Controlling mountains and rivers since the Warring States Period

Chapter 25 New Year’s Eve
Since Ximen Bao has no time to teach Old Man Xi,
He Bo's plan to use the "Turtle Prime Minister" to reduce the burden naturally failed.

After all, people cannot do anything until they are trained.

Ghosts and gods can only work with tears in their eyes.

"…It's almost the New Year, so there are a lot of things to do."

He Bo turned all his recent prayers into scrolls and piled them on the ground.

The height of the mountain of books is much higher than before.

"The end of the year is always important." Old Man Xi said based on his own experience.

The new year has arrived,
Many things have to start over again.

During this year, people will repeat what they did last year and even their ancestors did, cultivating new fields and harvesting new crops.

As for farming,
Even in the future,
They can't escape the fate of relying on the weather for their livelihood.

Therefore, during this period, there are fewer people praying for health and wealth, and many more people hoping for the blessing of the River God and good weather in the next year.

"Then I also hope that I can have a good harvest next year!"

He Bo then also pretended to be serious and conjured up a blank silk book, which he lit with fake fire. It turned into green smoke that swirled at the bottom of the Zhangshui River, and stunned many innocent fish.

"Ha Baek wants to make a wish too?"

Xi watched He Bo's actions from the side and asked in confusion.

He Bo laughed and said, "Ghosts and gods also celebrate the New Year!"

"Before you lose interest, let's go through it as many times as possible!"

After becoming a ghost,

A long life will wear away a lot of things.

Perhaps the "New Year flavor" will disappear from He Bo's heart without having to wait until future generations.

He Bo didn't dare to ensure that he would still have a normal human heart thousands of years later as the Zhang River flowed.

Therefore,
Since you can still enjoy it,

Then cherish it more.

"I am going out."

He Bo said to Xi.

Xi nodded. He never asked much about He Bo's behavior. He just respectfully saw the ghosts and gods off.

Then He Bo dissipated the human form he had created and rose into the sky.

At this time, the sky was full of snow and wind.

He Bo blended in with them and became a wisp of wind and a piece of snow.

"Good weather and good harvest..."

“Then I really need to work harder.”

He Bo sighed softly as he listened to the sound of the wind high in the sky.

He has not yet tried to control the wind, thunder, clouds and rain!

originally,

He Bo felt that doing this kind of thing would definitely be very exhausting.

But the result was unexpected.
He did it very smoothly.

Call the wind as you wish,

Call for rain at will.

But just like his status as the "Lord of the Zhangshui River", once his power went beyond the scope of the Zhangshui River, it was weakened and resisted.

“Maybe it’s the water cycle?”

He Bo rarely remembered some knowledge about life and laughed again in the wind and snow.

now,

Hebo is Zhangshui,

Zhangshui is Hebo.

Every drop of water in the Zhangshui River belongs to him.

So when the water reaches the sky, can it still be controlled by He Bo?

The answer is obvious.

"Unfortunately, the Yellow River is not so casual."

It was obvious that his water also flowed into the mother river, which was almost the same as being evaporated into the sky. However, whenever He Bo wanted to go in with it, he would be thrown out mercilessly.

I can only say that the Yellow River lives up to the name of “stepmother”!
He took the child’s things and refused to acknowledge them!
And God,

But he is truly broad-minded.

But it's also possible,

Compared to the blue sky covering the earth, He Bo's small river is not worth seeing at all, so just let it go.

"That's all, as long as I can do this."

After trying to control the wind and snow for a while, He Bo felt his magic power being depleted.

As you can imagine, the legal provisions have been greatly reduced.

After all, things like "good weather and good harvests" are not something that can be achieved easily.

Even if He Bo was willing to splash the water of the Zhang River that belonged to him, he still had to provide the strength and the water to be splashed out.

Fortunately, the speed of the law recovery was also much faster, otherwise He Bo would have to feel sorry for his great sacrifice. "...Huh?"

"Why is this black stripe crawling in the dark by itself?"

After getting the Tongdi Water into his hands, the green progress bar belonging to it disappeared. At the moment, He Bo has not yet gone to Guanhe to advance the progress.

He wanted to get his hands on Xiatongdi Mountain even more.

So in front of He Bo, there were only yellow laws and a black progress bar representing the power of the god of death like "Tu Bo".

Needless to say, the law
He Bo had never actively brushed the black stripes, but now it started moving on its own. This was really weird.

He Bo sensed it and found that Pingyang was the source.

"Did Xi say something when he came back to life?"

After Lao Xi came back from visiting his family, He Bo did not ask him what he had done.

After all, he just suddenly thought of the custom of "returning to the soul on seven days", which allowed Xi to go back and give his family a surprise.

As for whether Xi helped him spread the "power of He Bo", He Bo didn't care.

As long as Pingyang City is built on the banks of the Zhang River, He Bo can spread the names of ghosts and gods anytime and anywhere.

“But I still have to go and take a look.”

His golden finger is as lazy as the toad in Daming Lake, which needs to be poked before it can jump.

Now suddenly it moves on its own,

He Bo was a little frightened.

So I changed my mind,
In an instant, He Bo arrived in Pingyang City.

It’s also New Year’s Day here.
There were people setting up stalls on the streets to sell things, and naturally there were also people choosing New Year's toys, it was a bustling scene.

He Bo transformed into a human form, walked to a stall and asked, "Is there anything exciting happening in Pingyang City recently?"

"Yes, I have!"

The vendor enthusiastically told him, "It's Chinese New Year!"

"Ah... I'm asking, besides the Chinese New Year, what's new?"

"Oh," the vendor scratched his head, slapped his face for the last time, and remembered, "That's there too!"

"Yu's father died, and then came back... I heard from his wife that a fox led the way and took his soul away!"

渔，
It is the name the old man likes his son.

The fisherman handed over his career, which he had hated all his life, to his son.

But unfortunately,
The fisherman is a hunter.
I can't even swim in water.

"Oh, I see."

He Bo remembered the greedy fox he met when he went to the fisherman's house.

"Thank you."

He Bo said to the vendor who enthusiastically answered his questions, "Happy New Year."

The vendor found it interesting.

Because at that time, it was not popular to say such auspicious words.

Not to mention that He Bo looks like a gentle and elegant gentleman.

Has any gentleman ever said such words to him?

"You are happy too, you are happy too!"

The vendor clapped his hands and laughed at He Bo.

When the vendors pack up their stalls and rush home in the last rays of the sun, they have to pass by the Zhang River.

The vendors are not Chinese who live in the city.

Instead, they were savages living in the villages adjacent to the city, and were considered illegal residents of the State of Zhao.

Of course, the household registration system had not yet been established in this era, so being a savage was not a big problem.

Today, the vendor took advantage of the upcoming Chinese New Year and went into the city to exchange his homemade straw sandals for some food and cloth.

originally,

No one came to his stall.
Because weaving straw sandals was a craft that many people knew in that era, and the ones made by vendors were not very exquisite or comfortable.

But after He Bo came, many people came over and were willing to trade with the vendors.

There is no other reason,

Just because He Bo is good-looking,
The onlookers couldn't help but think that the food at the stalls visited by good-looking people must be good.

Although I didn't seize the opportunity to interact with that gentleman, it is feasible to do what he did.

So the vendor was able to exchange what he wanted.

He was indeed very happy.

When this happy savage passed by the Zhang River, he couldn't help but go to the river to take a picture of himself to see how happy he looked.

then,

Suddenly a fish jumped out and landed at the vendor's feet with a "splash", gasping for breath.

The vendor picked up the fish.
Even happier.

"Ha ha!"

“This New Year has indeed been a joyful one!”

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