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Chapter 15 Mo Chu admits defeat
There is a room in the examination room of the Shaofu, where there are many equipment parts everywhere. Inside the room, Mo Chu faced the plow in front of him with a smile in his eyes.

Mo Chu has improved the plow tool in front of him three or four times, which can be called ingenious. Mo Chu himself feels that this tool is already perfect and cannot be further improved.

Relying on this plow tool, after three days, victory is no problem.

Mo Chu opened the box, and there were ninety gold cakes neatly placed inside. As long as he won another ten golds, he would be able to collect a hundred golds.

The disciples of the Mohist school usually have no money left, so it is not easy for Mo Chu to collect the ninety gold, and even some of his proudest works have to be sold in order to make up for it.

If it wasn't for meeting those two wandering scholars this afternoon, it would be really difficult to collect the hundred gold.

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On the day of the competition, many ordinary people gathered in Yunyangli, Chang'an Township, wanting to see the excitement.

The sun was shining brightly, and people were chatting under the trees.

"Have you heard? Today is a competition between two scholars in Xianyang City and Mo Chu, a disciple of the Mohist school..."

The person at the beginning, under everyone's inquiry, explained the process of the agreement between Fusu and Mo Chu that day with joy.

"...The scholars in the city can only plow seventy percent of the land in half a day, how can they compare with Mo Chuxiang?"

"I heard that Mo Chu improved a new farm tool two days ago. Could it be that he will win today with this?"

While speaking, Mo Chu came over with his improved plow tool, which brought the discussion of the crowd to a new climax again.

Seeing the plow tools behind Mo Chu, the crowd's confidence in Mo Chu's victory grew even stronger.

Old Zhang Yang shook his head slightly when he saw this scene, and muttered: "The young man is reckless after all, he can't bear to be wronged, and lost ten gold for no reason."

For Fusu, Yang still has a good impression of him. Although the young man is not very good at work, he is still humble and polite after all.

Losing ten gold pieces made Yang feel guilty.

Mo Chu sat quietly under the tree and waited without saying a word, and the crowd gradually became a little impatient after waiting for a short time.

A good show is just around the corner, but the other protagonist in it has not arrived for a long time, which inevitably makes people daydream.

"Could it be that the young man knew that he would lose, so he didn't come?"

"There is some truth in what you say. If you lose, ten gold is small. If you lose face, you can't get it back no matter what you do."

Suddenly, the crowd quieted down, and Fusu walked in front of them, behind him was also a plow stick.

Seeing the plow stick behind Fusu, Mo Chu's eyes flashed brightly. He pushed aside the crowd, walked up to the plow tool, and stroked and observed it carefully.

The beautiful curve of the plow shaft and the rhombus-shaped plowshare are well-balanced from front to back and left to right, giving people a sense of stability and stability. The iron plowshare below, Mo Chu judged by his own intuition, can easily turn over the clods of soil. , you can push the turned over clod to one side...

In an instant, Mo Chu understood that he had lost this competition!

There is no need for a competition, Fusu's Quyuanli truly explained what ingenuity is. Compared with this Quyuanli, the plow made by myself is just an item that can be eliminated. Rubbish.

The crowd noticed Mo Chu's strangeness, and they all shut their mouths tightly. The sun continued to shine, and people felt that the air on this land was extremely oppressive, making them breathless.

After a long time, Mo Chu stood up, faced the crowd, and said solemnly, "I admit defeat in this competition."

The crowd was in an uproar, and no one thought that Mo Chu would simply admit defeat after seeing the opponent's plow tools.

Among the crowd, a man in black was quietly watching the development of the whole matter. This result also caught him by surprise.I thought that after the two sides competed, the result would be produced, but I didn't expect...

However, this is in line with the method taught by the immortal.

In an instant, Ying Zheng guessed that such a plow, Fusu, was finally made according to the instructions of the immortal.

However, Ying Zheng is more concerned about how Fusu will end up next.

Mo Chu looked at Fusu, pulled out the short sword that was worn at his waist, and said, "The Mo family promises, but they must do it. Since I have an appointment with you, Mo Chu will never live in this world."

After finishing speaking, Mo Chu closed his eyes, and stabbed his short sword towards his abdomen.

The crowd turned pale with fright, and many even closed their eyes in fear.

Suddenly, Mo Chu felt a strong force preventing the dagger from piercing his abdomen, and hurriedly opened his eyes to see that Fusu's left hand was firmly holding the front end of the dagger, the sharp blade cut Fusu's palm, and blood flowed down the dagger The sword slid down and dripped to the ground.

"Mohist disciples, live hard and die hard, and go to the dangers of the world. Did you die like this?"

"I've heard that everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. There are great sages and great abilities in the public. Given time, the top will be able to help the king and assist the country, and the bottom will be able to benefit the people of the world."

"Mozi said: Promoting the great benefits of the world and eliminating the great harms of the world. Although the people of the world today have been freed from the suffering of swords and soldiers, their lives are still in poverty.

Seeing the struggling look in Mo Chu's eyes, Fu Su stepped forward, stared into Mo Chu's eyes, and said: "In the past, there were endless wars and disasters in the world. Today, you want to die because of a trivial matter, have you forgotten the teachings of Mozi and your ancestors?"

Mo Chu couldn't help crying when he thought of the sages of the Mohists in the past dynasties.They died in the wilderness, and they died quickly, but they were happy.Just because they firmly believe that everything they do is for the righteousness of the world and for the people of the world.

And what about myself?But for a trivial matter, he actually gambled with his life, how could he face a master who treated him like his own son?How can I face the Mohist sages under the Nine Springs?

"Mo Chu, look at these people, look in their eyes, if you die, what will they do?" Mo Chu followed Fusu's fingers and looked at the ragged crowd. He looked at Mo Chu expectantly.

"I have already burned the deed. If you insist on committing suicide, I can't stop you. But, think about the sages of the Mohists, your master's teachings, and these common people."

"If you figure it out, you can come and find me at Shang Jun's old house."

"That's all for now, goodbye."

Mo Chu looked at Fusu in despair, Fusu left him only a small back.

But in Mo Chu's heart, it is indelible!

Among the Mohists, he can be regarded as the proud son of heaven. His master treats him like a parent and son, and he is taught everything he has learned throughout his life, and he has lived up to expectations, showing outstanding abilities.

But this also developed some arrogant temperament.

And everything that happened today was like a blow to the head...

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