everyone knew that he had managed Shuozhen Province before, and it was thanks to him that he had so much excess food.

"Beichuan." The fat man asked, "I'm a little anxious when we can do the military parade."

Song Beichuan said: "Don't worry, in a week, we will stand on the city tower, watch our soldiers walk in neat steps, and then feel how great we have done."
Chapter completed!