Controlling mountains and rivers since the Warring States Period

Chapter 441 Rushing
A light and graceful bird,

It is the incarnation of the Yellow River God placed on this side of the Ji River.
When He Bo "enfeoffed the princes", it was able to escape the clutches of the main body because it had wings and was not as heavy as the fat bird of Western Qin.

of course,

In many cases,
These clones that were not specially granted titles will not be released by He Bo.

After all, the spirits and deities are in their own hometown, so there's no need for them to do anything like that.

However, in recent years

He Bo spent most of his time on the other side of the Yangtze River, single-mindedly trying to tame that shrew who was more graceful, more voluptuous, more nourished by the waterways, and more ruthless than the Yellow River.

Therefore, a few clones are occasionally deployed.

They should be careful about this side of the Yellow River.

"how could I know?"

He Bo waded through the water, splashing up ripples, casually answering himself.

The universe has its own rules for operation.

Even without He Bo's intervention, He would slowly, quietly, and imperceptibly place life and death within a circle.

Just as decaying fallen leaves become nourishment for new life,

Life always uses its own death to welcome the arrival of the next generation.

Like a mayfly that accidentally flew past He Bo's hand.

But such a cycle,

Too insignificant,
That's too unpredictable and unknowable.

The laws of heaven and earth are not as precise and efficient as He Bo's manipulation of his power to deliberately torment various dead ghosts and grant them new life based on their actions in life.

He will only use one absolute power.

To ruthlessly destroy and dismantle that lost soul.

The beans fall one by one into the millstone, are ground into powder, and then pile up together to form something new.

The new originates from the old.
But no one can say for sure what its relationship is with its predecessor.

Maybe,

Those ghosts and gods who have grasped a portion of the laws of heaven and earth can trace back to the past and uncover the root of everything.

But what's the point?

Those who go can not be remonstrated, and those who come can still be chased.

Everything in the world, after going around in circles, will eventually rise and move forward.

Therefore, He Bo did not dwell on those messy things.

To ghosts and spirits,
He only happened when he was passing through Changyi once.
I simply made a new friend with a very interesting personality through some dog hole.

“How wonderful!”

Just like back then!

The bird stopped asking about such things.

It spread its wings, flapped its wings, and flew into the sky, looking down at the vibrant land below.

"I wish time could stand still at this moment."

"it's out of the question!"

He Bo pulled his feet out of the water, leaving wet marks on the stones.

"You've been soaking in the Ji River all this time, how can you still have such naive ideas?"

Ji River,

It is a very important tributary of the Yellow River.

In this era when it still flows freely across the land, known to the world and revered as one of the "Four Great Rivers of the World,"
It is even longer than the Wei River.
It is even gentler than the Fen River.

Rivers that originate on vast plains nourish so much land and so many people.
As a result, many cities have been named after him, and countless creatures have multiplied because of him.

The so-called "economy",
Originally, it referred to the matter of "managing the Ji River".

But unfortunately,
The Yellow River is not a gentle leader.

Many years ago, the Qin people who lived in the upper reaches of the Yellow River did not love planting grass and trees on the riverbanks and value the protection of the soil and water on both sides of the river as they do now.

The Yellow River is fond of flooding, and it enjoys beating up the creatures living near it and its tributaries, forcing them to kneel down, for life is like this.

The Qin people, on the other hand, were driven by a desire for development and to prove through strict Zhou rituals that they were not a barbarian or backward nation. They continuously felled trees to use as beams for building houses and even performed extremely noble funeral rites such as "Huangchang Ticou".

In addition, people in other places also cut down trees and hammered nails, considering them a resource for survival.

This has led to a decrease in the number of trees along the middle and upper reaches of the Yellow River.

Thousands of years have passed,
The once lush mountains have withered.
The once thick soil has become loose.

in this way,

The amount of mud and sand washed away and carried into their bodies by the flowing water is also increasing.

Even if He Bo deliberately manipulated the water flow to carry as much silt as possible into the sea and reduce sediment accumulation in the riverbed, the effect could not be described as a great success; it was merely a waste of effort—the source of the problem remained unresolved.

Even mature trees are being continuously felled.
The newly sprouted grass and trees are still very tender and cannot hold onto the soil beneath their feet. They can only watch with tears in their eyes as the latter abandons them and flows away into the distance.

So how could this possibly work!
"This is the law of nature, and also the result of human actions. How can I force a change in the outcome?"

After realizing this, the Yellow River God, who had tried his best, could only lie down helplessly.

Let them be!

then,

Over time,

Countless silt, carrying the traces of countless people along the riverbank, settled into the riverbed and the lakes and marshes connected to it.

Located on the upper reaches of the Ji River, Xingze, formed by its confluence with the Yellow River, has been cruelly infused with much of its own essence by the great river.

Xingze, as a quiet and gentle lake,

Faced with the river's domineering and powerful nature, there was simply no way to resist.

It could only hold back its tears.

When the Yellow River's waters surge into its body, it silently endures them, then gently carries the river along, swallowing what it has forced to accept.

Even Xingze is like this.
How could the Ji River escape this calamity?
Even though the Ji River is long and its channel is wide,

But under the sweeping force of the Yellow River, they were powerless to resist.

The outcome, sooner or later, will eventually come.

"So you're planning to sacrifice me, is that it?"

The bird circled in the sky, contemplating whether to airdrop something to its main body to let it know how powerful it was.

"At worst, we can send you to another place later!"

What do you think of the Central and Southern regions?

"There are so many monkeys there, I don't want to go!"

"Let's go to Rongzhou and play with the black uncles!"

"Go to hell!"

Asuka then completely ignored him.

It flew straight away, leaving He Bo behind.

Liu He, completely unaware of the situation, was fast asleep nearby.

Under the protection of the spirits, no mosquitoes bit him.

Only the grass and trees, unable to lift their heads under his weight, cried out in a daze, condemning his weight.

Fortunately,

He Bo did not wrong them.

When Liu He awoke, he reluctantly boarded the swiftly moving messenger ship, intending to return to Changyi.
The ghosts and gods secretly waved their hands at the patch of grass that they had flattened, allowing the green roots to stand tall and bask in the sunlight once more.

……

"Want to play again tomorrow?"

Standing at the gate of his own palace, Liu He tugged at He Bo's sleeve, saying with great reluctance.

"Let's have a party at your house tomorrow!"

"Didn't you say your men composed a new piece of music that sounded really good?"

He Bo told him this.

"Okay, remember to come early!"

Liu He patted his chest and promised to give his friend a warm welcome tomorrow.

The two parted ways.

Liu He walked smugly toward the palace with his hands behind his back, only to be blocked in his path by his eldest son, Liu Chongguo.

This almost ten-year-old boy, who still loves playing with toys and even sleeps with his stuffed tiger, tilted his head back, glared at his father, and said:
Why didn't you invite me when you went out to play?

"Mr. He has already come to our door!"

Liu He nonchalantly pushed his son aside, saying, "Who told you to be sleeping at the time?"

"Then you can wake me up!"

"I don't have time, I'm busy having fun!"

Liu He spoke to the child with a self-righteous air.

Liu Chongguo was so angry that he took the cloth tiger in his hand and tried to bite him.

Liu He was afraid of the tiger's power, and his arrogant attitude immediately disappeared.

He shrank his neck and cried out, trying to avoid being chased and hit by his son.

(End of this chapter)