Controlling mountains and rivers since the Warring States Period

Chapter 24 Visiting the patient
After watching the scenery on the top of the mountain for a while,
He Bo took action in the mountains and forests again.

He followed the terrain of the mountain, sometimes high and sometimes low, and after finishing one side, he went to the other.

It is obvious that this is to implement the plan of "getting to know Tongdi Mountain thoroughly".

However, during this period, he inevitably had to divert his attention to Ye County, where he took the initiative to work overtime to raise more incense and be a good ghost.

……

"I heard you were sick these past two days."

He Bo entered the dream and greeted Ximen Bao, who seemed a little confused and blushing even in the dream.

Ximen Bao covered his mouth and coughed twice, "Winter is always a bit cold, thank you He Bo for your concern."

Since taking office as the magistrate of Ye County, Ximen Bao has basically had no rest.

Eradicating the influence of witches and others in Ye was only the first thing he did.

Later on, we will be busy with repairing canals, counting the population, etc.

So far, Ximen Bao still has a lot to do, and he has just made a beginning.

After the appearance of the River God, the villagers' resistance to canal construction was reduced a lot.

With a waterwheel, the difficulty and time of canal construction can be reduced.

So Ximen Bao planned,

After the New Year, they would build a few more water diversion channels and encourage villagers to reclaim new land, while also attracting other people to settle in Ye County and increase the population.

As he was so busy, Ximen Bao began to shiver in the cold wind.

That night, he fell ill.

He Bo rushed over after hearing the news to see if Ximen Bao was going to die.

After all, he only knew the story of "Xi Men Bao Governs Ye" and didn't know much about the subsequent developments.

At this moment, Ximen Bao did throw the witch to feed the fish and did dig the canal. In the eyes of ghosts and gods, he has completed his historical mission to a certain extent.

That's why He Bo came to show more concern.

After all, without his protection, the ghost will soon disappear.

If a talent like Ximen Bao died and turned into a ghost but could not work under him, what a pity that would be!
of course,

Simon Bao didn't know.
He believed that the benevolent God was ready to collect his body.

He just thinks that ghosts and gods are indeed concerned about his own body.

"I've taken some medicine and I feel better." Ximen Bao said slowly, his voice sounding weak like a patient.

"is it?"

“That’s a shame!”

He Bo then sighed.

After hearing this, Ximen Bao felt something in his heart and wanted to look up and glare at him.

The condition has improved, but you are still sighing here?

Where did this come from?!

Fortunately, even though he was sick and depressed, Ximen Bao remembered that it was a ghost who appeared in his dream and he could not be disrespectful to ghosts and gods.

then,

Ximen Bao lowered his head again and ate and drank the delicious food that He Bo had conjured up.

In reality,

After he fell ill, he had no appetite and could only drink hot water and medicine.

In the dream, there is nothing to worry about.

Moreover, everything in the dream is false, he will only taste the flavor, and it will not add any burden to his sick body.

"I recently received a ghost, and he is learning to read. Can you teach him a thing or two?"

He Bo let Ximen Bao eat and drink for a while, and when he had almost finished eating, he made his own request.

The old man was indeed very serious about his studies, and he was indeed studying according to He Bo's requirement of "studying until you die".

But unfortunately,

He can't recognize all the words.

In fact, He Bo hardly recognizes the words of this era.

He could see the contents of the letters at a glance only because he was a ghost. Those prayer letters were essentially transmitted directly to He Bo's mind and then conjured up by him.

For these contents that can be directly perceived, He Bo naturally does not need to recognize that they are written in various languages.

In other words, even if someone imitated the ancients and wrote a "Letter to He Bo" in oracle bone script, He Bo would still be able to know what was written.

But the old man is not happy.
He is not a ghost.

Nature does not have this privilege of not needing to learn. Therefore,

He Bocai wanted to find a teacher for his future "Prime Minister Turtle".

Among the people he knew, Ximen Bao was the most knowledgeable.

Hearing this, Ximen Bao couldn't help but fall into a brief silence, and then silently said, "Reporting to He Bo, I am still sick."

"I know."

He Bo was quite surprised by his implicit rejection, "But you are not dead yet, are you?"

In the dream,
Ximen Bao's condition will not get worse.

Anyway, it is difficult to handle government affairs when you are sick, so you might as well sleep and help the elderly make up for their shortcomings.

Thinking of these,

He Bo continued to regret,

I feel that it is really sad for the gods and ghosts that Ximen Bao is not seriously ill this time and cannot serve me around the clock.

Ximen Bao asked, "Do you have to do this before you die of the disease?"

"What else do you want to do in your dream?"

He Bo pointed out seriously, "I came to you in my dreams because I had something serious to tell you!"

"Don't imagine that you can do strange things in your dreams!"

Ximen Bao was so angry at He Bo's words that he blew his beard and glared, and his energy and spirit were almost gone.

So He Bo burst into laughter.

"Now you look much more energetic!"

"You look so sick, it's really ugly!"

He waved his hand, and the teapot moved on its own, refilling Ximen Bao's empty cup.

"Okay, okay, I won't joke with you anymore!"

"After you recover from your illness, I will ask you to teach the ghost I took in."

Ximen Bao restrained his expression, held up the teacup with both hands, sipped it gently, and said, "I don't know when this disease will be cured!"

Although at this time,

There is no saying yet that "disease goes away like a thread being pulled out".

But it is a fact recognized by everyone that "being sick is very troublesome."

Although Ximen Bao felt that he didn't have any big problems, he didn't dare to make any trouble.

In today's world,

But there is no such thing as the miracle doctor Bian Que.

"tomorrow!"

"It will be fine tomorrow!"

He Bo smiled and said, "But you have to take care of yourself later. Otherwise, if you come to my place too early, it will be difficult for me to arrange anything for you."

He Bo's power has not yet evolved completely.
If it is really possible to put together a "Dragon Palace Configuration" as in myths and legends, He Bo will have to keep working hard!
After all, he can't even enlighten a few small soldiers and generals now, let alone set up a government and appoint officials.

However, after taking over the Tongdi Water, the number of magic bars increased a lot. In He Bo's subsequent experiments, the consumption was also reduced a lot, and the recovery speed was faster.

Just like,

He now secretly used a "healing spell" on Ximen Bao. Even though it was targeting a specific entity, the consumption of mana was much lighter than before.

Although this was not related to Ximen Bao's serious illness,
But it can be seen from this that
When he evolves completely, his strength will at least increase several times.

After all, Tongdi River is only one of the three sources of Zhuozhang River. To the north, there is another Qingzhang River waiting for He Bo!
Ximen Bao opened his mouth and said, "Thank you very much, He Bo!"

He could hear the implicit meaning behind the words, which was that it was the help of ghosts and gods that helped him recover from his illness.

He Bo smiled, waved at him, and then canceled the dream.

Ximen Bao turned over in bed but did not wake up immediately.

When he woke up, he felt wet all over.

Ximen Bao touched his clothes and found that they were damp and wet with sweat.

"I want ginger ale!"

He quickly got up, changed his clothes, called the servant, and drank a bowl of hot ginger water.

My body immediately became hot.
The spirit is back!
Ximen Bao's wife came over and touched his forehead and palms. "Huh? It's not hot anymore. You're fine now!"

"Hee, I am indeed fine!"

Ximen Bao also laughed heartily, and the depression caused by days of illness was swept away.

　Happy November, my friends (*︶*)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)