Controlling mountains and rivers since the Warring States Period

Chapter 114 Taishi Dan (Part )
In the following days,

He Bo stayed in Luoyi and started his career of brushing up on ghosts and gods again.

The land of Chengzhou is located on the Luoyi Plain and is nurtured by both the Luo River and the Yi River.

He Bo didn't know which river to choose first to make it look like himself, so he picked up a stone and thought, "The front side is Luo River, and the back side is Yi River."

In the storage room, in front of the vast historical records, He Bo threw the stone to the ground, with the back side facing up.

then,

He Bo soaked himself in Yi Shui, and faced with the pushing and squeezing of Yi Shui, he did not move at all.

However, while waiting for the progress bar to refresh,
He Bo was still in Luoyi, helping Taishi Dan with some things.

Taishi Dan said, "The emperor has not cared about the affairs of the treasury for many years. My disciples were sent out by me to record the affairs of various places. I don't know when they can come back."

"So, if it is convenient for ghosts and gods, you can help me copy many classics."

Historical inheritance,

It is not about passing the original work on to later generations from generation to generation.

Time is powerful.
History will become increasingly profound as time goes by.

And the carriers of history will gradually become decayed and incomplete as time goes by.

Could it be that during the Xia and Shang dynasties,
Didn’t the ancients use bamboo to record words?

Although the ancients lived in ancient times, their brains were not equally ancient.

Bamboo is easy to use and will definitely be used.

However, as time passed, the bamboo slips rotted and damaged, so the only things that could be preserved intact were the words engraved on bronze and oracle bones.

The task of historians is to
In addition to preserving the remaining oracle bones and bronzes, people continued to copy the texts recorded on bamboo slips.

With your own mouth,
With your own hands,
Use new bamboo slips,

Passing down history for a long time allows future generations to understand what happened many years ago, know where they came from and what they are continuing.

However, due to the decline of the Zhou emperor's power and the fact that he himself was immersed in wine and sex and did not care about other affairs, the keeper's room had not welcomed any new people for a long time.

Taishi Dan and his disciples,

Year after year, I clean the dust in the storage room and sort out various books.

Now the disciples have all gone out.
Taishi Dan was still there, holding a carving knife and a brush, copying things that happened thousands of years ago, and he was worried about the future of the storage room as the manpower declined.

For this,

Of course He Bo would not refuse.

Anyway, he still had to look through those books and write down what he had written. It was just a piece of cake to copy it while reading.

And the knowledge we have now is extremely valuable.

He Bo was also willing to use this behavior in exchange for his permission to read the books in the collection room.

then,

During the day, He Bo soaked in the Yi water, enjoying the "massage" given to him by the Yi water. At night, he began to copy books.

Because they are ghosts and gods,
So there is no need to turn on the lights. Even in the dimness, He Bo can clearly see the words on the ancient bamboo slips, and then use a carving knife or a brush to transfer them little by little to the new bamboo slips.

From night till day.

After copying too much, He Bo's lazy nature would come out and he would throw down his pen and knife, sit on the mat with his legs apart, spread his hands, and fall backwards, looking like he had died of a sudden illness.

Taishi Dan walked over slowly and checked He Bo's breath. He was shocked at first that he didn't breathe, then he remembered that the other party was a ghost, so he calmed down and walked away slowly.

He Bo lay dead on the ground for a while, then he got up and started copying again.

vaguely,

It feels like I was studying in school in my previous life.

……

"It's better to have paper."

As He Bo was carving words on the bamboo slips, he couldn't help but sigh, "When I have time, I must go to Qin State and ask the Mohists whether they have invented paper."

prior to,

He Bo is a dignified ghost and god, so he has no need to write on paper.

All kinds of things in the underworld can be transformed by magic power.

So after seeing off Gongzi Chao, He Bo did not make things difficult for himself and went to study the papermaking technique.

The Mohists went to the State of Qin, which was separated by the Yellow River.

At that time, He Bo did not have the ability to jump across the river, so naturally he had no idea what was happening to the Mohist school over there.

Now I have the opportunity.

He Bo also wanted to visit Qin State.

Taishi Dan, who was warming himself by the fire nearby, heard the ghost talking to himself, raised his head and said, "Paper, what is it?"

“It is a new carrier of text.”

He Bo conjured up a piece of white paper and handed it to Taishi Dan. Although he couldn't write on it,
But Taishi Dan could clearly feel the softness, toughness and lightness of this illusory object.

So he also sighed, "Paper is such a good thing!"

"With paper, the wisdom and stories of our ancestors can be better passed down and passed on to future generations!"

But right now,

Those who need to use bamboo slips should still use them.

Tai Shi Dan brought a lot of scrolls for He Bo and said, "This is today's task." Then he rubbed his aching old waist and sat back next to the brazier.

He was wrapped in heavy clothes, with his hands hunched and his eyes narrowed, looking relaxed and calm. He yawned occasionally, proving that he had not suddenly died of old age.

He Bo looked at Taishi Dan.
It’s like looking at myself supervising Ximen Bao and the others’ work back then.

The ghost thought to himself: "It is indeed the law of nature that will bring good luck... When I return to the north bank of the river, I should give my horses and cattle two more days off."

Thinking like this,

He Bo grabbed the pen again, spread out a brand new bamboo slip, and began copying the book.

After I finally finished copying,
He Bo was too lazy to go to Yishui, so he moved to the side of the brazier and talked to Taishi Dan.

"History books are really interesting. Things happening today have already happened in ancient times, but later generations will still jump into the pit, thinking that they will not be killed by the fall."

The old man was warming himself by the fire, feeling a little sleepy. But when he heard the ghost say that, he perked up and laughed, "What has happened before will happen again."

“Just like the seasons.”

"Just because a year is changed, everything will not stop growing in spring and summer or withering in autumn and winter."

“But will the seed that sprouts tomorrow be the same as it was last year?”

“The river cannot flow backwards; it flows in the direction of nature. The water is still water, but the scenery on both sides is different.”

He Bo said, "That's indeed the truth."

"It's just that the river keeps flowing, and the small streams will merge into the big streams, and the big streams will flow into the big river, and finally flow into the sea."

“Every turn and intersection is a whole new world.”

"Old sir, your wisdom should be very profound in today's world. Where do you think the river of the world will flow to in the future?"

Taishi Dan said, "It's probably in Qin."

"King Ping granted the land of Zhou to Duke Xiang of Qin, and the Mandate of Heaven of Zhou was transferred to Qin."

"Twelve years ago, in order to obtain the historical records of Qin, I went to Qin once and met with the King of Qin."

"At that time, I told him my dream."

"What dream?"

He Bo sat beside them with his legs apart, leaning back and supporting himself with his hands, just short of putting his legs into the brazier.

Tai Shi Dan fiddled with his head, recalling the scene of that year.

"Zhou and Qin united and then separated, and reunited after 500 years. Seventeen years after the reunion, a hegemon emerged from the two states!"

"I remember that's what I said to Qin Jun at the beginning."

"Gods and spirits of Taihang Mountain, do you think this dream will come true?"

He Bo was stunned for a moment.
When I subconsciously calculated what Taishi Dan said.

But he didn't figure out anything, after all, He Bo didn't know the exact time of the Zhou Dynasty's demise.

Fortunately, ghosts and gods are not entangled.

He laughed. "How can I explain this?"

"Dreams are something very mysterious!"

If He Bo could interpret dreams,

Then he is not a ghost or god.

Just be Zhou Gong!

However, he still said, "In the past, my friends and I discussed the shifting of the Nine Cauldrons and inferred that Qin had the strength to fight for the Mandate of Heaven."

“It just takes time to prove it.”

Taishi Dan shrank his hands and exhaled white air while speaking, "Yes, Qin still needs some things."

Nine tripods,

It is not easily obtained.

The overlord of the Spring and Autumn Period,
Today's Wei Chu,
None of them had the ability to move the Nine Cauldrons from the Zhou emperor.

The Qin State must be stronger than them to achieve this goal.

Therefore,
What would Qin do?
What will the Qin people become in the future?

Tai Shi Dan closed his eyes, feeling that at his age, it was useless to think too much.

Let’s ask the immortal gods and ghosts to bear witness for him.

(End of this chapter)