Controlling mountains and rivers since the Warring States Period

Chapter 59: Book Writing
The summer heat slowly passed,

Early autumn is coming.

When He Bo came to harass Ximen Bao, he suddenly said to him, "You are so capable in governing Ye County, why don't you write a book about it to inspire those who come after you?"

Ximen Bao was surprised by He Bo's words, "How can a person like me be qualified to write books like a saint?"

The knowledge at this time is very valuable.

In addition to the knowledge itself, its carrier is also precious enough.

Although China is blessed with a large number of straight or bendable, edible and usable bamboos, in order to make them into qualified bamboo slips, it still needs to go through processes such as felling, chopping, drying, and editing.

all in all,
The more complicated the process,
The higher the production cost.

Not to mention, they had to write on long and thin bamboo slips.

Therefore, in today's world, writings emphasize conciseness and to the point. With the assistance and support of his disciples, Confucius also had to be very careful when writing "The Spring and Autumn Annals". In the end, he recorded the history of the twelve kings of the State of Lu for 242 years in a total of more than 16,000 words.

If one is not a true sage, who would dare to say that he wants to write a book?

What's more, he was just writing down his own experience in governing a county. Writing such a book would be a waste of ink and paper, and he might even be laughed at by the world for "overestimating his own abilities"!

"If one can benefit a region, how can he not be considered a wise man?"

He Bo first said this, and then confessed, "Actually, I was asked by someone to come and ask you for advice."

"Gao Lang's son Chao wants to govern Nie City, but he doesn't know where to start."

Ximen Bao had heard He Bo mention Gongzi Chao.

"Isn't he an uneducated playboy?" He remembered the evaluation the ghost made when he first mentioned him.

"People change, and he's not a bad person by nature. He's just been spoiled to the point of being stupid."

"I see."

Ximen Bao had also seen similar things in Anyi.

Although Ximen Bao himself often said, "Parents who love their children will plan for them in the long run," but after leaving them away for a long time, he could not help but soften his heart and indulge his children when he occasionally returned to Anyi to see them.

Not to mention some nobles.

He just sighed, "Gong Zihuai is a wise man, but he is lacking in educating his children."

He Bo blinked and said nothing.

"As for writing a book, I don't have the time and it's difficult to start writing." Ximen Bao said again.

This kind of thing is very serious.

Ximen Bao admitted that he did not have profound knowledge. At this time, he was busy joining forces with several wealthy families in the city to start selling food to make money. How could he have the time to write these things?

As for whether there is suspicion of "aiding the enemy"?

When the ancient sages wrote down their life's wisdom, they would not be concerned about keeping it to themselves because of a particular time, place or country.

If everyone in the world understood the teachings of sages, then everyone would be a sage and there would be no confusion.

"It's okay, I'll help you!"

He Bo waved his hand gracefully and smiled.

As long as Ximen Bao doesn't directly refuse, everything else is a small problem.

So that night,

Ximen Bao finally put on his clothes and went to sleep.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in a vague dream.

There was nothing else around, just a table, a seat and a ghost.

Xi was kneeling beside him, arranging his writing materials on the desk.

"what!"

"Simon is here!"

Xi greeted Ximen Bao happily.

Ximen Bao stared at him silently.

"He Bo said that the time in dreams and reality is different. You can finish writing here and then wake up!"

Xi did not notice Ximen Bao's emotions and just followed the instructions of the ghosts and gods.

Ximen Bao hesitated for a moment, then said, "So, I can't leave here until I finish writing?"

"Yes!"

"Ah!"

Ximen Bao gave an unhappy fake smile, stood up and put his hands behind his back, looking like he was "unyielding despite being so powerful".

But he finally couldn't hold on, so he sat down, picked up his pen, and wrote down various words while thinking.

Happy to see that he was writing seriously, I decided not to disturb him and walked out of this empty dream.

He Bo saw him come out and asked Xi, "Have you written it?"

"I wrote it, and I wrote it very quickly!"

So He Bo laughed, "I knew that the temptation of writing books is really hard for writers to resist!"

"Ximen Bao said no, but his body is still very honest!"

Xi laughed in agreement.

The result was also arranged by He Bo.

"You should also not sit idle, and summarize your farming experience, and you can also write a book!"

Xi was shocked, "Can farming be written into a book?"

"Why not?"

"How can anyone in this world not eat?"

“Only when you have a full stomach can you think about the various truths of the world.”

"If you really write a book on agriculture, I will put it in the center of the library to show my cherishment!"

So Xi immediately rubbed his hands excitedly.

"Okay, I'll write it now!"

He is not afraid that he has no literary talent and writes in a messy way.

Anyway, the gods and ghosts have already decided, so let him write it!

And wait until the next day,

When Ximen Bao's wife woke up, she was surprised to find that her husband was still lying beside her! "You got up late today, but fortunately you didn't miss anything important."

His wife woke him up and then tidied Ximen Bao's clothes.

Ximen Bao looked depressed and a little resentful.

When discussing things in a dream, one only moves his mouth.

Compared with writing a document of tens of thousands of words in a dream, the result can be very different.

He yawned and suddenly said to his wife, "After a person dies and becomes a ghost, will he still feel tired?"

The wife said, "That's unlikely. I've never heard anyone say that ghosts need to sleep and rest."

So Ximen Bao nodded, "That's good, that's good!"

otherwise,

Before Ximen Bao died, he must instruct his descendants to take him away from the Zhang River, the farther the better!

otherwise,

He never had a good sleep in his life.
I’m afraid that after death, I won’t even be worthy of lying on a pillow!
……

After getting Ximen Bao and Xi's hard work.

He Bo handed it to Gongzi Chao.

Gongzi Chao was overjoyed and said to the divine tortoise, "This Ximen Bao is truly a talented person. I am not smart enough to understand such profound and abstruse texts, but he has written them so clearly for this purpose."

"If he can come to Zhao State, I will definitely recommend him to my father!"

"He is already an official of Wei State, so why would he come to Zhao State to be an official?" He Bo didn't care.

Besides,

The situation in Zhao State was far worse than that in Wei State, which had undergone reforms.

Although the Marquis of Wei is old, the foundation he has laid is still very solid, and he has heard that Prince Ji is also quite talented.

In this way, during these twenty to thirty years, Wei's dominant position would basically not be challenged.

It's just a pity,

It's the Warring States period now.

Although learning how to dominate the various countries during the Spring and Autumn Period can make you feel good for a while, it is not enough to survive successfully in this turbulent era.

but,

What does this have to do with them at this moment?

Hebo is just a small tributary of the Zhang River, which is rather thin and short compared to other tributaries of the Yellow River.

What else could he say?
"Do your thing!"

He Bo asked Gongzi Chao to leave, and he returned to Tongdi Mountain.

After two months of exercising his subjective initiative, his black progress bar was finally about to finish loading.

He Bo is very much looking forward to the changes that may occur in the future.

anyway,

He no longer needs to dig dirt and make pottery.

Some evil ghosts just need to go to hell to atone their sins until their souls are torn apart.
But He Bo made hell with his bare hands,

It will be much harder.

During this period of time, he had dug a big hole in Tongdi Mountain. After a rain, a pool of water was formed, attracting many animals.

Seeing this, He Bo simply directed the underground spring to connect with the pit, creating a new spring.

"If this is really possible, I will let you be the beast guarding the gate!"

Seeing that the progress bar was about to be completed, He Bo couldn't help but lower his head and said this to the big cat lying at his feet.

The colorful North China leopard let out a roar, rolled over, and exposed its belly to He Bo.

Seeing this, He Bo squatted down and started petting the cat.

This large and colorful leopard was the one He Bo encountered in Tongdi Mountain two days ago.

It looked like it was not yet a full adult, and had just left its parents. Perhaps due to its lack of experience, it chased its prey too hastily, forgetting that the terrain was rugged, and its claws lost strength, so it fell from a high place and died.

All living things have souls, but they do not last as long as human souls.

Cats, dogs, bears and bears become ghosts after death. They cannot even survive for one night and disappear in a moment.

Fortunately, He Bo was walking in the Tongdi Mountains at that time, feeling the busy joy of summer and autumn when the fruits in the mountains ripened and the beasts and birds frantically stockpiled food in preparation for the winter, and he also saw the big cat that had just died.

then,

He Bo picked up the big cat.

Although the big cat turned into a ghost, it still did not understand human nature and could not think. When He Bo grabbed the back of the neck, it was still howling.

But it doesn't matter.
He Bo felt that it wanted to go home with him.

After stroking the big cat that had been completely tamed by He Bo for a while, the progress bar that had been wriggling in the dark was finally completed.

He Bo felt an unknown force attracting him.

Its source is the strange space located at an unknown depth under the Tongdi Mountain, which cannot be seen or heard by mortals.

at the same time,

The scene of the world in He Bo's eyes also changed drastically -

First, the sky and the earth became blurry for a while, and then when you looked at the numerous living creatures, you could see that no matter they were humans, animals, or insects, all had wisps of white gas attached to their bodies.

The white gas is expelled and inhaled with the breathing, entwining around the body of the living being and lingering.

And the distribution of white air,

There are more strong people and fewer old and young people.

There are more people who are human beings than animals.

In the mountains, forests and rivers, white gas condenses into fog, floating through it, inseparable.

Over on the other side of the city, although it had also condensed into mist, it floated high in the sky like flowing clouds, and rarely dissipated.

He Bo somehow knew what this was:
“This is the vitality of the world!”

"It is wonderful that all kinds of creatures compete for freedom!"

He was pleasantly surprised that he could still see such a scene. After appreciating the new perspective of ghosts and gods for a while, he took the big cat to the dark underground to further experience the changes that had occurred after his power increased.

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