Controlling mountains and rivers since the Warring States Period

Chapter 534 Leisurely

Chapter 534 Leisurely
"Someone just chased after us."

When what appeared to be a group of gods, but was actually just one, finished their visit to Pompeii, the small city destined to be swallowed by a volcano...

The divine deer, forcibly pulled from the Rina River by its original form and brought to Rome, looked back at the alleyway where they had disappeared and spoke calmly.

As large numbers of disaster victims gathered near the port, awaiting aid from the sea,
They did not land there.

It simply chose an open location to refresh.

Enter the village quietly, don't shoot!
nature,

When leaving, one should also disappear from the place where one left off.

"Alas!"

"Someone actually saw us!"

"Do you want to silence him?"

A Mediterranean pigeon, clutching a skewer of meat grilled using the heat of Mount Vesuvius, cries out, "My innocence has been tainted!"

After calling,
He started gnawing away again, his expression and words bearing no resemblance.

Didn't you notice them?

"Why would I keep staring at someone when I have nothing better to do?"

Even though ghosts and gods have the power to look down on the human world, they are not voyeurs who want to see everything.

And isn't the wonder of life precisely in those unexpected surprises?

"Let him be!"

"It would be a good thing if more people could survive here."

The volcano is less than twenty years away from its inevitable eruption.

Such a span is not enough to cause a change in the world.

The people they meet while wandering through Pompeii are very likely to still be enjoying their lives there when that day comes.

Then, with a tremor and a clap of thunder, it was buried underground.

It wasn't until much, much later, when their contemporaries had all disappeared and the country they had praised and been proud of had long since vanished, that it was unearthed and evoked exclamations from the latter.

In later generations,

This city will be a surprise to people at that time.

But for the present moment,
It's unlikely that anyone would willingly be cast into a hollow statue by volcanic ash.

Even as the Way of Peace spread in Rome and its followers increased, the number of dead souls being sent to the underworld also increased.

But the pain before death will still linger deep in the heart and manifest on the soul.

If one's mind is not firm, and one cannot receive offerings from descendants or the blessings of ghosts and gods to appease the suffering of the dead, one's lifespan will be shortened, and the spirituality in the unseen world will dissipate even faster.

Even if reincarnated,

I'm afraid we should start from the roots, bathing in the spirit of heaven and earth, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon, replenishing our spirituality and reawakening our wisdom, before starting anew as human beings.

"Relocating people is something that rulers have to consider."

"Pacifying the people is a difficult task for many religious sects in Rome."

Let's eat first!

The white deer of the Reina River picked up a colorful mushroom brought by a white egret from the Yarlung Tsangpo River, roasted it in the lava beside it, and then put it in its mouth.

He Bo looked at him quietly, waiting for further feedback.

To God's disappointment, the River God of the Rui River did not see the vain villain because of the fungus.

He himself didn't keep an eye on the food and drinks in front of him, and the others seized the opportunity to devour them all. In the end, he could only use Roman bread to dip the remaining soup.

So God could only regretfully announce the end of the dinner party.

He released the white deer, which had been hidden from the world, back into the mountains and forests.
Release the blackbird that soars over the two seas into the sky.

Send the golden eagles that linger on the plateau to the peak of the mountains...

At last,
Returning to its own origin in the Central Plains.

"Ok?"

"Have the rulers of both the North and the South died this year and this month?"

In the underworld, He Bo reviewed the number of dead ghosts who had recently "entered the netherworld," and then let out a small cry.

The old man subtly reminded him, "An empress dowager died in the middle!"

In the seventh year of Yongping,

With an ambitious emperor having carefully calculated his assets, he embarked on the path to reclaim his lost territories.

The second Duke of Yan in the northern state,

The mother of the emperor of the Central Plains
And the founding ruler of the Yue Kingdom in the south,
They ended their lives one after another in the cold winds of early spring.

As they left...

Some were worried about the country and had many concerns in their hearts;
Some felt they had fulfilled their responsibilities and were completely at peace.

all in all,
There are far fewer people from the old era.

Twenty years in the human world,
Regardless of rank or social status, everyone ushered in a period of change.

A familiar scene reappeared on the earth, under the sunlight.
But new things also emerge, demonstrating the progress of time.

"History books will have to write a lot more stories now!"

He Bo recalled what the world looked like before these nobles who held positions of power over the country left, and then laughed heartily.

He was summoned by God.

Yan Gong, who had close ties with the Taiping Dao, revealed a nervous and guilty expression amidst the laughter.

He wanted to say something to Sun En, his senior and mentor, but his aged face changed repeatedly, and in the end, he could only let out a sigh.

He failed to guide the Yan state in a better direction, and in the later years of his life, he even fell into a more tragic situation than Sun En.

Sun En was very lonely in his later years.

The soil where the seeds were sown was not fertile, and the tender shoots he had hoped for swayed in the wind and rain.

But on the surface,
The land of Yan was rapidly cultivated, swamps were transformed into farmland through their farming, and the barbarians who inexplicably appeared around them were constantly driven to the ends of the earth.

Everything seemed so thriving.

They praised Sun En, the Duke of Yan, for his leadership and looked forward to one day marching south, breaching the Great Wall of the Han Dynasty, and becoming the new masters of the Central Plains.

Only Sun En knew,

Time and wealth are most likely to shake a person's mind and body.

Wealth tends to accumulate most easily, and the more prosperous the territory, the better.

The more arduous his struggle became, the more difficult it became.
The more he inherited his career and dreams, the more difficult it became for those who followed him to take action.

He was the leader who founded this country, and he could use his prestige to suppress many things.

So even though many of his former colleagues, who were already quite dissatisfied with his strictness, could only remain silent and endure it.

But what about others?
Therefore,
When he saw his disciple, in his later years, suffering from illness and effectively sidelined, forced to watch helplessly as various factions used the Duke of Yan's name to pursue their own interests, only to have him ultimately blamed, and finally passing away in helpless loneliness and sorrow...

Sun En was not angry about the increase in the number of meat-eaters in the Yan state under his rule.

He simply patted his disciple on the shoulder and said to him:
"I'm already very happy that you've been able to stay true to your original aspirations."

"No matter how slowly the tender seedlings grow, they will grow strong and healthy through the care of generation after generation, leaving something to look forward to in the future."

“You’ve done your job… Now, come with me for a walk.”

that's it,
Sun En, along with his prized disciples, departed from God's presence, leaving behind the legacy he had built during his lifetime—a legacy that flourished rapidly due to a beautiful vision but crumbled just as quickly due to the fragility of human nature.

What will become of the Yan state in the future?

This is something people should consider.

Even Heaven doesn't know.

The only thing that can be confirmed is,

When the heroes of yesteryear have passed away, and those who come after them are incompetent and lazy,
The Han emperor, carefully selected and nurtured by Emperor Guangwu, would not miss this opportunity to promote the nation's prestige.

Having already won over the Wuhuan and bestowed titles upon the Xianbei, the Han Dynasty will later engage in an even fiercer struggle with the Yan State, severing their long-standing entanglements with swords.

But so far,
Both sides are still keeping quiet and not making a move.

The filial emperor was immersed in grief over his mother's death and, unusually, neglected state affairs.

Moreover, the flooding of the Yellow River had not yet been controlled, and the Yan state was still in a state of chaos and decline...

He will not blindly pursue achievements and thus make mistakes that harm the nation's strength.

"Where is Ying Feng of Yue?"

After drinking a cup of fine wine to celebrate the affairs of the Han and Yan kingdoms, He Bo then thought of Ying Yue, who was located beneath the Han Dynasty but, thanks to the barriers of mountains and rivers, did not have to directly confront the Central Kingdom's power.

When Ying Feng died
The state he established became the most expansive and powerful among the many states in central and southern China. And with the expansion and prosperity of the Yue state...

The teachings of the Chinese also pierced through the miasma that permeated the central and southern regions, felled the dense rainforests, and spread to the indigenous people who wholesaled tattoos.

This is Ying Feng's achievement, enough to allow him to enjoy a wonderful life as a dead man in the underworld.

He Bo wouldn't mind having a drink with him, and making a cold salad with various mushrooms from Central South China as a snack to accompany the conversation.

Then the old ghost said, "After he left the underworld, he was captured by the ancestors of Ying Qin."

As the most promising descendant of Ying Qin,

Even though he never heard of the legitimate demise of the Qin state, he changed the name of his state to "Qin," and his rule in the central and southern regions still had some characteristics of the Chu state.

But his ancestors still liked the boy.

After all, the contrast between Emperor Jing of Qin, who cut down trees on his ancestors' graves, and Emperor Gong of Qin, who forgot to bring in his clothes because the water was too cold, is striking.

What's the point of imitating the Chu state by appointing ministers everywhere?
Anyway, my Qin state has been linked with the Chu state through marriage for generations, and after the First Emperor, everyone carries the blood of Chu princesses.

Moreover, the climate in central and southern China is very similar to that of the State of Chu during the early Zhou Dynasty.

Adapting to local conditions and emulating the wisdom of our predecessors is perfectly acceptable.

At most, it would only make King Huai of Chu, who saw yet another "Chu" state appear but still didn't use the surname "Xiong," cry again.

"King Huai will probably go and complain to Qu Yuan about the Qin people's cunning and shamelessness again!"

He Bo then thought of King Huai of Chu, who could not escape the torment of the Qin people both before and after his death, and drank another cup of wine with a smile.

unfortunately,

If Xiang Yu, who destroyed the Qin Dynasty, hadn't accidentally dissolved Emperor Yi in water...

Whenever King Huai was bullied, the most magnanimous embrace he would seek would surely be that of the Overlord.

The thin and frail body of the Grand Master Sanlü could not serve as a reliable support for King Huai for long.

"Since he's busy, I'll go play with his burial goods instead!"

Putting down his wine glass and rubbing his water-filled belly, He Bo decided to shift his focus away from Ying Feng.

He strolled over to the courtyard where Ying Feng had just settled in Haoli, thanks to his achievements in life and the sacrifices he received after death, but hadn't yet moved in. He climbed over the wall, craned his neck, and peeked inside. Then he squatted down in a corner overgrown with tangled, twisted weeds that had a distinctly underworld feel.

"Uh-huh!"

He picked up a foxtail grass, stuck it into a small hole in the corner, and uttered a mysterious summons.

Shortly thereafter,

The empty courtyard, which has never welcomed its owner, has responded to God's call in its own way.

One by one, the piglets, with their glossy fur and plump bodies, emerged in an orderly line through the mysterious hole.

The leader, Big Orange, was not at all shy.
As soon as it came out of the cave, it started shoveling the foxtail grass in He Bo's hand, then stretched out with a haughty and disdainful expression.

"I brought you some dried fish, a specialty of the Mediterranean, today!"

"Whoever stays in my arms the longest, I'll give it the biggest piece of meat to eat!"

He Bo collected the foxtail grass, then pulled out a long string of dried fish from his sleeve.

The fishy smell wafted out, enticing the piglets that had originally wanted to scatter and play, to gather around He Bo.

Following the instructions of the spirits, they lined up and jumped one by one into He Bo's arms.

"No, your fur isn't soft enough; you can only eat a medium-sized dried fish."

"Wow... this is too generous. Go report to the doctor later, he's a pig farmer."

"Not bad, the flesh is soft, the fur is soft, and the face is big enough... You pass!"

Enjoying the cats taking turns to fawn over them,

The world's biggest dried fish merchant smiled with satisfaction amidst the fuzzy surroundings.

But this is not enough.

Because Elvis Presley had not yet revealed his soft belly to He Bo under the temptation of dried fish.

"Old rules?"

After kneading its offspring to its heart's content, He Bo came to the big orange and spoke in the voice of a regular customer.

Raised by Ying Feng from a young age, and after he established the kingdom and ascended the throne, Da Ju was arranged to have his grave moved to the south of the Central Plains, becoming the first resident of the Ying Yue King's Mausoleum. In the time after his death, he had come to understand some human nature and possessed wisdom far exceeding that of other pigs.

Therefore, it won't be easily led to selling itself by a dried fish.

"what?"

"They want five this time?"

He Bo frowned slightly as he looked at the cat's outstretched paws in front of him.

"The price has gone up?"

"We're such good friends, shouldn't you give me a discount?"

The big orange cat, Mimi, began to explain.

The words were obviously not human language.
But He Bo still understood what he meant.

"what?"

"Because your servant died this year, you, as a cat with a family, cannot be given to outsiders?"

Big Orange nodded seriously.

He Bo was somewhat saddened.

He never imagined that Ying Feng's death would so deeply damage his relationship with Da Ju.

But what can he do?
He was just an outsider who couldn't even enter the big orange cat's house, and could only pet it when it came out to play.

……

"time to eat."

After bidding farewell to his ancestors, Ying Feng returned to his residence.

After preparing food for the cats he had raised in life and who had been buried in the mausoleum after his death, and who had been assigned to the area along with the household registration and residence in Haoli, he...
He noticed that the group of piglets, led by Big Orange, didn't rush to the food bowl; instead, they lazily lay there licking their fur, looking satiated and relaxed.

"Ok?"

Having become familiar with the customs of the underworld and having been separated from Da Ju by decades of life and death, Ying Feng suddenly realized something.

"You've been seeing someone else behind my back?"

He came up to Big Orange and touched the latter's big face with his hand.

……

"Ouch!"

"Woof!"

Inside Wei Qing's residence, Da Huang kept barking, its cries filled with sorrow as it spoke to He Bo.

He Bo, though unconvinced, retorted to Da Huang, "No, no!"

"I didn't secretly meet with those cats!"

"You smell of fish because you just came back from the Western Sea!"

There are fish in the sea.

This is perfectly normal!

How could it possibly be prepared specifically for Big Yellow's old nemesis?
unfortunately,