When Pan Geng moved to Yin, I initiated Jian Shang

The reception standards of Yan State were also adjusted year by year.

After all, the country is big, and the demands of internal and external forces are different, so the standards used must have their own constants.

One is to reduce consumption, and the other is to standardize management.

Nowadays, the name of the world is still Shang.

Since he is a businessman, Zisong’s hospitality level is the highest.

Before, Zixun lived in a three-courtyard house on the outskirts of Tong County.

It is located in the west, adjacent to the paddy field river, and there is a military camp nearby for close protection.

Zisong got out of the car and walked around the yard. He then discovered a number of sentry posts facing the yard a thousand steps away.

If there is any movement on their side, they will be discovered immediately.

“There are so many bamboos here.”

Suddenly, Zisong saw a bamboo forest and was a little surprised.

Not to mention him, even Su Zhen who came along was surprised.

They originally thought that the bamboo in Yan State mostly grew in the mountains, but they did not expect that there were bamboo forests near the river beach.

"These bamboos are private property of the country. They are harvested and sold every year." A young man at the table reached out and grabbed a bamboo leaf, playing with it. "When winter comes, except for a few main veins, the rest are all cut down and handed over to bamboo craftsmen to make various tools. They also need to apply fertilizer regularly."

The most frustrating thing about growing bamboo in the north is winter.

Although the weather in Beijing is relatively warm now and the humidity is acceptable, for bamboos, most of their bamboo poles have to be chopped down when winter comes.

First, it was burned into bamboo charcoal for purchase and use by the nobles.

Secondly, it preserves more possibilities for future growth.

Basically, as long as it is managed well, the economic value of this bamboo forest can offset the annual expenditure of this embassy.

"Yeah. It's really good." Zisong really likes bamboo, or rather bamboo poles.

He plucked one at random and waved it a few times in the air in front of him, as if he was holding a short spear in his hand.

"Although bamboo is good, it is still not as dense as in the south. When I went to Mingtiao, the bamboo forests there were all over the fertile land. Within a dozen miles, you could only see bamboos. Bears, snakes, and rats roamed among them. It was really magnificent. The bamboo forests here are much smaller than those in the south."

This is a bit sarcastic.

Zisong actually didn't think it was that good to live in a three-courtyard compound, because apart from the forest, the rest were either farmland or grassland, with no shelter at all.

In other words, Zisong was unhappy with the feeling of being watched.

The young man at the table chuckled and said, "Bei Bo once said that the land is divided into north and south, and the mountains, swamps and grasses are differentiated differently due to different circumstances. When people survive in the region, they will inevitably choose everything that is most convenient to strengthen their development.

Therefore, all the customs of each clan, when traced back to ancient times, are the result of inheritance and development.

The State of Yan developed from the Xin clan in Changping. In the early years, they lived on the mountainside and it was difficult to find a plain as a base for survival.

The place where the three-story courtyard is located is the place with the most abundant water and grass in the entire Tong County, which is the land we rarely seek.

Such a place was said to be placed for the prince's use, and he used it.

If you feel the compound is too small, that's natural.

After all, Yan was a weak state, not like the big city of Shang. It had an empty stomach and little wealth to repair houses.

Most of the fees are spent on filling our stomachs.”

Zisong looked at the young man in front of him and said with a smile: "It can be seen that you, the second generation of Yan State, are very mature. What is your surname and name?"

The boy heard the dissatisfaction in his words, not only did he not make any sarcastic remarks, but he also acted weak.

Can Yan State really not afford to spend any money at all?
All I can say is that good steel should be used where it matters most. As for dissatisfaction, just pretend you didn't hear it. If that doesn't work, just satisfy him with his superior country's image.

Hearing this, the young man smiled and said, "My surname is Long, my given name is Wei, and my courtesy name is Qinggang. According to the etiquette of our Yan State, surnames are recorded in the genealogy and used during marriage.

Superiors and elders should call me by my surname. You can call me Long Wei.

When peers interact with each other, they call each other by their given names. Of course, when they are angry, they can also call each other directly by their surnames or given names.

For example, the guards next to you have to call me Long Qinggang."

"Long? Wei? Qinggang? What do they mean?" Zisong was a little surprised that the surnames and names of the Yan State were actually so different.

"Long means grand, Wei means lush vegetation, and Qinggang means green hills. My fiefdom is in the Yanshan area, south of Xinglong County, on the Longbian Mountain Plain.

Because the vegetation in the mountains was lush, Beibo gave him the name Wei, and the courtesy name Qinggang.

A very common name.”

Long Wei answered with a smile. Although his name was very ordinary, his words showed the joy of being bestowed upon him.

Just from this conversation, Zisong could find that these young men all expressed strong gratitude and admiration for Xinqu.

"Long Wei, right? Okay. I'll make a note of that." Zisong agreed, and then found an excuse to go back for tea and walked into the house. To be honest, the furnishings inside the three-story courtyard were very nice.

Especially porcelain.

Arranged in a row are handicrafts made by grinding, dyeing, glazing and firing minerals. Some are snow-white and delicate, some are green and lustrous, and some are colorful.

In addition to the furnishings, there are also paintings.

“This is the painting of Chengde and Rehe, which was drawn by Bei Bo himself. Chengde is located in the north of Yanshan Mountain, where the General’s Mansion is located.

It is also the site of Beibo’s palace.

Of course, this painting is no longer useful. They have already started dredging and modifying the river in the area, and it will be used as a palace and garden in the future.

There is no point in keeping it in the palace, so I just hang it here."

Long Wei introduced a landscape painting, which was three meters wide and basically took up the entire wall in front of him.

But if he looked over, Zisong was really shocked.

It’s like watching a real scene.

Xin Qu practiced his skills for many years just to get the title of the greatest landscape painter in history. This painting, "Chengde Rehe Map", must be passed down to future generations, so naturally it would not be a bad painting.

But this method of depicting the landscape really astonished the people watching on the spot.

They all felt another kind of beauty.

Compared with the Shang people who liked to play with bronze and jade, this kind of painting seems to have a different culture.

To be honest, an embassy has never been just a place to live; when necessary, it is also a place for cultural penetration.

"I don't know, are there similar paintings for sale on the market?" someone asked.

Zisong also leaned over to listen.

Long Wei smiled and said, "Yes, but they are not famous artists. Moreover, the paint, paper and mounting used for each painting are not cheap.

Just looking at the picture in front of us, Bei Bo once said that it was a waste to spend money to buy three thousand slaves just for his momentary whim.

Since then, Bei Bo no longer painted large-scale paintings. Therefore, most of the paintings on the market are 1 meter long.

The 16-foot-long paintings are decorated with flowers, birds, insects and fish... like this one, "Crouching Tiger on Bluestone", by Fu Tu, the magistrate of Zunhua County."

Zisong looked in the direction he introduced, and saw a tiger lying lazily on the bluestone, with one eye open and the other closed.

Its lips were slightly raised, as if it was unhappy that the visitor had disturbed its sleep.

"This……"

"The pictures of Yan State are surprisingly realistic."

"I just took a look and I thought the tiger was baring its teeth at me."

Discussions continued.

Long Wei looked at them with a smile.

The cultural progress of Yan State has only occurred in the past two years.

And it is definitely a case of leading by example.

Bei Bo likes jade, so his carving skills have made great progress. There are countless lifelike jades, and they are absolutely crushing the markets everywhere.

But not enough.

The best way to resist the erosion of Dayi business culture is iteration and feedback.

Xin Qu thought for a long time and decided that apart from written etiquette norms, the most intuitive thing was pictures.

If large paintings are too expensive, then use small-sized flower and bird paintings to surpass the price.

The nobles of Yan Shang have lived for most of their lives. With the ability to subjugate the world with military force, no worries about food and drink, and no shortage of women, what do they lack?
Excitement? No, no, no! It’s a spiritual pursuit!

Whether it is a picture of rivers and mountains, a painting of flowers and birds, or even poetry, they are all the next stage of the cultural offensive of the State of Yan.

Xin Qu, with more than ten thousand years of artistic accumulation in Middle-earth, even if you haven't seen a pig run, haven't you seen pork?
"There seem to be words on it." Zisong pointed to the edge of the crouching tiger painting, where there were two rows of four sentences.

"After the rain, the rocks have washed their weak faces; the crouching tigers and squatting sheep are all idle. I am greedy to wear my walking stick to enjoy the beautiful autumn scenery; I don't know that my clothes are stained with moss." Long Wei read it out and said, "This poem "Painting a Crouching Tiger on a Mountain" (originally "Climbing Miaogao Pavilion" by Zhang Sigu of the Song Dynasty) was inscribed by Bei Bo. It is said to be a painting of a certain size. After mounting, in addition to showing it to people, you can also add poems on the back of the mounting paper, or the original author can directly fill in the blank space with lyrics.

Magistrate Fu felt that he could not write, so he asked Bei Bo to write it himself.

Bei Bo wrote a poem himself, with only four lines, which perfectly reproduced the scenery in the painting at that time. It is fascinating at first glance.

The other four poems, written above and below, were all written by great wizards in the Imperial Academy of Yan State. They all have their own merits.

I think it’s good. Making friends through painting, expressing one’s feelings through poetry, and singing it out has a unique flavor.”

Zisong was surprised. It was art! (End of this chapter)