Controlling mountains and rivers since the Warring States Period

Chapter 447 Daytime
"Every country has its own national anthem..."

"Every country has its own Xuanzong!"

The land ruled by the Qin state in the Western Sea

He Bo stood on the bank of the West Wei River, glanced at the generals who had come from afar to pay homage to the emperor, and then bent down to gather the bountiful harvest from the fields.

He skillfully bundled stacks of wheat and placed them on the cart.

He carefully collected the baskets of peas and placed them on the field.

occasionally,

He would also pick two clumps of sweet and delicious cabbage and feed them to the eager henchmen following him.

That yellow dog that has followed its master for thousands of years,
After the Qin and Xia people gradually established themselves outside the borders, they were specially introduced and multiplied in the vast foreign lands.

of course,

Besides rhubarb,

There are even more species.
They are exchanging and spreading information along that long and arduous path.

"pity."

"How long can these peaceful days last?"

In the dry, hot autumn winds of the West Sea, there is a subtle, almost imperceptible wind and rain.

While the Qin rulers and their ministers joyfully waited outdoors, believing the sun would shine forever and its light would forever be brilliant,

It will fall unexpectedly and then engulf everything.

The black bird, highly revered by the Qin people, soared across the sky, answering the questions posed by the true nature of things:
"If this emperor continues to rule, he will definitely taste the bitter fruit of his own making."

It landed on the main body's head, shook off the feathers that had been blown about by the wind, and gave a big yawn.

"In any case, if the Qin state is to fall, it will only be due to human relationships!"

Like the Xia Dynasty, a flood occurred?

Like the Central Plains, where a great river bursts its banks and destroys the country?

it's out of the question!

Where in the land of Qin could you find such favorable conditions!
The annual rainfall is enough to compensate for the losses caused by the population along the riverbanks, maintain the growth of vegetation, and alleviate the scorching heat of summer; it is already a great blessing.

And with the diligent work of the spirits and their servants,
Cherish every drop of water in the river.

Try to hold onto every gust of wind that blows from the sea.

Drive every cloud that drifts in from the sky...

This allows them to be "fully utilized" and, with a benevolent and tolerant attitude, to nourish more places, so that the Qin state as a whole, whose land is relatively barren compared to the Central Plains, can be developed for a longer period of time and support a larger population.

I did my best!

The increasingly rounded Black Bird curled itself into a ball and spoke so frankly.

He Bo rolled his eyes and looked at the "Grand Commander of the Western Sea" sign above his head:
Are you sure it was "you" who did your best?

This pig's plump and round appearance has absolutely nothing to do with being a "corporate slave".

The black bird first tried to argue, "This is just fat from overwork!"

Then he muttered to himself, "The subordinates are doing the work, so it's not like I'm not paying them..."

He Bo snorted and began harvesting the grain even faster.

"Lazier than me!"

"It's only slightly better than salted fish from Japan!"

The black bird neither agreed nor disagreed, letting the main body speak as it pleased.

Anyway, the perverted practice of "cursing oneself" is an activity that the original body has always loved.

Especially after a clone was assigned to Egypt, where, many years ago, the Qin people dug and repaired a new canal on the foundation of the Pharaoh's Canal, becoming the Water God.

The psychological issues related to the self have also become more severe.

After all, only the Yellow River itself knows.

When the descendants of the Xia people, nurtured by countless drops of water and grains of sand, all began to praise the gentleness of the Nile,

How much sorrow and pain must He be feeling?

snort!
One day, when I throw all of you guys onto the banks of that unparalleled great river in Nan Yin Zhou, you'll know how loving the Yellow River is!
He Bo thought angrily and spoke his mind truthfully.

The black bird shook its feathers and then followed up on the conversation by asking, "Speaking of which, Su Guang has been developing Xinxiang in Yinzhou for quite some time now, hasn't he?"

"Hasn't he come back to let us know he's safe yet?"

The supplies and superior seeds previously brought to Yinzhou were insufficient for the rapid development of the "New Kingdom." Their population was too small.
The surrounding area was too desolate and primitive.
If we cannot take advantage of our remaining mobility and the guidance of visionary leaders to draw nourishment from our ancestral homeland,
The small gardens and fruits they cultivated, built, and harvested would inevitably face the difficult problem of being submerged in the vast天地 (heaven and earth) of Yinzhou.

For this,

He Bo simply shrugged. "No."

"I guess she's busy taking care of the kids!"

For the seeds of the Chinese people to take root and grow in the distant land across the ocean, it would take at least some time for them to adapt to the local soil and water.
Then it takes several seasons, enduring enough wind, frost, snow and rain, before it can take root and flourish there, blooming beautiful flowers.

"Sigh, I wonder how that brother you exiled to Yinzhou is doing..."

After mentioning Su Guang, Xuan Niao also thought of the clone that had followed Su Guang to Yinzhou.

The other party was also a "bird".

This naturally makes the Black Bird feel close to it.

It's just a pity,

They are so far apart, and their true forms are so powerless.
I wonder when these two birds that have left the nest will be able to fly wing to wing together again.

"I do not know either!"

One of the ghosts replied matter-of-factly, "As long as we don't die, that's fine!"

He pushed the cart,
They loaded the grain full and headed to the place where it was dried and threshed.

In Yinzhou,

Both the person and the bird, who had been whispered about by the ghost, couldn't help but sneeze.

Su Guang led his people straight out of the dense wheat field, and amidst the golden expanse, they looked with puzzlement at the birds flying overhead.

"Did that bird just tremble in the air?"

"Have it?"

Its companion also looked up and then said to Su Guang, "It probably pooped something, which made it feel lighter and caused it to shake happily!"

Birds have straight intestines.
In some respects, it is indeed something you can come and go as you please.

As the virtuous men of the Xia people cultivated farmland in a corner of Yinzhou, it yielded delicious fruits unlike anything ever seen by the creatures of this land.
Naturally, countless birds and beasts also sneaked over to express their gratitude for "nature's bounty".

Over the past few years,

The people of Xinxiang have spent countless hours trying to drive away these nasty creatures.

therefore,

Many people, upon seeing birds flying overhead, no longer have the mind to appreciate the beauty of nature or the freedom of life; instead, they will alertly prick up their ears and widen their eyes, fearing that the birds may glide with the wind all the way to their own fields.

Su Guang agreed with the other party's words.

Then, without thinking too much about it, he simply lowered his head and continued harvesting wheat with the others.

This person was granted the title of "Marquis of Xinxiang" by the emperor.
This founder of the "new kingdom" of Yinzhou,

Despite possessing a noble status,
In reality, however, they had to emulate the monarchs and feudal lords of the early Western Zhou Dynasty and even earlier times, and work alongside their own people in the fields.

There will be no shortage of things to do.

Responsibility must be borne.
As for the return?

The ghosts and gods who had been secretly observing the development of Xinxiang were pondering in their hearts:
"Given Su Guang's honesty and diligence, after he dies, he can serve me. I wouldn't mind not paying him a salary, would I?"

After all, the "King of Xinxiang" himself still lived in a wooden house that had been upgraded from a thatched hut, sat on a mat woven from dry grass and leaves, and often worked tirelessly for the sake of his people!

Su Guang would privately lament:
"I know about the deeds of Shun and Yu!"

If ancient leaders,
They were all so hardworking and conscientious, no wonder they were supported by their people, and no wonder something like "abdication" happened.

"...Perhaps it's time to go back to Qi and the Central Plains."

As night falls
Lying on his bed, the Marquis of Xinxiang rubbed his lower back. After confirming that the gains of the past few years were enough to support the nation's consumption and any unexpected events, he then conceived the idea of ​​crossing the sea again.

He recalled the reflection he had seen in the water during the day—

Gray hair at the temples,

Wrinkles are piled up around the eyes

The young Qi envoys who once traveled to various states of China have quietly grown old.

"We must take advantage of our remaining strength to train the next generation."

He thought to himself silently.

(End of this chapter)