“Good idea!”
Everyone applauded.
When Emperor Chengping celebrated his 60th birthday, the birthday gifts from officials from all over the country must have been very rare and precious. No matter how precious the gifts were, they would not be able to surpass others.
But our Majesty not only likes gold, silver, treasures, rare flowers and stones, but also likes fame.
"Your Excellency has presented this painting of ten thousand acres of rice fields. It is bound to be unique and will make Your Majesty's eyes light up." Chi Qiaoyu praised.
Bai Shiyuan had an idea. Should he follow Zhao Lin's example and give the emperor such an ingenious birthday gift?
The previous Bai Shiyuan didn’t need it, the Bai family would deliver it to him.
But now that he is the governor, he must have his own gift.
Otherwise, the emperor might be unhappy.
Zhao Lin smiled and said, "It's not to please Your Majesty, but the whole world belongs to the king. Such a beautiful rice field has grown on Your Majesty's land, so naturally I want to let Your Majesty see it."
Look, look, the governor speaks differently.
Everyone was still thinking about how to give gifts to please the emperor, but Zhao Lin pushed everything onto the emperor.
This is the highest realm of gift giving.
This is not a gift, it was originally yours, you are just returning it to its original owner.
How could the emperor not be happy?
Learn, you must learn, quickly take out a notebook and write it down.
Chi Qiaoyu took a glance and saw Su Yinghan holding a piece of hard paper in one hand and a charcoal pencil in the other, writing furiously.
Oops, even flattery has fallen behind.
This Su guy is indeed a wealthy businessman in Jinzhou, he knows how to flatter.
Chi Qiaoyu deliberately asked, "Master Su, what are you writing?"
Su Yinghan said, "I'm recording your words. Your every word and action is like the teachings of a sage, which enlightens me. However, my memory is not very good, so I have to write it down."
Grunt!
Uncontrollable laughter came from the side.
Su Di glared at Su Yinghan fiercely.
I really embarrassed myself.
But Su Yinghan didn't blush at all. Instead, she said sternly, "Don't laugh, everyone. I'm not as talented as you are. I was able to serve you because of my cousin's support. The opportunity to hear your teachings in person is a rare opportunity. If you don't take note, it will be too late to regret it later."
Zhao Lin shook his head and laughed, saying, "I understand what you're thinking. Go find a painter."
"Yes, sir."
Seeing that Zhao Lin appreciated the favor, Su Yinghan happily went to find the painter.
Sudi couldn't help but say, "My cousin is just like that. My lord, don't bother with him."
Zhao Lin smiled and said, "That's fine. Although Yinghan seems a bit anxious, we're all like that. Isn't what I'm doing just as much to curry favor with His Majesty as he is?"
Everyone nodded.
The eldest brother doesn't talk about the second brother, they are all trying to please their superiors, there is nothing to laugh at.
On the contrary, Su Yinghan is bold and daring, which is admirable.
Zhao Lin set up another Governor's Office in Mingzhou City and brought in several important figures such as Fu Wenqi to fill the Governor's Office. Su Yinghan also followed.
Now they are all from the Governor's Office.
Bai Shiyuan asked the Bai family to arrange a new person, which would be beneficial to both parties.
Soon, Su Yinghan came with the painter.
He was an old man in his sixties, unkempt and looking sloppy.
"Master Shui Daozi is a famous painter in the area. He was once invited to the imperial palace to paint portraits of imperial concubines."
Su Yinghan introduced, "Originally, Master Shui was reluctant to come, no matter how much money was offered. But when he heard that the job was to paint a map of ten thousand acres of rice to record the joy of the people's harvest, he came without asking for a penny."
Zhao Lin said to Shui Daozi, "Thank you, Master."
Shui Daozi ignored Zhao Lin. He jumped off the carriage and looked left and right. Then he returned to the carriage and, with the help of his servant, stood on the carriage and looked out into the distance, praising him repeatedly: "Excellent! Excellent! It's worth my trip. Quick, spread out the paper and grind the ink. I'm getting the feeling and I'm going to start painting."
The book boy hurried to spread out the drawing paper and grind it.
Zhao Lin and others stood aside and watched.
As soon as the servant was ready, Shui Daozi immediately took up his brush and began to paint. His strokes were as smooth as flowing clouds and running water, and he was fully focused and finished the painting in one go.
In just half an hour, a picture was completed.
"alright."
Shui Daozi looked at it reluctantly for a long time before throwing away his paintbrush and said.
Zhao Lin and others immediately gathered around to watch.
This painting is nearly eight inches wide and nearly ten feet long, making it a truly long painting.
The images in the painting are vivid, with endless golden rice fields, farmers harvesting, butterflies flying, and field mice stealing food below.
The sun is warm in the sky, the rice fields are covered with golden waves, and the green trees in the distance are the background.
Birds are flying in the sky, children are running and playing in the rice fields, and dogs are chasing hares.
The atmosphere is full of life.
At first glance, it seems that the whole person comes alive and is full of vitality.
"Good! You are worthy of being Master Shui! This painting of ten thousand acres of rice fields can be regarded as a famous painting handed down from generation to generation." Zhao Lin praised.
"It's really well drawn. It perfectly captures the impact." Chi Qiaoyu followed up with praise.
"Painting is about connotation rather than content, and Master Shui has achieved that." Bai Shiyuan praised him from a technical perspective.
Others followed suit and praised him.
Shui Daozi said proudly, "Thank goodness you invited me here. If it were someone else, it would be a waste of such a wonderful sight."
Zhao Lin smiled and said, "Master, you are right. I will give you a reward of 100 taels of silver."
Shui Daozi accepted them generously and asked, "Whose rice fields are these?"
Su Yinghan quickly said, "This is the wasteland that the Governor personally led his men to reclaim."
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