Controlling mountains and rivers since the Warring States Period

Chapter 460 Daytime
"so!"

"The environment shapes people!"

"Oranges grown south of the Huai River are sweet oranges, while those grown north of the Huai River are bitter oranges... It is truly astonishing that the ancients could draw such a conclusion over thousands of years."

On the Wei River in Western Qin,
He Bo was rowing the boat, carrying Ying Zheng's entire family, gently swaying along the current.

Although his true form,

At this moment, they are at the source of the Yangtze River on the plateau, tampering with that great river that can be called a "chaste and virtuous woman."

But this did not prevent him from placing his clone in the Western Sea.
They also explored and investigated the two major rivers belonging to Western Qin.

As the oars dip into the clear river water, stirring it back and forth, deep and shallow, the boat drifts gently to and fro.

He Bo has sighed countless times:
"Although the feng shui here isn't ideal, the river formed by melting snow from the high mountains... is just as fertile as the Central Plains!"

Having said that,

He Bo would occasionally bend down and use a clay pot to draw a jar of water from the river, which he would then drink directly.

And at this time,
An anonymous historian named Shi Shen, who had traveled thousands of miles to this place, would quietly take off his shoes and socks, sit down by the side of the boat, and begin to soak his feet.

This is because he was not accompanied by the ghosts and gods this time, but only Ying Qin was by his side.

Therefore,
When they heard the ghosts and gods utter some inexplicable words again, none of the three generations of the Qin dynasty on the ship showed any reaction.

Seeing this, He Bo continued to make strange remarks.

"If a mother is loving and her child doesn't live and eat well, the child will develop problems."

"Even if a child lives in luxury without a mother's love, problems will still arise."

"Old Zheng, aren't you right?"

Upon hearing this, the First Emperor frowned, took a deep breath, and held back.

Ever since he refused the "invitation to be an ox or a horse" offered by the gods and spirits, and refused to wear the seal that carried power and become an endless ox or a horse,

He had been subjected to constant harassment from He Bo.

The "God" of the Central Plains grinds the Yangtze River on the plateau.

The mountains and rivers of the Western Sea, once ruled by the Qin state, have since been the domain of successive Qin rulers who migrated beyond the borders, following in the footsteps of their descendants.

Although this place differs slightly from the Central Plains in terms of climate and customs,

However, throughout the history of the Qin people, they have always been on the path of migrating from east to west.

The people of Qin in the early Western Zhou Dynasty could accept it.
Then their descendants can naturally accept it.

"I never imagined that after arriving in this foreign land, I would have to witness the rise and fall of a nation!"

"But it doesn't matter. I've already planted trees on top of Ying Pijiang's tomb in Afang Palace, and it's now covered with a pavilion!"

"Then it can be hoisted up, just like our ancestors!"

Speaking of which,

He Bo muttered to himself, "It's a pity that Xinxia's tree wasn't used... Sui Ping is still a bit soft-hearted."

After forcing the Western Xia emperor to abdicate,

Sui Ping still reserved many privileges and preferential treatments for the other party.

Although the treatment of "two kings and three honored guests" was ultimately given to the direct descendants of Emperor Xuanzong of Eastern Xia, the last emperor of Western Xia, like the "Marquis of Yanchen" of Qi, possessed a small fiefdom where he enjoyed the wealth and honor of a king.

He Bo, who had been looking forward to the scene of the last emperor of Western Xia "hanging himself on the old crooked tree at the ancestral tomb," felt quite disappointed.

so now,
He did not want his years of waiting and nurturing to be ignored and neglected again.

That old, crooked-necked tree that belonged to the Qin dynasty must have longed to bear that sweet burden.

"If you don't speak, people won't think you're mute!"

The First Emperor listened to a whiff of nonsense from ghosts and gods, and finally could not bear it any longer.

In a fit of anger, he turned and walked towards the West Wei River.

Fusu wanted to rescue his elderly father, but found that his youngest son beside him also had a sad expression, showing the same attitude as his grandfather.

So he hesitated.
I don't know whether I should be a dutiful son or a loving father.

Fortunately, his wife spoke up in time, interrupting his dilemma.

"It's all Zhao Ji's fault anyway!" Zhao Ji,

The First Emperor's mother, who possessed a truly remarkable thought process.

Even after his death, he did not have a peaceful life.

She remained entangled with her lover, Lao Ai, and maintained close ties with Consort Su, the great physician of the Han Dynasty who, with a single sentence, extended the lifespan of her husband, Emperor Liu Qi of Han, by several years, becoming his closest friend.

Under such mutual influence and hindrance,
The successive rulers of the Qin dynasty no longer wanted to acknowledge her as their clan's wife.

However, Zhao Ji didn't care.

Thanks to her awkward and stubborn son,

Although she was left in Yongcheng until her death, after becoming emperor, he posthumously honored her as "Empress Dowager".

This allowed Zhao Ji's fame to spread.
In addition, her deeds during her lifetime are often mentioned by her descendants who enjoy discussing these strange and mysterious events.
Therefore, in the underworld,
Zhao Ji was not lacking in food.

She remained as willful as ever, occasionally returning to her father's side in "Handan" to lament that she had been deceived in love by some damned but handsome and capable male ghost.

During the great relocation of the former rulers of Qin...
Zhao Ji did not follow, but stayed in the fertile Central Plains, refusing to come to the distant lands to be exposed to the wind and sand.

So right now,
Empress Hei, the wife of Qin Er Shi, could say such a thing with a clear conscience.

Fusu felt a little embarrassed and coughed.

His wife turned to look at him, her dark, watery eyes wide open, and said innocently:
"You can't say it's your father's fault, can you?"

"Although the country's downfall was also related to the hidden dangers he left behind..."

"But how can I scold my father in front of my son!"

So it's okay for the grandson to scold his grandmother?
Fusu returned the same look, stared at his wife for a while, then sighed and raised his hand to rub his brow.

That's it, that's it,

My grandmothers are not here.

Moreover, his father didn't seem to care much about it.

My wife and kids are more important!
He Bo watched this scene unfold and felt that he was beginning to shine.

So, with dark and twisted emotions in his heart, he violently rocked the boat, throwing Qin Er Shi and his wife into the river, sending them off to find their father.

"The air is much better now."

Having achieved his goal, He Bo let out a sigh of relief, raised his eyebrows, and revealed a relaxed and happy expression.

Upon seeing this, Ying Pijiang attempted to follow his parents.

But He Bo stopped the old man and asked him, "Why won't you accept the seal?"

The First Emperor died suddenly due to being overwhelmed by state affairs.
Qin Er Shi was haunted by the fear of losing his state.

Ying Pijiang was indeed capable and resilient!
He Bo has always admired him!

The other person replied, "I am eager to repay your kindness."

"But not now."

The country is now in decline, and problems are springing up all around it.

If Ying Pijiang possessed the ability to summon spirits and banish ghosts, and to manipulate clouds and whip mountains...
He feared that he might "possess a weapon in his heart and have murderous intent," and use it to seek profit for his unworthy descendants.

After all, there are countless things in the world...
There are always things you can't let go of.

He Bo nodded, "Alright!"

"Then wait until your descendants squander the family fortune before you take office!"

"Before that, familiarize yourself with the business so you don't end up knowing nothing."

Ying Pijiang's eyes widened. "So, doesn't that mean I still have to do your work?"

He Boyi said sternly, "If I don't give you a title, will you stop working?"

Ying Pijiang then sighed and disappeared into the water.

The fishermen on the shore watched helplessly as the boat drifting in the middle of the water grew lighter and lighter, and more and more people jumped into the water to commit suicide, until only the young boatman who was rowing remained.

He couldn't help but stroke his sun-tanned face, and murmured a sigh:
"Kid, you're so fast!"

(End of this chapter)