"Let them wait.
”
Fang Yun ignored the people outside, even though the letters kept coming.
Then Fang Yun closed his eyes and began to cultivate.
When the others saw Fang Yun like this, they suddenly realized that this was the holy land of enlightenment, and it had just opened. Although the Divine Path here was not as strong as it would be in the future, it was closer to the original power of the Divine Path. It was better for those below the level of Great Confucian.
So all the officials in the Academy of Arts began to cultivate.
Time passed slowly. More and more people gathered outside the Academy of Arts. Gyeongo's Left Assistant Minister of Rites, Minister of Honglu Temple, and Vice-Minister of Honglu Temple had all arrived. This meant that Gyeongo could no longer carry out high-level foreign affairs activities. Whether it was the monarch or the cabinet, they could not leave the two officials of Honglu Temple.
This also meant that Gyeongo had raised their visit to Baling to the level of a country. However, due to etiquette, they could only send the Assistant Minister of Personnel. If they did not care about etiquette, Gyeongo might send the Assistant Minister or even the Right Minister to visit Baling.
Not only did Gyeongo send the Assistant Minister of Rites, but the other eight countries also sent their Assistant Minister of Rites. Big countries like Qi even sent other officials of the same rank to show that they valued Baling without breaking etiquette.
After all, there was no precedent for the Minister and the Cabinet to visit a state first. They could only visit the monarch with state etiquette before going to Baling. That would seriously delay their arrival in Xiangzhou.
The Jingguo court sent Kang Ha-chuan directly. Kang Ha-chuan was now the highest-ranking official in Jingguo, second only to the monarch.
All the aristocratic families sent their Great Confucian scholars. Some of the heads of the declining aristocratic families even came in person.
The holy land of enlightenment could decide the rise and fall of an aristocratic family.
As for the other Xusheng families and aristocratic families, those with Great Confucian scholars sent them. Those without Great Confucian scholars came in person. In name, they came to congratulate, but in reality, they knew that they had lost the right to fight for the Little Apricot Altar. They just wanted to fight for a chance.
Originally, almost all the scholars of Baling had gathered outside the Academy of Literature. When the envoys of various countries and the great scholars of the aristocratic families arrived, they had no choice but to leave with a sigh and watch from afar. The attendants of the people from the aristocratic families were all Jinshi and above. Ordinary scholars could no longer stand here.
When the news of the Little Apricot Altar spread, the natives of Baling City rejoiced. As long as a holy land like the Little Apricot Altar was not a Notre-Dame, no matter how tight the lockdown was, it would still affect hundreds of kilometers. From now on, the children of Baling City would definitely become more intelligent.
What's more, any Holy Land was the pride of that place.
The confidence that they had lost after being bullied by Gyeongo for so many years returned to the people of Baling City.
However, the people from the various countries and aristocratic families did not expect that Fang Yun would actually ignore them and hide in the Holy Land to cultivate. But since they were already here, they could not just leave. They could only wait outside the Wen Institute.
The low-ranking officials of Baling City invited the people from the various countries and aristocratic families to temporarily leave the front of the Wen Institute and go to other places to stay. But everyone was afraid of missing out on Fang Yun and insisted on staying.
Because most of the officials of Baling City had entered the Little Apricot Altar, they were like a group of dragons without a leader. The officials who had come with Kang Ha-chuan from the capital immediately began to issue orders. They built many thatched bamboo huts in front of the Wen Institute and invited everyone to stay.
Soon, the bamboo huts in front of the Wen Institute became a strange sight in Baling City. It even became an interesting topic on the rankings.
The people from the various countries and aristocratic families were anxious, but the scholars of Jingguo were not. This was the first Holy Land of Jingguo. The scholars of Jingguo would naturally enjoy the benefits of being close to the water.
Kang Ha-chuan and the Jingguo officials were in the bamboo hut closest to the Wen Institute. Although it was called a bamboo hut, it was more like a thatched hut and bamboo shed. There were bamboo walls on three sides. The side facing the Wen Institute had no walls or doors. It was wide open.
Inside the bamboo hut, the Jingguo officials were talking loudly and cheerfully. It was as if they were in a grand festival.
Kang Ha-chuan had a smile on his face the whole time. He rarely spoke, but there was joy in his eyes. Every official could see that this old man had been trying to suppress his excitement. After all, the Little Apricot Altar had been of great help to Jingguo.
If Fang Yun had defeated the barbarians and rebuilt Jingguo's soul, then this Little Apricot Altar was equivalent to injecting fresh blood into Jingguo.
Everyone was happily chatting when three people dressed in Gyeongo's formal attire appeared in front of the bamboo hut with some officials. They were Gyeongo's assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites, the Minister of Honglu Temple, and the Vice Minister of Honglu Temple.
The smiles on the faces of the Jingguo officials disappeared. Their faces darkened as they stared at the three people.
The Assistant Minister of the Ministry of Rites, Xiang Shanling, saluted the Jingguo officials and smiled faintly. "Greetings, my literary friends …"
"Who are your literary friends?" A Jingguo general who accompanied them said coldly. The Jingguo officials smiled knowingly.
The relationship between the two countries had long fallen to the bottom. If it wasn't for the fact that both countries needed each other, they would have completely broken off relations.
What Gyeongo did to Fang Yun and Jingguo was enough to make the two countries go to war in the past. They would have had to give up at least one province to appease Jingguo's anger.
"When two armies go to war, envoys are not killed. Moreover, Qingjing and Jingguo are still friends, not enemies. It's against etiquette for you to treat us with such hostility." Xiang Shanling was still smiling, showing the smoothness of a foreign affairs official.
"Oh? Does Gyeongo want to declare war on Jingguo? " The general's words made the Jingguo officials smile again. They cleverly bypassed etiquette and made a strong counterattack. In the end, they threw the question to Xiang Shanling. Most importantly, they didn't want to talk business with him.
The smile on Xiang Shanling's face disappeared. He said, "I don't talk with vulgar people. I only talk about national affairs with gentlemen. Mr. He Chuan, I'm here to talk about the two countries. I'm not here to argue. "
When the Jingguo officials heard that Xiang Shanling called himself a student, they admitted defeat and didn't pursue the matter.
Kang Ha-chuan nodded slightly. He stroked his silver long beard and asked, "Assistant Minister Xiang, what do you want to talk about?"
Xiang Shanling saluted and said, "Gyeongo is willing to exchange food for a place in the Little Apricot Altar."
Kang Ha-chuan's face was calm. The rest of the Jingguo officials sat still. Even the general who mocked Xiang Shanling just now was speechless.
The officials behind Xiang Shanling looked pleased with themselves.
There was no need for the Gyeongo officials to explain. Every Jingguo official understood Gyeongo's purpose.
Gyeongo was the largest grain-producing country in the human race.
In normal times, Jingguo was completely self-sufficient in terms of food. This was because Jiangzhou and Xiangzhou were also land of fish and rice. However, Jingguo's continuous war with the Barbarian Tribe had caused the consumption of food to increase rapidly. At the same time, the labor force was constantly decreasing. Many lands had become barren.
Although Jingguo had a lot more land in the north, reclamation couldn't be completed in one winter. It would take at least three years for Jingguo's food production to return to normal.
Moreover, Jingguo's population had suffered a great loss. Now, they needed to encourage fertility. However, the prerequisite for fertility was food and clothing. Hunger, natural disasters, and war were the main culprits for the decline in fertility. In order to encourage fertility, Jingguo had to buy a lot of food and sell it to the people at a low price. This was to ensure that the people had enough to eat.
Jingguo could buy food from other countries, but the cost would be much higher. Furthermore, the Barbarian Tribe had not only attacked Gyeongo, but also consumed a lot of food over the years. In addition, they were preparing for the second Battle of Two Worlds Mountain. Therefore, the countries couldn't really sell much food to Jingguo.
In three years, Gyeongo would use food to choke Jingguo.
Food was the most important thing to the people.
The Jingguo officials gritted their teeth and looked at Gyeongo.
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