warring states careerist

Chapter 94
He also gave instructions for the next few days, and the high-ranking Mohists sitting around here took orders one by one, and each had his own affairs in charge.

The Mohists are not too worried about the chaos that has arisen.

At that time, the local Mohists in Shangqiu will come, the people who transported cattle and horses from the North will return, and the Mohists who have gone deep into the village will also come back, plus the people who moved from that village, when the time comes, the power in the hands of the Mohists will There are more than 300 elite soldiers who can always control the situation.

As Mo Chengzi said, as long as the people trust, the Mohists alone are enough to suppress those witches. The reason why they didn't do anything before was just to have the opportunity to gather people again and preach the righteousness of the Mohists.

This can be regarded as a method learned from those rebellious seniors in the previous life, with a slight modification.

In the era when broadcasting was not popularized, such as World War I, because the princes and nobles of various countries organized the people who had no chance to organize together, those seniors who were proficient in propaganda took this opportunity to spread ideas—— Worry about the slow spread of ideas, but the biggest enemy is anxious to gather millions of people together, which is very convenient.

In the current situation, I am full of confidence, and it can be said that the opportunity is rare.

In Pei Ze, these high-ranking Mohists were discussing the details of the future, and how to kill people to be cruel and joyful.

Outside Peiyi, a group of farmers whose destiny was changed by the Mozhe brought out a brand new landscape.

The one-wheeled ink cart creaked and moved forward. The children who were tired from walking sat on the ink cart. The father and brother pushed behind, and the mother and sister pulled in front. They formed a long line and followed a double-shafted cart. The carriage headed towards the land of hope they dreamed of.

The Land of Hope is not a specific place. In the eyes of these village farmers, the closer they are to the Mohists, the closer they are to Hope.

The Mohists made a response in advance, arranging food and lodging for these dozens of households and hundreds of people along the way, which is also a necessary means for marching and fighting. Fortunately, Mohist Shoucheng is no stranger to this matter.

There was a lot of wheat on the ink cart, or some goods sent from Shangqiu, and even some gold.

Gold and the others have seen two 镒, but not so much, but no one is tempted.

In their view, what Shi said was right, a good life can only be achieved with hands, as long as they arrive in Peiyi, if they can cultivate private land, these people have a lot of strength.

What's more, the matter of Sang Sheng also gave them enough police protection. Once they do something greedy for money, they will always be found out. How can the world be able to accommodate them?

The wheat harvest in May had already brought them enough hope. Wei, who was walking in the front, was still reminiscing about the wheat harvest that day, and all the villages around him who had heard Shi’s lectures came to watch, and they were full of praise. .

Before the appearance of wheat flour, it may not be full of praise. Wheat is just a miscellaneous grain and it is difficult to eat.

After the appearance of the matching wheat flour, the full of praise can no longer describe the shock at that time. Watching the yellow and sunny wheat being crushed out by the mill, smashed out by the flail, washed and sent to the millstone to grind the wheat flour, the village community People who have already believed that the place where the Mozhe is is the place closest to hope.

This migration, they did not have any complaints.

Now the timing of spring sowing has been missed, but the planting of wheat will take a long time. The people in the village community think that there will always be a lot of land by then.

When he was approaching Peiyi, there were Mozhe from a distance to meet him. After counting the gold, he asked these people to follow him to the temporary residence of Mozhe in Peiyi.

It is not within Peiyi, but by a river not far from Peiyi.Some strange crops were planted nearby, and there were also many kinds of wood, which seemed to be doing something.

A few people selected from the village community went to meet the Mohists here after having dinner, and they were received by Liu Zhi and Zao Mi Qi Sui.

Liuzhi was originally a member of the village community, and he knew everyone well, so he would say some things.

"The giant said that there is still some time before planting winter wheat, so let the people in the village live here for the time being. It just so happens that you are asked to do some things. The daily calculation of money can also be counted in the future cattle and horses."

Everyone didn't say anything, and felt that the matter was reasonable, even if they didn't ask Qian Mozhe for a favor, it wouldn't be impossible.

Wei then looked around at the busy Mozhe, and saw a few Mozhe standing barefoot in a sewage pond, fishing for something with bamboo mats and the like.

A mud hut next to it was smoking, and it was a hot day, and I didn't know what it was grilling.

Two inkmen are carrying a stack of wooden frames and drying them in the sun. There is a thin layer of paste on them, which seems to have been fished out of a sewage pond.

Wei Qi said: "Just do this kind of thing? What are you doing?"

Liuzhi said with a smile: "It's the grass that Shi once said. It can seal windows and write without bamboo slips. What Shi means is to ask you to help with this matter for a while, and then settle down after a while. Come down, and go to clear the land, and prepare to sow the seeds."

When everyone heard this, they all thought that the things mentioned in the paradise appeared again. It seems that those days mentioned in the paradise can really be achieved one day.

They were already extremely convinced, but now they saw something they had never seen before after a few months, and the trust in their hearts was even stronger.

After Liuzhi finished speaking, Zaozhu Qisui took a few bamboo slips and organized the crowd into groups.

As early as when these people were on the road, Zao Mi Qisui had been told to prepare for this matter in advance.

Allocating Shiwu and preparing grass and silk books were also under the jurisdiction of the secretary, and the village communes had already selected their own groups for common cattle when they were in Shangqiu.

It is not too troublesome to assign different tasks to each person according to their age, strength, and gender, but it is the first time that Zao Mi Qi Sui has done this kind of thing.

The so-called grass and paper that everyone knows are nothing more than a few processes.

It is not a problem to make some top-grade ones, but to make some dim yellow ones that can make do with writing.

Women and children can do tasks like drying. It doesn't require much effort, but it requires long-term patience.

And things like beating and foaming require enough strength.

There is no time to make hydraulic pestles and mortars, and these ink practitioners just made a few first to try.

As for things such as boiling, pressing water, and peeling off paper, some people need to do it full-time, so as to continuously improve the technical level.

These processes are all written on the bamboo slips, the characters are simple, and everyone who makes bamboo strips can recognize them.

The proportion of manpower required for each process is written in terms of hundreds of people, and the strength and fatigue required for each process are also different. What you need to do to make Qisui is to fill these people into the process on the bamboo slips.

These people are all villagers who believe in Mohism, and they don't have any complaints about the distribution. They also explain the differences between the various processes to divide the money they get every month, and they don't have any opinions.

Making Qisui bamboo strips was thought to be a very troublesome task, but it was completed after a long time, and he sighed in his heart that he had already prepared for it.

I don't need to tell all the villagers what I have explained. I only need to communicate with those people selected by mutual aid farming to pass it on.

The process flow was written in advance, and the required manpower was roughly calculated, including logistics and cooking. It can be said that as long as there is someone, it can be filled according to the bamboo slips.

For the time being, the whole process will not require too many people, because there is not much soaking material before, and the number of cutting bamboo, peeling bark, and collecting straw is not enough. If you think ahead, you can assign people to do these things first.

After busying with these things, the woman who was selected to cook went to prepare the meals first, and Zao Mi Qisui finally couldn't hold back her mouth that had never opened.

"You guys came at the right time. This grass silk is very complicated to make and takes a long time. It has to be soaked and boiled, and it also needs to be dried and pressed in water. More than a month has been busy with the previous work, and today is just about to reveal it. Caobo, you might as well take a look."

"I don't know if it can be done. Shiya said that it may not be successful at the first time, but if it can be done, that would be great. I can already imagine what this grass looks like. It is really good for writing. I will There is no need to split bamboo anymore..."

The method of making paper is not kept secret.Since there is no mention of secrecy, it can be said casually that what is to be kept secret is printing, so as to monopolize the dissemination of information.

In the early days, they could make paper for their own use. In the later period, they wished that all countries were making paper, and it could be sold like wheat flour to spread the reputation of the Mohists. It also made paper a commodity.

Once everyone gathers, they can make some luxury goods and monopoly goods to make a profit, instead of spending their minds on papermaking that wastes manpower.

If others can't make it, the price won't be low.The lower the better.

As long as the monopoly of printing is in hand, let those schools of thought copy by hand, and they will definitely not be able to get rid of the overwhelming printing propaganda of inkmen.

Furthermore, Shi also really wants to know what the schools of thought of people like Yang Zhu and Liezi are. With the paper, I think these people will write more content, and they don’t have to make small talk to save space on the bamboo slips.The descendants of the Yang Zhu School only appear in the background of some articles, and those "rebellious" thoughts have long since disappeared, so Shi is really curious.

Although Zao Mi Qisui didn't know Shi's thoughts, he knew that the secretary Shi didn't say that this matter was kept secret, which meant that this matter could be seen by anyone.

Now the ink practitioners here already know the process, the feeling of excitement is only at the last moment to see if the paper-exposing is successful, Zuo Miao Qi Sui very much hopes that these people can share their excitement.

Everyone was also very curious. They followed Zao Mi Qisui to the smoldering earthen house, and they felt hot as soon as they entered.

Simple adobe bricks built a wall in the middle where a fire could be lit, and two ink practitioners were carefully pasting some wet paper on the wall with two small copper tweezers and spreading it out.

In the innermost place, dry paper is pasted all over the wall, and Xiao Sheng, who is usually taciturn and thoughtful, is tearing it down carefully with his hands.

Everyone present held their breath, wanting to witness this moment, for fear that Xiaosheng would tear this piece of grass into pieces.

(End of this chapter)