Controlling mountains and rivers since the Warring States Period

Chapter 349 Yellow River Diversion to Huai River
"The Wu Kingdom of Southeast Asia?"

When Liu Qin's envoy arrived in Chang'an, looking disheveled, he kowtowed to the great Emperor Liu Che and tearfully expressed his deep remorse for the Wu royal family, who had "disappeared from home" for many years, and now wished to repent and return to their ancestral lineage.
The emperor merely frowned, adopting a thoughtful expression, and uttered a sigh:
"How come there are traces of the various Xia peoples in all directions of the Han Dynasty now?"

The Xiongnu in the north,
Many of them were descendants of Yan and Zhao who fled during the Warring States period.

On the Japanese side,
Furthermore, they inherited the orthodox tradition of the Tian Qi dynasty, without even changing the personnel.

As for the Qin and Xia dynasties in the west, what need is there to say more?

it's good now,

It's in the south too!
"These guys have surrounded the big man!"

Liu Che, in the inner palace, was so angry that he put his hands on his hips and paced back and forth on a huge map that had been spread out.

His robes were very loose and magnificent.

When it is stretched out and moved around, it stirs up a gentle breeze, causing it to flutter.
This made the emperor look even more "angry".

Liu Yong didn't know why the emperor was angry, so he looked at Wei Qing with a questioning gaze.

Wei Qing pointed to the map, where the locations of different forces were marked with different colors—

The Han Dynasty was undoubtedly the central power.

Unfortunately, the surrounding things enveloped it.

Then Liu Yong suddenly realized, "This map's colors are really ugly!"

"We definitely need to standardize things!"

If the surrounding area is still composed of Dongyi, Xirong, Beidi, and Nanman tribes,

That doesn't need such a tremor.

After all, in the eyes of the gentlemen of the Xia Dynasty,

It's perfectly normal to be surrounded by both humanoid and beast-like beings, except for yourself.

Therefore, the great Central Kingdom has absolutely no need to care about them.

Their existence and demise were simply natural laws for the Chinese people.

Even when the royal army was mobilized to strike down the barbarians,
It's no different from removing the lush weeds in summer.

But right now,
But it's time to change perspectives:
Because everyone around us has become one of us!
This relative is someone I have no choice but to acknowledge!
And those two on the west side...
There is indeed a possibility that they could compete with the Han Dynasty for "legitimacy"!

"Ahhh!"

"I will wipe them all out!"

Thinking about this,
Emperor Liu Che reached out and clutched his head, uttering a grand, vehement vow through gritted teeth.

Huo Qubing, standing nearby, also clutched his head and howled:
"Kill them!"

"Kill them all!"

……

"I'm going to wipe out the Huai River!"

On Mount Tai,

He Bo looked down at the people below the mountain, his eyes revealing an aura of "having everything under control".

The physician rode his steed alongside the ghost, applauding and cheering for his domineering and powerful demeanor, "Good!"

"I support you!"

Anyway, the consequences of the River God's southward expedition and capture of the Huai River...
It's not like I'm the one who has to bear the burden.

To know,
The ghosts in the underworld have been working themselves to the bone lately to fulfill the wishes of the spirits to "open up new paths"!
He Bo listened to his flattery,

He put his hands on his hips, smiled, and gazed at the vast wilderness and marshland in the distance, his heart filled with anticipation.

As time goes by,
He Bo has already taken control of all the rivers on both sides of the Huai River.

The Huai River itself was in front of him.

It also revealed a gentle and docile demeanor.

However, progress has been stuck at the very last stage, making it difficult to advance any further.

Like a beautiful woman sitting affectionately in He Bo's arms, the two were already deeply in love and inseparable.

However, when the Yellow River God tried to engage in a deeper, more intimate conversation with it, the former pushed away the other's large face that had come close, and told it:
"No way!"

"I sell my art, not my body!"

He Bo initially dismissed it, thinking it was just a minor pleasure.
So the Huai River was left to remain "pure and clear".

I turned around and went to the Han River to feel the smooth and refreshing water.

After all, compared to the Huai River,
The Yangtze River is what He Bo cares about most and wants most.

Moreover, the Huai River is already within our grasp.
Is it possible to stir up other waves?

But even today,
He Bo has thoroughly drilled through the Han River from south to north, creating a progress bar.

Huai Shui still maintained the same attitude: "Although I've gone into business, and although I ask for your support, I'm definitely not selling myself."

This caused He Bo to gradually lose patience.

An envoy from the South Seas, carrying the aura of a clone, arrived in the various Chinese states to request submission and tribute.

This gave him an inexplicable sense of urgency:
Southeast Asia, huh?
Luzon, yeah.
Their clones have all made a name for themselves over there.

Why shouldn't I, the original body, strive and work hard!

then,

He Bo made up his mind.
He would no longer tolerate the Huai River's temper; he would adopt the same attitude he had shown when it irrigated the Yellow River basin, and force it to comply!

Is it stuck and refusing to move?
It doesn't matter!

Anyway, there's only one obstacle left.

When the River God's torrents surged along the winding, dense network of waterways and into the main channel of the Huai River...
Even if the latter doesn't want to become moisturized, it has to!
but
forcibly taking women from the people...

No, it's about the Yellow River diverting into the Huai River.
The relationship is very significant and involves a wide range of people.
If things go wrong, the River God gets carried away and lets loose, causing the floodwaters to overflow the waterways and spread outwards, threatening to inundate houses and fields on both banks and cause a huge disaster.

Ximen Bao became worried as a result.

He wanted to say something, but Zhuang Zhou found him, a smile on his plump, round face.

He said to Ximen Bao:
"You always plead with the spirits not to indulge your willful desires and interfere in human affairs, but to let the mortals be mortals and the sacred be sacred."

"But the course of a river's flow must also follow the laws of nature; when it is time to change direction, it must change direction; when a jar is full, it should overflow." "You have handled matters for the spirits for so many years, haven't you noticed that the river's course has changed somewhat?"

Human strength has its limits.
Even divine power has its limits.

At least for now, He Bo cannot ignore the deflecting force that the earth exerts on the mountains and rivers.

If he can do this
They wouldn't be troubled by the high altitude barrier; they would have already charged down from the massive snow-capped peaks and turned "capturing the Huai River" into "capturing the Heng River."

Therefore,
After the great river flowed for many years...
Just like a person who grows up and needs to have their clothes cut and replaced, it's like...
Its riverbed has inevitably changed to some extent due to erosion by the flowing water.

of course,

He Bo also made some minor adjustments to this.

After all, a god with such a soft heart,

They didn't want to cause a great flood, forcing another Yu the Great or Nuwa to emerge from among the mortals!

then,

Ximen Bao fell into deep thought.

He then sought out the spirits and asked them about the matter.

He Bo simply tossed him a huge pile of hydrological data on the river and said matter-of-factly, "I've been holding this in for a long time!"

"I can't help it anymore!"

"I'm going to charge straight at the Huai River!"

"If you want ordinary people to suffer less, then you should work harder to plan a suitable flood route for me, so that I can avoid most cities and fields and smoothly enter the Huai River!"

Ximen Bao accepted the task.
Then he became very busy, leading countless ghostly officials, so busy that he lost his hair and his head—

When the ghost officials were dealing with complex documents...
I can't help but pat the thing on my neck to relieve the pain of being treated like a beast of burden.

If you hit it too hard, you might accidentally separate it from your neck temporarily.

Its round head rolled to the ground.

Before I could even feel relieved that I had suddenly fallen seriously ill and could take leave from work...

It would be picked up by colleagues, stuffed into the sea of ​​documents, and they would continue to deal with those things.

"Don't even think about running away!"

"Die together!"

Ugh,
Why should oxen and horses make things difficult for each other?

……

"I never thought I'd be a blond guy one day!"

The torrents of the great river, carrying yellow sand, overflowed the dikes, passed through Juye Marsh, entered the Si River, and finally merged into the main channel of the Huai River, flowing back and forth within it several times.

He Bo felt the thin, net-like barrier between himself and the Huai River being easily pierced.

then,

The smug spirit stood with his hands behind his back on Mount Tongbai, the source of the Huai River, watching the once clear water become stained a light yellowish-brown with silt by the torrents from the great river, and revealed a satisfied smile.

At the same time,
Emperor Liu Che, who was taking a nap at Weiyang Palace, was suddenly awakened.

He threw off the blanket covering his navel and rose from his bed as if from the dead.

Zhang Yan, Liu Yong, Wei Qing, Sang Hongyang, and others who had been left in the palace to take a nap with him also woke up, wondering what had gotten into the emperor this time.

Subsequently,

They heard the emperor say:
"I dreamt that the founding emperor appeared to me in a dream!"

He said the river was flooding and would flow through several places, and asked me to go there to provide disaster relief.

"How is this possible!"

"Things in dreams are all fake!"

Liu Yong chuckled and said, "When I was a child, I once sneaked into the ancestral temple and knocked over the candlesticks, almost burning the ancestral tablets. I even dreamed that my grandfather was going to teach me a lesson."

"But I'm still living a good life, aren't I!"

He proudly raised his head, revealing great vitality.

Liu Che's mind was thus corrupted by the dream, and he began to ponder whether it was caused by his constant wild thoughts.

Huo Qubing, who couldn't sleep and was playing outside, happened to run in to complain:
"Liu Ju rode on Big Yellow's back, and it peed all over him!"

The emperor's eldest son
Now is the perfect age for them to crawl around everywhere.
The old dog that Wei Qing kept at home did not grow old and frail with the passage of time.

The fur around Big Yellow's mouth has turned white.
But it was still very energetic and could be taken out hunting and playing by Huo Qubing every day.

just,

Huo Qubing had a sudden inspiration. He picked up the little prince who was wriggling on the ground and put him on the back of the big yellow dog.

As a result, Liu Ju got excited.
So Dahuang got all wet.

The emperor listened to his good nephew's words.
Then, as if suddenly realizing something, he said to his companion:
"No wonder I dreamed about flooding."

"So it wasn't Chairman Mao who appeared to me in my dream, it was a dog!"

After all,

He burst into laughter.

beside,

Liu Qi desperately clung to his ancestor's leg, begging him not to rush up and beat someone because of Liu Che's "childish ignorance."

This won't kill you!

"His son can already crawl, and you're telling me he's still a child?"

"I went through all the trouble of sending him dreams, and he compared me to a dog?"

Liu Bang was so angry that his beard bristled, and he grabbed Liu Qi and pinned him to the ground, giving him a good beating.

After beating the grandson,

Liu Bang then pointed at him and said:
As the saying goes, "If a son is not taught, it is the father's fault!"

"When I get back and tell my dad and my son, you'll get two more beatings!"

(End of this chapter)