Controlling mountains and rivers since the Warring States Period

Chapter 50 Black Pottery Jar

"The Chao is still so impulsive."

Zhongmu,

Zhao Huai, who had received the news from Gongzi Chao, sighed and said to his wife, "I don't have any extra thoughts. If I return power to Crown Prince Zhang in the future, his merits in governing the country can also make my family rich and prosperous."

"But if this leads to a fight for the throne, once we fail, I'm afraid it will be difficult to return to Zhao."

Moreover, the State of Wei was watching closely.

In the Taihang Mountains, the remnants of Zhongshan are still taking action with the intention of restoring their country.

These are all concerns for the State of Zhao.

Zhao Huai is a qualified member of the Zhao family and is unwilling to harm the country for his own interests.

Not to mention,
"A divine turtle that can speak human language"?
This kind of story,

At Zhao Huai’s age, he no longer believes it.

"I guess Chao still hasn't given up."

His wife didn't care about these things. "If you are not young and energetic, can you still be called a young person?"

"He is now shouting that he wants to fight for the throne, but he is just provoked by your ruling. What can he do if he stays in Gaolang for a while longer and waits for Prince Zhang to train him?"

The Zhao Huai lineage had originally had no chance of becoming king.

Because according to Zhao Ji's prestige as the "founding king", no one could challenge his position.

But who made him die so early?
As a result, Zhao Huai was supported to become the de facto new monarch, which also made some of his family ministers and descendants feel uneasy.

"Let's not talk about that!"

Zhao Huai was a little worried about the power dispute, but then he shifted his focus to state affairs.

As soon as Zhao Ji died, Han sent a letter inviting Wei and Zhao to jointly attack the Chu State in the south.

Zhao Huai needed to use this matter to consolidate his position and improve his prestige, so he took it seriously.

As for his son?

Then let him learn to be steady first!
……

On He Bo's side,

After leaving Guanhe in embarrassment, he suddenly received several letters from the temple in Ye County.

He moved his eyes to look,
Ximen Bao had already taken several powerful people from Ye County to kneel in the Hebo Temple, and was reading out the charges listed on the silk that had been handed over to Hebo.

It is nothing more than "using the names of ghosts and gods to oppress the people in the village" and so on.

If there was anything really serious, it was that when Ximen Bao led his soldiers out to attack Baidi, these families not only failed to guard the city as ordered by the county magistrate, but also drank and had fun at home.

Ximen Bao then used the excuse of inviting them to discuss the governance of Ye County, and directly ordered the guards to subdue and detain them at the banquet.

For this,

He Bo could only say, "It is true that meat eaters are vulgar."

They don't even do the superficial work. Is this the feeling of relaxation of the local tycoons in Ye County?

"But... after they die, will their ghosts come directly to Zhangshui, or wait for me to take them away?"

He Bo had long anticipated the fate of these local tycoons.

He was more concerned about whether his black progress bar could start moving.

Although in Pingyang,

There was a group of foxes and pigs who were willing to sacrifice themselves to spread his reputation and create the impression in the minds of mortals that "the Zhangshui River God can also control people's life and death", thereby promoting the mastery of the corresponding power.

But as time went on, the growth rate gradually slowed down.

The black progress bar hasn't been crawling darkly for some time. It's been stagnant there quietly, as if it were dead.

If the black bar had not still exuded a heavy sense of resentment of "being a cow or a horse in life and a cow or a horse after death", lingering around the progress bar like the mist of incense, He Bo would have thought that his golden hand had pointed out the problem.

After all, it's so simple.
There may be problems.

Therefore,

It was rare for He Bocai to take the initiative.

The authority of ghosts and gods is not as easy to obtain as that of mountains and rivers.

Want to control the mountains and rivers,

All He Bo needs to do is lie down in the water in the mountains, suppress the mountains' instinctive rejection and force them to accept him, and he can make the mountains and rivers change into He Bo's shape.

From then on, the flow of water and the wind in the mountains all followed He Bo's will.

But if it involves life and death, it will be too difficult, and He Bo will have to take the initiative to do a lot of things.

"You didn't touch my jars, did you?" He Bo said to Xi.

Now that Xi has graduated, he has assumed some of the duties of "Prime Minister Turtle" and often helps He Bo take care of some things in He Bo's mansion.

He is happy to take care of the prayer letters collected from temples dedicated to He Bo from all over the country, as well as the fields he has opened up for growing real food.

Xi also often enjoys the joy of labor after death with a grateful heart.

"Are they a few jars for making soy sauce?" Xi said.

Ever since he made tofu and gave the production method and tools to Ximen Bao to help promote it, He Bo has become more motivated to study food and add flavor to the world.

He was powerless to do anything about things that were too complicated or had not yet appeared on Chinese soil.

But the practice of brewing soy sauce had already appeared at this time.

That is one of the precious condiments that only nobles can enjoy - 醢.

A sauce made from minced meat.

He Bo deliberately traveled between the prosperous cities on both sides of the Zhang River, secretly observing the methods of the cooks in the nobles' homes to make minced meat. Thinking that the method should be similar to that of making soy sauce, he replaced the minced meat with beans, and fermented the beans, hoping to produce a finished product.

"No, it's not time to open it yet!"

He Bo said, "It's a pottery jar that I personally placed behind me. There's a picture of a tiger on it."

Xi was puzzled, "Ah? Is that a tiger?"

He always thought that the painting was of a cat!
"I dare not move until He Bo gives the order."

He Bo waved his hand and didn't argue with him about his painting skills.

Anyway, if he starts learning from now on, he will make progress even if he studies for a thousand or eight hundred years. There is no need to rush.

"It's good that you didn't move."

"Otherwise, I don't know how to rescue you!"

He Bo walked into the back room of the mansion, and within a few steps, the scene changed drastically.

After all, Hebo's mansion was built based on illusion and can be transformed at will.

He Bo is still willing to walk around here, showing that he has moved to another room, because he is hardworking and active.

He picked up several clay pots that appeared in front of him.

It has a black appearance and a light feel, and is painted with white paint on it, with a round tiger face with a serious expression.

“…It doesn’t look like a cat at all. Why do you say my drawing is bad?”

He Bo held the pottery jar and looked at it first, then muttered twice.

Fortunately, he didn't dwell on it and just shook the jar.

"Stop shaking!"

A terrified voice came from the pottery jar.

"Please, Uncle Tu, let us go!"

"what!"

"Who broke my leg?"

"It's me...but who kicked me in the waist?!"

"I...vomit!"

As the jar shook, the sounds inside became more complex.

He Bo could even hear that someone inside couldn't help but start to feel dizzy and vomit, but because he couldn't stand still, he could only shake along with the jar to get his stuff back on himself.

"Fortunately, I still have quite some energy!"

He Bo put down the black pottery jar in his hand, picked up another one and continued shaking it.

There was still a dizzying wailing sound and the sound of bones rolling around.

It was like He Bo put a lot of marbles in it.

Not long after, the sound gradually became thick and turbid, and the human voice was not as loud as before.

"It seems that as long as I have enough strength and control the mountains and rivers, I can indeed try to open up the so-called underworld."

These jars,
Isn’t this a reflection of He Bo’s ability to expand again?
Here's what's inside.
But He Bo had collected the evil ghosts from the vicinity of Zhangshui with great difficulty.

He Bo had no burden at all to use them for experiments and to torment such anthropomorphic creatures.

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