Controlling mountains and rivers since the Warring States Period

Chapter 42 I and Dian Ye
then,

He Bo decided not to go to the fields in person to check on the seedlings, but just focus on observing secretly.

Anyway, the effect is similar.

The reason why he wanted to go there in person was simply because he had nothing to do.

The three children also accepted his joining very smoothly.

Heiwa was happy that after his call, some adults were willing to participate.

Liu He trusts.

As for Sang?
"Mom said that good-looking people are all good people!"

How could this gentleman be a bad person when he looks like this?
It's just a pity,

He Bo is not even a human being.

However, he did not explain, but just followed the three children, watching them squatting in a flat place some distance away from the river, digging up the mud skillfully or awkwardly, and then kneading it.

Heiwa did have some skills, and soon he made a "Dahuang".

The mud dog squatted on Heiwa's palm with a serious expression. His lips were a little thick and slightly drooping. His ears stood straight up and his eyes were wide open, looking alert.

“This is my former neighbor’s dog!”

"I just moved. Otherwise, my neighbor said that when it gives birth to puppies, he will give me one!"

Heiwa held his masterpiece in his hands and recalled his days in his hometown Pingyang.

but,

The county magistrate also had a dog at home.

It’s just that Heiwa is not very familiar with them, so he can’t mold them into their specific appearance.

Sang Ye held up what he had made and showed it off, "This is a duck!"

"Hmph, it's not as pretty as my Dahuang!" Heiwa came over to take a look, and held up his mud dog to show off.

"But ducks can fly, but Dahuang can't!" Sang said angrily.

Hei Wa was stunned for a moment, but immediately said, "...It's okay, I can pinch Da Huang's wings too!"

After saying that, he picked up a handful of wet mud from the ground and started kneading it with a grunt.

After his "Flying Puppy" was finished, Liu He said dejectedly, "I can't make these things well."

His parents never allowed him to play these.

Now Liu He is very envious as he sees his friends creating a masterpiece each.

He also wanted to make a small animal, but he could never get it to shape.

Therefore, Liu He was still a little worried that his friends would dislike him.

He Bo came over to take a look, then said to him, "It's okay. If you can't make an animal, you can make a house!"

"Puppy and duck, are you going to live in the wild without a house?"

The structure of the house at this time was very simple.

Flatten the mud into a board shape and then put it together piece by piece.

Heiwa and Sang recalled what they saw in their daily lives and agreed with this point.

"Yes, you can make a house for Da Huang and my little duck to live in!"

"They all go home after dark!"

then,

Liu He changed the direction of his research and started to build mud boards. Finally, with the help of his friends, he successfully built a mud house that was crooked and looked very dangerous.

"Great!"

The three children let their dog and duck into the house, and then jumped around the mud house.

After cheering for only a short while, they looked at He Bo.

"What are you doing?"

He Bo thought about it, then clapped his hands and said, "I can mold us all into clay figures!"

"Look, there are dogs and ducks in the house, and there have to be people, right?"

"Yes!"

The children suddenly realized what was going on, so they urged He Bo, "Then you better hurry up and knead it!"

He Bo laughed, rolled up his sleeves, squatted down and started picking up the mud.

He was very fast, and soon there were three clay figures, one big and three small, in the mud house.

Thus,
It is more like the homes of ordinary people today.

The children cheered again.

He Bo also said, "I'm so happy today, I should record it!"

So, he took out a relatively flat stone and a small but pointed stone from somewhere.

He Bo held the slate in one hand and the slate pencil in the other and began to write about everyone's happiness today.

He squatted down deliberately so that the three children could watch him carve out the words stroke by stroke, which the children could not understand.

"In late spring and early summer, an adult and three children were playing by the Zhang River."

"The little boy Heiwa made a yellow dog, the little boy Liuhe made a house, the little girl Sang made a duck, and I, the adult, made a clay figurine." "Everyone was very happy."

"If today's happiness can be passed down to future generations, will you gentlemen of future generations also feel this happiness?"

After He Bo finished writing, he also read out the meaning of the above.

Otherwise, if you only read the original text of Wen Zou Zou, I'm afraid the children will be confused.

"Okay!"

The three children all laughed, but then said, "But, can this thing really be passed down to future generations?"

"Bury it in the soil. Who knows, maybe someone will dig it out and see it a thousand years later?" He Bo also laughed.

And his words were recognized by the three children.

So, while there was still enough time, the three little ones went to find a place with good feng shui, carefully dug a hole, and carefully buried the clay sculptures, which had been dried by the early summer sun, in the soil.

Finally, the slab of stone was stuffed into the doorway of the “yard” to serve as a gatehouse.

When the last handful of soil was spread and the land was flat again, the three children laughed again.

Although all this is meaningless in the eyes of adults.

But why should there be any special meaning when children do what they do?

Just be happy!

"It will take many years before someone digs it out?"

The children started chattering and guessing.

Hei Wa said, "A thousand years!"

"It's not a thousand years, I'll just eat one less bowl of rice today!"

Sang said, "I think it can be two thousand years... If not, I will eat one less bowl of rice!"

Liu He thought, "What if... it's only a few hundred years?"

Then, he looked painful, as if he had made a great decision, "If it weren't for... me, I would have eaten one more fish!"

Liu He's heart broke when he thought about the fish he had eaten recently.

He Bo stood by and smiled without saying anything.

He can only guarantee that
These things can remain forever by the Zhangshui River.

As for when it was excavated?

Then it's none of his business.

"Okay, it's time to go back."

He Bo took the three children to the river to wash their muddy hands and said to them.

at this time,

It's almost sunset.

"Oh, thank you, sir!"

The child waved to He Bo, and then returned to the city in the sunset, singing the folk songs of Ye.

He Bo followed suit, humming a ballad and returning to the Zhang River.

His mind was focused on the fields, and he had already seen the situation clearly, so there was no need to go there again.

And as soon as he appeared in the mansion, Xi greeted him, "He Bo!"

"The beans you asked me to prepare before are enough!"

"Next, is it time to make tofu?"

Xi said this with eyes that showed great anticipation.

"Yes, I went to the mountains before and brought back some brine!"

He Bo waved his sleeves and placed the pale yellow, astringent-tasting, inedible-looking marinade on the ground.

Perhaps it was the increase in power and qualitative change that came with gaining control of the authority of the "Mountain God". He Bo had recently slowly discovered that he could already stuff some practical things into the "He Bo Mansion" that he had created.

But there still can't be too many things. Once they exceed the range, they will be out of He Bo's control, flow into the Zhangshui River, and be washed away by the river.

but,

This can also be expanded through subsequent strength improvement.

He Bo just needs to be a little patient.

As for now,

Since he could finally make something "food for people", He Bo had the idea of benefiting both himself and the people -

The last time he ate the beans Xi made for him, he realized that there was no such thing as tofu in the early Warring States Period.

It's just that he had never eaten a proper meal at that time before, and everything could change in his own territory, so for a moment, he forgot about it.

then,

He Bo felt that
How can the world be without the delicious tofu?
Haven't you heard that Wang Ganju once said:
"After eating pickled vegetables and rolling tofu, the emperor is inferior to me?"

　Zhongshan Shouqiu Stone Inscription:
　　The minister in charge of fishing nets, Gongcheng De, was in charge of guarding the hill. He did not dare to visit the virtuous and wise men in the future.

　　Translation meaning:
　　We are Gongcheng De and the old general Man, who fish for the king. We are now guarding the king's tomb.

　　Hello, gentlemen of later generations!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)