Controlling mountains and rivers since the Warring States Period

Chapter 191 Farewell
"Let them be!"

Away from the land of sand dunes,

He Bo continued to invite the dead ghost to travel with him.

After pampering his dead friend, He Bo went to visit the living guy.

He first went to find Mencius, who was still teaching.

After so many years,

Mencius's hair had become very thin and he had few teeth left.

But he still spoke clearly and preached his ideas about "benevolence and righteousness" to the world.

Even with the transfer of destiny, he seemed more motivated.

He said to He Bo, "I have heard about what happened in Zhao State."

"Lord Zhao was a great ruler, but unfortunately he only focused on military affairs and failed to plan the overall situation. He did not understand people's hearts and minds, and only governed according to his own preferences, which made his policies inconsistent and led to his current situation."

national affairs,

In sacrifice and war.

The former not only includes all aspects of civil governance, but also includes the selection of the next monarch.

After all, there must be descendants to worship the Taimiao.

Therefore, to depose and enthrone lightly is to endanger the country!
Mencius felt sorry for what happened to Lord Zhao, and also denounced King Zhao for besieging the Shaqiu Palace with the intention of starving his father to death, acting like Duke Huan of Qi. But in the end, he could only say "It's all his own fault."

at the moment,

Zhao State is like this.

The Qin State was stable.

The destiny has finally been decided!
Mencius said, "After Qin unified the world, will it rest and recuperate?"

"I am working hard now just to sow enough seeds for the near future so that these descendants can grow up and serve the world in the future."

He stroked his aging face, his heart full of expectations for the future.

He Bo smiled and said, "Who can tell what will happen in the future?"

He bid farewell to Mencius,

Then he came to the State of Song.

It happened that Zhuang Zhou was out for an outing, accompanied by Hui Shi's son.

The latter was out on business and passed by the place where his father's old friend was, so he came to visit him.

Zhuang Zhou was so old that his hair and beard were sparse, but he had more teeth than Mencius. His face was ruddy, and his body movements seemed much more powerful than Mencius, who had been toiling for years.

He said to Hui Shi's son, "After your father passed away, there was no one in Song who could debate with me."

"I miss him, too."

The other party looked touched.

But He Bo knew that during Hui Shi's funeral, Zhuang Zhou howled three times, making Hui Shi's ghost so angry that it stomped its feet beside him.

"He doesn't cry!"

"He doesn't even cry!"

He Bo quickly comforted the old man, "It's okay, he only cried three times when his wife died!"

Zhuang Zhou was a very cool person.

Live well while you are alive.

Just die peacefully.

Therefore, it is enough to wail for the dead twice in the mourning hall, and then return to normal life.

After all, no matter how sadly you cry, it is impossible to make someone cry himself out of the coffin.

Besides, he was not attentive during his lifetime.

What’s the point of pretending to be filial and grieving after someone dies?
But as we age,

He couldn't help but recall his youth.

No matter how free and easy your personality is, you still have to live in the world.

So when Hui Shi's son came over, he couldn't help but think of his old friend.

After the old friend's son left, He Bo came uninvited and sat in the seat where the warmth had still faded.

He slapped the table and said proudly, "You were secretly thinking about someone else behind my back!"

"I'm going to tell your wife!"

Zhuang Zhou snorted, "Go ahead and sue me, my wife already knows who I am!"

Being able to accompany Zhuang Zhou until the end of his life, the other party naturally understands this good man.

The instigation of ghosts and gods is definitely useless.

So He Bo gave up complaining, took out a chessboard, and asked Zhuang Zhou to play a game with him.

"Come!"

"I feel like my chess skills have improved a lot recently, and I'm just looking for an opponent!"

When Zhuang Zhou saw this, he felt a throbbing pain in the few teeth he had left.

The chess skills of ghosts and gods,
He's been taught this lesson too many times.
Unfortunately, the opponent's chess character is not very good. When he is at a disadvantage, he often moves chess pieces secretly or tries to steal the board and hit others.

The title of the underworld chess master,
It’s not for nothing!

"No!"

Zhuang Zhou moved the chessboard away and said, "My eyes are blurry and I can't see the chess pieces clearly!"

"It's checkers, very simple!"

"I can't even jump anymore. My bones are all loose. I can't be like Hui Shi!"

Since Hui Shi was sent back to his hometown by King Hui of Wei, he has been living there peacefully and his health was originally good.

As a result, when he went fishing, when a big fish bit the hook and he was struggling with it, the fishing rod broke with a "snap". The old man fell backwards and hurt himself.

Soon afterwards,

Hui Shi, unable to move, felt bored lying down and depressed himself to death.

then,

Faced with Zhuang Zhou's firm opposition, He Bo could only put away the chessboard regretfully and go for a walk with him.

Then He Bo walked and started making a list.

Zhuang Zhou gave him a puzzled look.

He Bo said, "I'm planning to go on a long trip!"

"During this time, I'll visit everyone I know, so you don't think I'm dead."

"Where are you going?" Zhuang Zhou asked him.

"Go to the source of the great river!"

After taking over the Qinling Mountains, with a dense network of tributaries in hand and two huge mountain ranges as wings, He Bo felt relaxed and free of obstacles when he threw himself into the arms of the mother river again.

But no matter how long he soaked in the river, the progress bar never refreshed.

So He Bo thought, maybe it was because he hadn't been able to go to the plateau where the big river originated.

After all, the mother river is different from ordinary rivers.

He Bo could follow the tributary all the way back to the mountains where it originated. Although there were obstacles, as long as the river water flowed, he could get through.

But He Bo cannot irrigate the plateau water tower where the Yellow River originates so smoothly.

Because it is too high.

And it's not just one mountain that's high, but the entire land is rising high.

How big is that land?
Compared with the Central Plains,

The area needs to be several times larger!

Therefore,
In the past, He Bo was ambitious and wanted to use his strength to follow the mother river and explore the way to the plateau.

But the plateau is so powerful that it can suppress everything for eternity.

There is still the repulsive force of the mother river,

All of these led to the ultimate failure of He Bo's exploration.

Now that the strong rejection was gone, the mother river had opened its arms to him. Adhering to the principle of nourishing as much water as possible, He Bo wanted to climb to the plateau and then look for an opportunity to absorb the Yellow River.

Everyone wants to make progress, but he is a filial son.

I also hope to go back to the source of my mother and feel the scenery of the sky!

Just right,

The history of the Xia Dynasty,
We have entered the era of the Great Devil——

Although He Bo did not know much about the Qin King "Ying Ji" when he was still a human being, this did not prevent this person from frequently appearing in literature.

He Bo therefore knew that

This man lived a long life and had strong means, but his inner self was completely different from his sunny and cheerful appearance.

It was also during the reign of this King of Qin that the Nine Cauldrons were moved, the destiny was determined, and the child who would unify the world was born.

For He Bo,
The originally confused history,
It's becoming clearer and clearer.
It's getting more and more boring.

In that case,

Might as well continue to have some fun for yourself.

Once Run reaches the plateau, he can run into the main trunk of the Yangtze River, run into the giant mountains, and go south along the giant mountains to Xinxia!

The world is so big,
He must go and see it!
It’s impossible that Gongzi Chao and Tian Zhongzhou looked at it, but he, the “originator”, didn’t look at it!

"Where is the source of the great river?"

Zhuang Zhou asked him.

"Very far away!"

“That place should be very tall, right?”

"how do you know?"

He Bo never told Zhuang Zhou about the situation of the earth.

Many times, they can be said to be "living in a dream"!

Zhuang Zhou said to him as a matter of course, "The river is broad and mighty, how can ordinary mountains be its source?"

Without high mountains, great rivers cannot flow.
The Yellow River flows through the land of China, so its source must be high, wide and far-reaching!

He Bo slapped his head and said, "You're right!"

So Zhuang Zhou asked again, "How long do you plan to be back?"

"I don't know."

He Bo said, "It depends on my mood!"

"That's right!" Zhuang Zhou pinched his sparse beard and said, "How can people predict the direction of the river's flow?"

"I can only wish you to achieve your goal soon!"

He Bo smiled and said, "That's for sure!"

Subsequently,

He followed the Ji River to the seaside, faced Jieshi in the east to view the vast sea, and gazed at the boundless ocean.

Tian Zhongzhou still didn't send anyone back.

Every year, the gods and ghosts would look out at the seashore, but every time they could not see the sails of the ships floating in the distance.

"Don't let it sink into the sea!"

He Bo sighed, a little worried.

After all, he is still treated the same as before when he goes to the sea now—

Close your eyes and open them again.
Just refresh and go back to my hometown.

The mother river can rush,

The plateau can be climbed.
But He Bo really has no way to deal with the sea now.

He could only send his blessings to Tian Zhongzhou, and by the way, go to Linzi City to take a look at Tian Zhongzhou's son.

Tian Dan had grown into a man of great ability. Relying on his mother's family property and the connections of Prime Minister Tian Wen, after he came of age, he became the mayor of Linzi, responsible for managing trade in the city.

Tian Wen admired this boy very much, and planned to promote him to be the county magistrate of Qi State after he accumulated some achievements, in order to repay Tian Zhongzhou's kindness.

Unfortunately, last month,
Because of the exclusion and suppression by the King of Qi, Tian Wen did not have the chance to fulfill his promise and returned to Runguo in disgrace.

However, He Bo hangs out with a bunch of dead ghosts in the underworld every day, and has also developed the ability to judge people.

He felt that Tian Dan was young and handled things calmly and appropriately. Even without Tian Wen's help, he would definitely have a bright future.

Tian Zhongzhou has a successor.
This is a consolation!

After that,
He Bo came to the Western Regions and found the Xinxia envoys stationed there. He planned to tell them that he would be busy for a while and would not have the convenience of traveling south along the river easily.

By the way,

He also wanted to greet Zhao Ning, who had been on diplomatic missions to various parts of the Xia Dynasty for many years, and ask him about the news of the new Xia Dynasty.

But in the embassy, He Bo did not see anyone familiar to him.

The new messenger told him, "Doctor Zhao died of illness this year."

"There has also been unrest in the country, and the monarch and General Qin are busy suppressing the rebellion."

As a country that has been established for decades, Xinxia's development cannot be smooth sailing.

Over the past twenty years,
The problems accumulated before have more or less reached a period of explosion.

At the same time, in the lower reaches of the Ganges River, the boy who was born as a peacock farmer had never been caught and refined by Xinxia. In the end, he really occupied a place and went against Xinxia.

Zhao Ning's illness,

He unfortunately contracted the disease when he led his army to fight against the barbarians in this area.

He Bo felt very sorry, "I have fewer and fewer friends."

Although some people can go to the underworld to reunite with him after death and drink and have fun together in the weeds, some are destined to be regretful.

At last,
He went to the south and found Qu Yuan.

Because he advocated "good politics" and offended many nobles in the country, Qu Yuan was exiled again.

This time, the nobles threw him a little far away, directly across the Han River and to the area between the Huai River and the Huang River. This allowed He Bo, who still failed to reach the Yangtze River, to pick up the wandering Sanlu doctor in his own river basin.

Qu Yuan, who was as beautiful as a flower,
Now that he has grown a beard, he looks more mature.

When He Bo saw him, several women who were washing clothes chased him and asked, "Beautiful gentleman, why don't you want to have sex with us?"

He Bo thought:
snort!
This guy feels sorry for himself in his poems every day, comparing himself to a wife abandoned by her husband and a beautiful woman envied by everyone. How could he look down on anyone else?
You can’t put flowers in random places!
"hello!"

After Qu Yuan got rid of the woman's entanglement, He Bo jumped out and asked him specifically, "Do you have the idea of jumping into the river now?"

"It's better to jump early than late!"

After failing to rescue people from the Yangtze River, He Bo knew that it would be difficult for him to rescue people from the Miluo River.

But give up Qu Yuan,
He really couldn't bear to do it.

So he changed his tack and persuaded him to jump into the river as soon as possible.

of course,

is to jump into one's own river basin,

It’s best to jump right now!

Qu Yuan refused.

Because he had to keep his life to contribute to the State of Chu.

The State of Chu is not in danger of extinction right now, so why should he seek his own death?
If there is a crisis,
How could Qu Yuan, who was heartbroken, desire the protection of ghosts and gods after his death?

Death is death,

no big deal.

He Bo could only sigh helplessly at this.

"Are all famous officials like this?"

He thought of Ximen Bao.

This old man was like this a hundred years ago. He was willing to fight for his country and didn't care about anything else.

I just hope,
I can successfully conquer the Yellow River on the plateau, and then with the power of its surge, I can flow into the Yangtze River.

otherwise,

It was really difficult for him to cross the turbulent river from the north and then go south to Miluo River through Yunmengze.

(End of this chapter)