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Chapter 100 The Golden Crow's Habitat for the First Bloom of the Sunflower ([-])
As the Mohist who sent the letter on that day spread the news, those villages with Mohist in the depths began to mow the grass, which was faster than the speed at which the army was recruited at this time.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and everyone is not afraid of the heat for their own benefit, and they are working in full swing.

Guiding people with benefit is the foundation of Mohists' work.

Pieces of grass were cut down, dried in the sun according to the requirements of the Mohist, and bundled into bundles, or pulled back by bullock carts to make stacks for rain-proof storage.

How to bundle and how to stack, the Mohist who sent the letter will guide them one by one, and try their best not to get wet and moldy by the rain.

The laborers brought simple meals and did not go back unless it was raining heavily.

The Mohists in each village have learned the art of defending the city from Mozi. The arrangements for defending the city in "Orders" and "Miscellaneous Shou" can also be used for assigning work.

Cooking, water delivery, bundling, drying... According to the understanding of each person's personality, strength, and family members in the village community, making appropriate decisions is necessary for defending the city in the "Command" chapter technology.

These mohists may not be able to guard the city of three miles alone, but they are overqualified for arranging the work of a small village in Qiudian.

This kind of distribution method is unprecedented, and the efficiency is also unprecedented.

The exhaustion of this kind of work is also diluted by the yearning for future life. If it belongs to Li Tianjun and the like, he must marvel at the speed of these lazy farmers' work.

The smell of the felled grass has an indescribable fragrance, permeating the villages outside Peiyi.

When the bonesmith and a group of people were busy tying, they heard a child's cry from a distance. Those busy people stopped their work and set up the awning to watch the children running in the distance.

"What happened?"

Everyone thought that something happened to the village commune, and they were uneasy, thinking that someone's house was on fire?

This is not a trivial matter. Now the roofs are all thatched. Once the fire catches the whole village, it will be over.

Now the Mohists go deep into the village community, gather people in the village community together, and formulate simple self-government laws that the village community can accept and participate in. Anyone whose house catches fire must be held accountable.

Needless to say, the punishment, in the future, may have to pay more for the people in the same team to buy cattle and horses.Everyone was apprehensive, but they forgot the thing they had dreamed about in the pleasure of working and the daily conviction.

After the child ran closer again, he finally heard what the child's wheezing voice said.

"It's blooming! It's blooming! There's a sun set on it!"

Everyone didn't react for a while, and it took a while before someone realized it. They remembered the words that Mo Que in the red robe said a few months ago after snapping his fingers: Jin Wuqi!

The child will not lie, it seems that those plants in the village really attracted some visions?
The bonesmith knew that it was just a flower facing the sun and looking like the sun.But the people in the village community didn't know it. They shouted and excitedly held the bonesmith's hand and asked him to go back to the village community to have a look.

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When the flowers of a village commune bloom, it means that the sunflowers of other village communes have either already bloomed or are about to bloom.

That prophecy is finally about to be fulfilled.

This prophecy has little meaning to the handicraftsmen in Peiyi City.

They don't participate in such sacrifices, and they don't value such sacrifices, but they still have various connections with these Mohists who seldom go deep into Peiyi.

Inkmen are weird.

After they came to Peiyi, they held the decree of Song Gong and Sicheng in their hands, but they did not govern anything.

Tax collection, collection of taxes, inspection of private land, and land reorganization are all ignored, at least for now, let nature take its course.

Even most of the Mohists live in thatched houses outside the city, and do not live in the city, but only occasionally enter the city.

Even if they only entered the city occasionally, as a Mohist organization with many handicraftsmen, they quickly attracted private handicraftsmen in Peiyi in various ways.

When the carpenters saw the wheelbarrow called the ink cart, the double-shafted carriage, and the orange tree installed by the ink collector "Xing Yi" at the edge of the city, they knew that the rumors were true. The seventy-year-old Mo Di was indeed a carpenter. National players, even disciples have such talents.

Not long after this novelty, several Mohists opened a tofu shop and a wheat flour shop in the city, and by the way, taught these skills to others in the city, each occupying a corner without affecting each other.

Later, just like Shangqiu, free ink carts, artisan associations, public wheat flour mills, shops that exchange soybeans for soybean oil...

All sorts of strange things that never existed in Peiyi began to appear in the city, occupying the southwest corner of the city, which gradually changed from a remote place to a place where people from the streets of Peiyi gathered.

Every night, greedy people will come here to exchange money or soybeans for some tofu; those who get good fish will ask for some coriander to cook fish soup; whoever has accumulated wheat will come here to grind it into powder, and follow the Mozhe here Learn how to make food with wheat flour; come to listen to stories in the evening.

Those who participated in the artisan association jointly funded the construction of an oil shop in the southwest corner of the city, which specially hired workers to press soybeans. The oil was not only sold in Peiyi, but sometimes merchants brought it back to Taoyi, Shangqiu, and Pengcheng. and so on.

Originally, it was just a mill for cows and horses wearing blindfolds, but it was replaced by a hydraulic mill by the river not long ago. The amount of wheat flour that was ground every day was more, but there was not so much wheat for the time being.

There are two Mohists who take care of these properties here, and the people in Peiyi think that the tall man with the scar on his face must be the leader.

These two people are very market-like, and it's really okay to do things for others. Whoever has anything can help as long as the other party can do it.

Occasionally someone fights, and these two people will come forward to stop it.Originally, it was just reasoning, but one time the reasoning failed, and the man pinned both of them to the ground and couldn't move.

On very special occasions, these two people would also invite some like-minded people to drink, and what they drank were all good wines that no one in the market had ever seen in their life.Both clear and strong top grade, one cup will get you drunk.

When it comes to big shots, the two are unequivocal.If anyone needs money urgently, as long as they ask clearly, they will never ask for any interest. They seem to be a group of straightforward rangers.

These two people never talked about the sacrifice that shocked Peiyi, as if it had nothing to do with them, but occasionally when someone asked about it, they would tell when the time came.

By July, the Peiyi handicraftsmen who joined the Craftsman Association basically completed this year's military tribute with mutual help and benefits, and heard a lot of stories, and finally someone started to ask something.

For example, what exactly does the Mohist do?

For example, what exactly is the righteousness of Mohists?
For example, can we become Mohists?

For example, can you teach us to write?

After this or that kind of request was asked, the two of them generally would not answer directly, even after drinking, but had to wait until the next day to answer.

Often on the second day, Mohists would come from outside the city to answer or solve these problems.

The person with the scar on his face explained: "This is called... Specialization in surgery. Our people say this, everyone does different things. They answer your doubts better than me and Luo Xiaoli."

After those few inquiries, the stories told at night have gradually become the Tao and righteousness of the Mohist.The person who came to teach held a piece of "silk" that looked weird to the people of Peiyi, and it was full of words. According to the words on it, it was very common and easy to understand, but it always attracted applause from everyone.

In the beginning, it was just some superficial truth.

For example, one day, a man carrying a "grass silk" called "Handout" spoke a word.

right word.

Not the right of power, but the right of balance.

"Zi Mozi said: In the body, the weight of power is called power. Power is not doing what is right, not doing what is wrong, right is also doing right. Cut off fingers to save the wrist, take the most out of the benefits, and harm it. Take the small from the midst. Choose the small from the harm, not to take the harm, but to take the profit. What you take is what people cling to. If you encounter a thief, cut off your fingers to avoid yourself, which is beneficial; if you encounter a thief, you will harm .”

The person in the handout wrote the word "weight" and explained: "Zimozi said that in the things you do, weighing its weight is called 'quan'."

"Quantity is neither right nor wrong."

"Quantity is legitimate, dialectical, and contradictory."

"Cut off the fingers to save the wrist, that is to choose the big from the good and the small from the bad."

"Choosing the small one among the harms is not taking the harm, it is taking the profit."

"When you meet a robber, cutting off your fingers to avoid death is a benefit; when you meet a robber, it is a harm. This kind of benefit and harm are dialectical and relative."

Such a simple truth has caused a sensation in the market. People think about these words of the ink writer, and they feel more and more mysterious.

Right, neither right nor wrong.A simple yet philosophical explanation started the first lesson of Mohist’s handouts, teaching these market people to look at problems dialectically.

These are the original words of Zi Mozi, and Zi Mozi also praised Shi for being the best at understanding this passage, so part of the lecture notes were naturally written by the secretary Shi.This is the simplest law of the unity of opposites.

Starting from this lecture, gradually, these market handicraftsmen began to hear some stories about Mozi's righteousness, travels, and travels in various countries.

On another day, after a Mohist lecturer finished telling a story, these people fell into deep thought.

"Zimozi traveled south to the state of Chu, and the king of Chu didn't want to see him, so he sent Mu He to see him. After hearing Zimozi's proposition, Mu He said: 'Your proposition is indeed good, but you are not a nobleman, I am afraid that princes You will not use it because you are an ordinary person." Zimozi asked back: "If a grass root can cure diseases, the people will be better if they eat it, and the emperor will be better if he eats it. Will the emperor think it is because it is a grass root or because it is a grass root? Do the people eat what they eat and not take it? If this is the case, then the princes and nobles should not collect taxes from the people to brew fine wine to sacrifice to the Emperor of Heaven, because it is not grown by them, but by the people. What the people plant and despise!'”

After this story was told, someone immediately murmured disdainfully: "It's not just that they planted it, isn't it that we, peasants and businessmen, do wine making? If you really dislike us, you can stop eating the food we grow and use our wine. Utensils made, do not drink the wine we brew!"

"that is!"

"There is no harvest, but there is plenty of rice. Why?"

"That's not right! If Mozi's idea is right, we should respect the virtuous and equal."

"Don't you mohists have any talk about paradise? Tell us about it."

Seeing these menacing people in the market, the ink master of the handout put away his grass and said with a smile, "That's all for today, let's talk about it slowly in the future. In a few days, people from the craftsmen's association will come from Shangqiu a few days later." People, they will come to teach you how to make a new farm tool, and then we will talk slowly while working..."

In this way, these Mohists slowly took root among the handicraftsmen in Peiyi. Relying on the oil-pressing workshops and public mills jointly operated by the craftsmen's association and fundraising, they tied everyone up in terms of profit, and slowly began to instill the Mohists. righteousness.

After these craftsmen gradually began to understand the mysterious Mohist, something happened, which quickly spread throughout Peiyi.

One day in early August, when the sunflowers outside Peiyi had already bloomed, two Mohists in Peiyi invited many handicraftsmen to drink.

There wasn't much wine, the dishes were boiled beans with salt, and they were served by a rare female ink artist wearing a strange but lovely white cloth apron.

During the banquet, Luo Xiaoli seemed to have drunk too much, drunk, and said indistinctly: "Look! The Golden Crow will live there. Those witches and blessings should be damned, they are all cheating people's money and adulterous daughters. Wait until the Golden Crow When they live, they have to expose them in front of everyone and let them die in front of everyone... What Zhu Rongxue is, it is a strange poison, those witch Zhu died long ago, they thought they could really..."

(End of this chapter)