warring states careerist

Chapter 1
"If you know that the thing outside the window is white, and you hear that the color inside the house is the same as the thing outside the window, you can deduce that the color inside the house must be white. Knowing. The so-called knowing is to use the known to introduce the unknown. Do you understand?"

In Shangqiu, the capital city of the Song Dynasty, under a juniper tree between the city walls, the concise and logically beautiful words were spoken with the hoarse and old vocal cords unique to the elderly.

The old man was wearing a brown blouse, his head was bald, and there were some gray hairs in front of his temples.

Although the old man was old, his back was still straight, and even the scars of years, which the world could not match, could not make him bend over.

Under the brown blouse, there is no longer the tough and robust shell that can travel thousands of miles without sleep for the righteousness in his heart, but his heart has not changed.

The heart has not changed, the body is naturally straight and unyielding, the eyes are still bright, and the words in the mouth are as concise and flawless as when they were young.

Under the tree, more than 30 young men in short brown clothes knelt and sat on the ground, listening to the words of the husband, either frowning or scratching their heads in puzzlement.

After some time, a young man finally patted his thigh heavily, showing a look of sudden realization.

Looking up at the gray-faced gentleman under the tree, the respect in his eyes grew stronger.

The sound of the young man slapping his thigh was extremely crisp, like a thunderstorm in spring, which brought about the continuous summer thunder, and the rest of the young people gradually understood, nodding and clapping their hands together.

It is not only to praise this gentleman who stopped Chu from attacking Song, but also to rejoice that I can hear such worldly truths:
So simple, yet so tight.

Even the juniper tree that has been standing for an unknown number of years, and may have even seen the great era of Fengming, Ming, Zhou, and feudalism, was blown by the wind and made a salsa sound.

The tree seemed to understand it, and the whirling leaves blocked the noon sun for a shade to give back to the old man under the tree.

The gust of wind blew, and among the more than 30 young people kneeling on the ground, only one person still had a pensive look on his face, and he didn't seem to understand.

Except for him, more than [-] people have already understood it, but he is the only one who is still chanting with his head down, which is unavoidably a little bit sad.

However, the heart is hidden in the body, covered by a shell that can be hidden.What the people around thought he was thinking about might not be what he was really thinking about now.

In fact, when the gentleman under the tree finished speaking this sentence, he already knew the answer. This is a simple logic in his opinion, so of course he lowered his head to think about this matter.

The name of the young man is Shi, the one who is suitable, the one who cuts his feet and fits his shoes.

The reason for choosing such a name is because the family is a shoemaker's family. Besides making shoes, the father said the most is to ask the guests if the boots are suitable, so he gave his son such a name.

As for the surname, this was an era when princes and generals really had a kind, and the surname was too remote and extravagant for a family that made a living as a shoemaker.

Before that, those who could leave a mark in the history books were either rich or noble.

It's just that under some kind of chance, Shi's ancestors can also be regarded as characters left in the history books.

Leave a sum, not necessarily a name.

It just left traces and became a supporting role in the story.

This story is called Zihan worrying about neighbors. Shi’s grandfather worked as a shoemaker in Shangqiu back then, and his family was neighbors with Zihan, which affected the walls of Zihan’s house.

Sicheng is Sikong. In order to avoid the taboo of Sikong, son of Song Wu, it was changed to Sicheng. Zihan is also a surname of Zi.

Because of the problem with the wall, Zihan wanted to demolish it forcibly and let him move away. Shi’s grandfather said that if you demolished those who asked me to make shoes, they would not be able to find me, and if they could not find me, they would not be able to find me to make shoes for them. You can't eat if you make shoes for them.

So Zihan left a good name through the ages. As for who is said to be his neighbor, later generations only know that he is a cobbler who made shoes.

Zihan is long gone now, but the wall is still there, and every time someone passes by, they will point out a thing or two about Zihan's virtues back then.

The shoemakers outside the wall are still living as their fathers; the neighbors inside the wall are dead, but the descendants will eventually have people like Le Yi, Le Yangzi, and Le Chen Gong. almost the era.

A family of shoemakers.

Song Guocheng native.

No surname is mean.

This is the current identity.

Only one level higher than slaves, son-in-law, etc., hereditary handicraftsmen.

At this moment, it seemed that he was bowing his head and contemplating the logical reasoning words spoken by the old man. In fact, he was constantly thinking about it in his mind, and even found a surname for himself.

"I'm so stupid, really. My surname should be Ye, Ye Gong loves dragons! Yes, I do often sit in front of the computer and talk about the past and the present, blowing water with others, and talking about time-traveling kings and bullies. But that's because I know that time-traveling This kind of thing is impossible, so I like to talk about it... If you know that you have really traveled to the Spring and Autumn and Warring States, your grandson will talk about time travel..."

"Yes... I admire the kind temperament of the princes and generals of the country. I tend to sympathize with the working people because I am myself. But I only heard that hanging street lamps should be according to the direction, but I haven't heard that crossing is still according to the direction. Tend to arrange an identity? If I knew that I would travel to the Spring and Autumn and Warring States to become a commoner, I would have shouted that the nobles of blood have abundant martial arts..."

There is a small package in his arms, which further confirms the authenticity of his thoughts and the cruelty of reality.

The bag in his arms did not belong to the world under the juniper tree, and it was his only connection with the previous world.

Before the time travel, he was just chatting with people on a certain forum. Someone asked him what he should take if he could only take one kilogram of things in ancient times.

This is a fantasy game he often played on various blowing water forums before he traveled. He replied without thinking, "Of course it is a kilogram of seeds. Plant a grain of millet in the spring and harvest ten thousand seeds in the autumn. This is the only one that can increase exponentially." Items. Especially if you travel to the early Warring States period, with the promotion of ridge farming and papermaking and printing technology, you can speed up the disintegration of the aristocratic etiquette system and knowledge monopoly..."

Who would have thought that yesterday he was still pointing out Jiangshan's passionate words, but today he really had an extra kilogram of seeds in his arms and became a surnameless and mean person through time travel.

The seeds in the package include one or two pieces of sweet potatoes and potatoes, corn kernels, cotton seeds, peas, peppers, sorghum, carrots, etc.

At this time, it is still too early for Zhang Qian to go to the Western Regions, let alone the more distant voyage around the world. Not to mention corn and cotton, even sorghum, cucumber, coriander, and garlic are still missing. This kilogram of seeds can indeed have the power to move the world when used well. .

But the problem is that now he finds that his time travel is simply hell difficulty.

My family is a shoemaker's family and has no land. They belong to handicraftsmen and their status is extremely low. In this era, there are almost no promotion channels, not even the lowest rank of noble corporals.

I don't even have a surname. It can be seen that there is no one in my family who has a fief in the past 400 years. In this era when the father is an aristocrat and the son has a surname, it is foolish to want to be famous.Cao GUI was able to argue because he was a native of the country who could talk about state affairs and belonged to a class above him. This was a very difficult cross-border identity gap. Counting up to a dozen generations, he might be a real relative of some monarchs and nobles.

Looking back at my ancestors, I could only shed tears.

Moreover, the material living standard at this time is too low, the so-called: shock!The monarch of a superpower fell into the toilet and drowned. His last wish was to eat a new bowl of boiled wheat... This is a true portrayal of the monarch's life more than a hundred years ago.

The king is still like this, let alone the common people.

As for the gentleman who was giving lectures under the juniper tree, I have already understood who the gentleman opposite me was after the lecture on logic just now.

Touching the bag of seeds in his bosom, looking at the old gentleman with gray temples and a handsome face under the tree, he laughed at himself but said helplessly: "Mr. Mo Di, you are a representative of small handicraftsmen. Seeds will definitely accelerate the birth of farmers and emerging landlords. In such an era of feudalism and lineage, the combination of these two professions sounds like a sense of mission...but in fact it is a little careless It is the fate of ten thousand arrows piercing the heart and five horses torn corpses."

As Kong Zhongni started his private school more than a hundred years ago, people's wisdom in the bamboo slip era gradually developed, and more and more nobles began to feel fear.

The fear is that they subconsciously know that their status and wealth are not necessarily related to their own qualities and abilities.

When this fear is reflected in reality, it is the extreme madness of the counterattack.

Shi of humble origin can only shudder while being shocked by his situation.Thinking about how Wu Qi, Shang Yang and others died, I can only feel cold all over.

When he was still shocked by his own situation, the voice of the old man under the tree sounded again, interrupting his wild thoughts.

"Don't you understand the reason for it?"

Shi Shi raised her head, and found that the husband was staring at herself and asked that sentence, and felt a little nervous.

The thoughts in my mind changed hundreds of times in an instant, and I made a quick decision.

The gentleman in front of me is the key to my ability to live in this troubled world and change some things.

You can have broken thoughts before, but after all, the three views have been formed. After you laugh at yourself, you can only accept the facts and follow your own mind.

You must let the gentleman in front of you remember yourself as a step forward, otherwise, with your current status, any thoughts are delusions.

Obviously, my previous dazed state would not leave a good impression on this gentleman.

Although I don't know what year it is, but Shi is very aware of the energy of the old man under the tree, who is called "Mozi" by later generations, and can even directly recommend outstanding disciples under his sect to become officials.

Shi Cong also knew clearly from his memory that he was not a real Mohist at all, let alone Mozi's direct disciple, but just an ordinary person who occasionally listened to Mozi's lectures under the tree.

A few days ago, Mozi was seriously ill and recuperated in Shangqiu. After recovering from his illness, he gave lectures under the tree at will. There were many listeners, but these young people under the tree still had a long way to go before becoming a true Mohist.

I know that the Mozhe is not a mysterious sect with unparalleled mechanism skills, but a well-disciplined secret organization with some mysticism. If I insist on comparing it, it is like a brotherhood or a non-feudal Knights Templar.

Before each Mohist patriarch dies, the next patriarch must be appointed. After the public election, the Mohist must obey the orders of the elected patriarch, so that he will die without hesitation.

Every official Mohist should donate part of his income to the organization, and the money should be used to carry out "the righteousness of the world", especially for those who have been recommended as officials.

In the eyes of every formal Mohist, the Mohism’s organizational discipline is higher than the national law. In the era when the king’s word was the national law, if the son of Qin Mo’s giant murdered someone, even if the King Qin pardoned him, he must be killed according to the organizational discipline and severely punished.

Conversely, we can also know that the Mohists are so powerful that they can infiltrate the grassroots official system of the Qin State in the later period. If something happens, the king of Qin, who needs to reform and centralize his power, will personally intervene and intercede, and dare not act rashly.

After becoming a Mohist, one has to regularly participate in the activities of offering sacrifices to ghosts and gods. You must believe that there are gods above your head, and you must believe in the theory of ghosts and gods. Feelings, discussing the ideas of the Mohist school...but at the same time as schizophrenic believe in the will of ghosts and gods, and at the same time do not believe in such sayings as "destiny" and "destiny".

Mohists must achieve synonymousness from top to bottom, and the selected giants are the standard of "righteousness".

In the era when the patriarchal aristocracy was the mainstream, extreme thoughts such as "electing the emperor" and "the legitimacy of the king's power comes from the contract signed with the subjects" can be shouted everywhere, but they have not been culled. Obviously there is a transnational armed group behind them .As long as they are armed, they will never be silly and sweet, let alone a loose alliance of rangers.

As for the kind-hearted and naive "Fei Gong", what is hidden behind it is that it is called "Zhu" to punish the king of innocence.The Mohists want to oppose unjust attacks, but when it comes to things like Zhu Wudao, they have to jump out at the first time, shouting that this is not an attack but a word game of punishment.

It is attack, it is punishment... For the Mohists, who are synonymous from top to bottom, it is actually a sentence from the giant who holds the final interpretation power.If the giant says you are attacking you, you are attacking, if you say you are punishing you, you are punishing, if you say you are doing the world's righteousness and unifying the troubled world, then it is doing the world's righteousness.

As for the prohibition of burial after death, the prohibition of coveting enjoyment during life, the prohibition of indulging in sensuality, the need to love the world at the same time, and the need to practice the righteousness of the Mohists, the list goes on and on.

But at this moment, Shi didn't think about so many things like right and wrong, historical limitations and so on.

He can't do it, and he doesn't necessarily agree with it all.

But he knew that if he didn't seize this opportunity, he would be at the bottom of this era when common people's lives were as cheap as grass.

At this moment, all he thinks about is... to find a way to sneak into the team of Mohists. Only in this way can he have the opportunity to realize his various ambitions, the only opportunity that can be inferred from his background at this time.

It doesn't matter whether you believe in the theory of Mohism or not.

People can pretend, anyway, before Mozi passed away, he could pretend to be a good student, even Mozi's most staunch supporter and most obedient student.

Shi quietly raised his head and glanced at Mozi, and said to himself, "Anyway, sir, you are already old...you can't win time, but I am still young. As long as you can sneak into the team and gain a firm foothold, after you die, how will you know "" What will the Mojing be changed into?"

(End of this chapter)