Datang male nanny

Chapter 46
Emperor Wu dismissed all schools of thought and only respected Confucianism. Mohism was constantly suppressed and gradually lost its realistic foundation. Mohist thought gradually became extinct in China.

It wasn't until the end of the Dazizi Dynasty that scholars dug up Mohism from the pile of old papers, and suddenly discovered that its progressiveness far surpassed the so-called Western learning of human nature, freedom, and fairness that they adored foreigners and learned, and promoted the benefits of the world and eliminated the harm of the world. Warm, black and white, especially arduous practice, short brown clothes, soup of gooseberries and weeds, if you get it in the morning, you will get it in the evening, rub the top and put your heels, benefit the world, and do it for it.

Ni Tu hated the movement to depose a hundred schools of thought by killing Mohist disciples.If not, Huaxia would not have experienced so many inhuman catastrophes in the future.

Thinking of this, Ni Tu bent down and subdued the three people who were curled up on the ground one by one.

"Jia Er, go show them the disease doctor!"

"Here!"

"No need! Thank you Wen Linlang for your kindness. Let's just bear with it for a while."

Seeing them suffering so much, but shutting up and enduring their grievances, Ni Tu suddenly hated his eldest grandson Run who didn't cherish the soldiers.

"Well, you eldest grandson Run, I can't get around you!"

"Changsun Run, what will happen if you lose?" Ni Tu weighed the whip in his hand and sneered at Changsun Run.

Changsun Run broke away from Cheng Zheng's big hand, adjusted his clothes, and replied angrily: "I only said that if I win, you will give me Shangguan Wan'er, and you didn't say what will happen if I lose."

"Really?" Ni Tu winked at Jia Er in disbelief.

Jia Er then took over the gambling agreement signed by Cheng Zheng and Changsun Run at that time.

Sure enough, Ni Tu only saw Changsun Run's restraint on this side, but not on his other side, so he gave Cheng Zheng an annoyed look.

Cheng Zheng knew that he had caused a catastrophe and made Ni Tu unhappy, so he quickly stuck out his tongue and turned his head away.

Ni Tu stretched out his hand.

Jia Er smiled at those eyebrows, and hurriedly handed over a brush.

Ni Tu quickly clicked on the betting agreement: "Here! Isn't there a sentence after this, the loser will be whipped!"

"What! You...you wrote it just now!"

"It was indeed written by me, but there is your own autograph underneath, you can't play tricks! If you break you and I hit the Jinluan Hall of Tai Chi Palace, you can only admit defeat."

"You...you bully!" Changsun Run broke down completely and wailed loudly.

"However, you are lucky. The whip in my hand is a royal whip personally rewarded by His Majesty. It is called Shangfang Baobian. It can beat powerful and powerful princes, and it can beat corrupt officials and bully villains."

Ni Tu rolled up his sleeves and was about to fight.

Changsun Run's servants gave up and yelled: "You should touch a hair of my young master, and let you die!"

As soon as the man roared, the people beside him immediately unsheathed their swords.

Jia Er was not a vegetarian either, he said "Come on!" Hundreds of soldiers directly surrounded these servants with spears.

They could only curl up together, facing the soldiers holding spears all around.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Cheng Zheng was a little excited. First, he was so angry that Changsun Run came here, and second, he was agitated, and third, he was worried that the two sides would be at war, and the eldest grandson's family would definitely ask for punishment afterwards.

Thinking of this, Cheng Zheng's chest was throbbing violently, and sweat was streaming down his face.

The first little excitement, the first little luck.

Fortunately, there is Jia Er by his side.

Jia Er followed Cheng Yaojin to travel all over the world and fight in all directions for many years. The sword in his hand killed more opponents than the chickens slaughtered in these years. He was not surprised by this posture.

"Looking at these dogs, I, Ni Tu, will do justice for the heavens today!"

As soon as Ni Tu uttered the words "Practice justice for the sky", the six original reviewers suddenly became emotional.

"Okay, we have insisted on justice for so many years, and we have used so many words to sum it up. It is not as high as the words that Wen Linlang uttered casually! Doing justice for the sky implies universal love, non-aggression, and integrity. Use, enlighten ghosts, will of heaven, and justice. It is really the gospel of my Mohist school! This man can be called a great son of my Mohist school."

These words, only in their whispers, if they were heard by Ni Tu, he would be extremely ashamed and humble at first, "Ashamed! Ashamed!" Then he would break out in cold sweat, "Big son of the Mo family? You guys should rest for a while. I was a little deaf just now, and I need a good night's sleep."

After all, Cheng Zheng made his final decision, raised his hand forward, and two soldiers rushed out from behind, directly pulled off Chang Sun Run's clothes, and tied his hands to a pillar.

"Snapped!"

"This whip beats you to treat people as people! Fubing is a person! The servant is also a person!"

"Snapped!"

"This whip hits you for disrespecting women! Can Shangguan Wan'er be described as 'letting go'? She is a person, not an object! If you like him, you can pursue her. How can you know her like this?" Utensils, if you love them, you will collect them, if you hate them, you will discard them.”

"Snapped!"

"This whip hits you for bullying my elder brother! You can bully anyone, but you can't bully the Cheng family!"

……

Fortunately, Cheng Yaojin sent someone over in time to convey his meaning to Jia Er, and the fight came to an end.

The beaten and dying eldest Sun Run was carried into the carriage by the weeping servants and fled in a hurry.

The three Mohist disciples who came with Changsun Run bowed down to Ni Tu in unison: "The Mohist disciples are willing to swear to die to follow Wen Linlang."

"This..." Ni Tu hesitated.

"It's a dead end for us to go back. If it's under the fence of a villain, it's better to choose to see our righteous general!"

One person hastily explained.

Cheng Zheng was also puzzled, worried that this was a secret work left by Zhang Sunrun on purpose. "Aren't you afraid that this small-bodied person like him will deal with your family?"

"My Mohist disciples are all orphans taken in by Juzi back then. Where can we find our family?"

"All three of you?"

The other three soldiers who were originally standing beside Jia Er also knelt down together: "All six of us are waiting."

"We are both Mohist disciples and brothers who grew up together."

Ni Tu hurriedly asked: "Like you Mohist disciples, how many are there in our camp?"

Ni Tu took the opportunity to find out their details.

"Mohist disciples are scarce. Besides our six brothers, there are two beside Yu Chigong, and the rest are scattered all over the world in our Great Tang Dynasty."

Ni Tu looked at their sincerity and nodded.

"It's not impossible to take you in, but I can't take you as servants. You are all people with unique skills, but also people with great ambitions. You should not condescend to servants, but should join the army, serve the court, and seize Achievements, worship as a general. Only when one's own strength is hardened, will he not be dependent on others and be bullied."

"I'm willing to obey Master Wen Linlang!" The six people's eyes turned rosy when they heard Ni Tu's words from the bottom of their hearts.

"Hey, good, my brother has a servant! However, he is now Bai Ding, how about this, I, Cheng Zheng, will accept it for him first! Jia Er, take them to register."

"Here!"

(End of this chapter)