warring states careerist

Chapter 36
In Shangqiu City, in a shoemaker's shop.

Lu Hua claimed to be the Mohist and behaved like a man, and Mozi instantly understood who this person was.

Qin Huali told him about the woman's practice of medicine and preaching. Although Mozi has heard many people who call themselves Mohists, they are only three or four.

Child Mozhe, woman Mozhe... This world has never happened before, so naturally you can know it by pushing it.

There are priorities and priorities.

After Lu Hua roughly explained the situation in the village, Qin Huali was stunned. He glanced at Mo Zi and found that Mo Zi was also surprised.

An expression called astonishment is evoked when something unexpected happens.

Nowadays, weird things happen one after another in the world. How dare a little nobleman with dozens of people go to grab Mo Zhe's things?

Although it is said that the person who is suitable for this ink is a self-proclaimed one, but after all, it is considered an imperial appointment.

Qin Huali thought to himself, what kind of world is this?Dare to steal things from our Mo family?This is really a mess.

That Mo jade is the jade treasure of my Mo family, even Song Gong would not dare to snatch it from my Mo family.

If you give it to him, he can ask for it, but if you don't give it to him, he won't dare to think about it. This man is very courageous.

Just after Lu Hua finished speaking, a person walked in from outside the house, first saluted the owner and his wife, and then called Mo Zi, Mr.

This man was extremely tall, nine feet in length, with a full face, standing in the room like a mountain was pressed down, his whole body was bulging.

There is a scar on his face, from the ear to the corner of the mouth, and he smiled when he saluted, but it was a little creepy.

The person who came was none other than Mozi's No. 30 seven disciples, the one who criticized the "warrior" Luo Huali with a wooden stick.

In the past few days, when he heard Qin Huali talking about the man who was not a Mohist but practiced the meaning of Mohist, he had long been close to him, and was also curious about the grains described by other Mohists from Chu.

After asking about the situation, Gong Zaoye asked, "Sir?"

Without asking too much, the word "Mr." has infinite meanings.

Mozi nodded and said, "37, you're fast, go first. I'll be there soon. We've been quiet all these years, and I'm afraid some people have forgotten that not everyone would dare to snatch our things."

Gong Zaoye nodded, without saying much, he put his sword on his back, and walked away with Lu Hua.

Inside the house, Qin Huali said: "Sir, do you want to go too? For such a small matter, I will go, and you don't need to come forward. There are three or fifty people, at most no more than a small sergeant. In fact, it is enough for Gong Zaoye to go alone."

Mozi also knew that this matter might be considered a big event to that village, but to the entire Mohist organization, this matter was really just a small matter as thick as twine.

It’s just that the Mohists had their own considerations, and said with a smile: “I thought about going to see this man in a few days, but now I have time, so I just go. Since he said that those things are the treasures of my Mohist family to save the world, I am a giant. Wouldn't it be disappointing to protect the treasures of the Mo family?"

"Then let's go?"

"No rush. These things, as well as those things in "Land of Paradise" you mentioned, I think this book must have a deep meaning. People must remember that the things of my Mo family are not so easy to grab, otherwise what will happen in the future? What to do? Li, look at the chickens and ducks crawling all over the ground, and people kill them at every turn; the poisonous snakes are circling around, but few people easily catch them. Why do you think this is?"

Qin Huali immediately understood what Mo Zi meant, smiled and said nothing, just smiling without answering was already an answer.

Mozi thought it was ridiculous. Since he was 30 years old, no one dared to snatch what Mozi guarded since he was [-] years old.

In the past few years, he didn't do any big things, and he restrained those knight-errant figures among the disciples, and now some people have forgotten that Mo Zhe has blood on his hands.

There may be another matter of defending the city soon, just take advantage of this time to awaken some people's seemingly forgotten memories, and it will also be convenient for deterring some people at that time.

"Li, call someone."

Hearing this, Qin Huali nodded and exited, a moment later a sharp wooden whistle resounded through the street, and three or five people in short brown ran wildly and disappeared into the street.

Outside the house, a huge wooden kite made by Mozi and Gongshu Ban flew into the sky, with a small whistle tied to its tail, which made a whining sound when it was blown by the wind.

……

On the street, a person is selling some pottery in the market, the price is low, but the quality is good.

A few people were negotiating the price, but this person seemed to have heard something, looked at the distant sky, and then said: "I have something to do today, and I will take it for myself. Come here at this time tomorrow and give me the money."

After speaking, he got up and rushed towards his home to get his dagger.

……

In the city, a few people are cooking in a house in clay pots. They come from all over the world, from Southern Chu to Eastern Qi, talking to each other about their experiences.

Suddenly a person ran in and said a few words.

These people immediately put aside the half-cooked rice in the clay pot, got up with their swords, and followed the person who sent the message.

The remaining four people in the house ran to different places and told each other after these people left.

……

Among the city walls, a person is counting how much corn is left in his house.

Beside his ears was his wife's nagging, and there was some resentment from his girlfriend who hadn't seen him for a long time. He just listened, with a flattering smile on his face.

Just as he was about to be gentle, he suddenly heard a whistle outside. He stretched out his rough hand from his wife's arms, and took out a small crossbow from the straw with his backhand.

"I'm going to do something, and I'll be back in a moment."

Push the door out without hesitation.

……

After the kite was lifted and the whistle sounded, within two moments, more than 200 Mohists from all over the Shangqiu city gathered under the juniper tree where Mozi gave lectures, separated from the left and right, and lined up.

Mozi stood with his sword in hand, counted on his fingers, and when everyone was ready, he only said one word.

"Walk."

All the Mozi were silent, followed behind Mozi, and walked along the road.

There is no direction to walk, just follow Mozi, and there is a sea of ​​fire in front of Goring, and he doesn't stop and turn his heels.

Before the team, the two went ahead a hundred feet away, telling everyone in Shangqiu city that there was no military disaster defending the city, so they don't need to worry.

After the team, seven people took Mo Zhe's seal and went to the official office of the Six Ministers' Mansion without any hindrance, only saying that Mo Zhe's martial arts performance was not a big deal.

Even so, the nobles in Shangqiu City were still panicked. After the messengers left, they asked one after another, what happened to make the Mohists come out in droves?

Dai, Ling, Huang and others sighed as they watched the Mohists marching silently.

If you have such a force in your hands, who will abide by the covenant of the three clans of the Song Dynasty?
It is a pity that the people of faith in the world have their treasure as righteousness, and it is difficult to gather such people without righteousness.

The Zhu family has no shortage of acres of land, but lacks righteousness.

……

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Between villages.

Gongsun Ze sat on his knees with a horizontal sword, still reflecting on the idea of ​​saving himself when he saw someone who was not worthy, and got quite a lot, his broken sleeve moved with the wind.

Six fingers were no longer beaten, but were still tied to the tree, and the voice of inquiry became more and more severe.

He guarded the morality of his choice, endured the pain he should bear, his eyes looked into the distance, and the corner of his mouth was smiling.

A mile away, Shi had already seen the situation here, and knew that something must have happened.

With a whistle, all the villagers who went with him to carry the stones picked up the wooden poles on the bullock cart and unloaded the stones from the bullock cart.

It is suitable to ride in an ox cart, and the people behind him follow, just like following a four-horse chariot when performing martial arts.

He was driving the cattle, feeling extremely uneasy.

Although I don't know what happened, it must have happened.

According to his thinking, unless he was a real gentleman like Gongsun Ze, he would not shy away from the name of the Mohists, argue with him, and even kill him for the sake of making things right.

But a person like Gongsun Ze, under the circumstances of a gentleman's agreement, would definitely not do such a thing if he insisted on the righteousness of a gentleman.

Anyone who is not a gentleman must not dare to provoke the Mohists.

Mohists who defended the Song Dynasty, rejected the Qi Dynasty, and became officials did not conform to the righteousness of the Mohists. If they were not allowed to be recalled as officials, no one would dare to use them... It is absolutely impossible for such a group of people to rely on lip service, especially those who defend the city. It is even more impossible for a group of good gentlemen in the traditional sense to figure it out.

After a little straightening out, he guessed the result.

It is very likely that Mozi returned to Shangqiu, and someone finally knew that he was not a Mozi.

I thought: "Impossible, I only talked about the paradise of prophecy, and I haven't really talked about ghosts and gods. The biggest problem between me and Mozi is the theory of ghosts and gods. I will do the rest according to what Mozi should do. means."

"If Mozi returns to Shangqiu, he may always hear about my affairs, otherwise these people would not dare to touch me. But how could he hear about these incidents and still not accept me as a disciple?"

"No, no, there must be something wrong!"

I was flustered for the first time, and my face was suppressed as much as possible, and I puffed up to the back: "Everyone, don't be afraid, I am a Mohist, and there are Zimozi and hundreds of disciples behind me, these people dare not do anything to us."

There is no need to talk about paradise at this time. It is impossible for this group of people to sacrifice their lives for righteousness in more than half a year. At this time, they can only bluff and intimidate people.

As he said this, he was already wondering what went wrong. If Mozi's curiosity hadn't been attracted this time, he would be doomed—more miserable than half a year ago, at most, he was afraid of defending the city and died.

Cursing secretly, he beat the cow pulling the cart hard.

The ox mooed in pain, and spread among the village community, attracting everyone's attention.

Gongsun Ze raised his head, lowered his head again, wiped away the knowledge of seeing the unworthy, and began to recall what he had thought about Xi Zhong before, without worrying about whether he would survive or not.

Liuzhi raised his head, shouted Shi's name, and with a face full of trust that he would be rescued, he stared fiercely at the people who had whipped him and shouted: "Brother Shi is back, just wait!"

The women in the village commune went there one after another, talking about what happened here while running.

When the bullock cart approached, Shi already knew what had happened, and thought it was just a foolishness, and he only needed to report the name of the person who wrote the ink, and the other party would definitely withdraw.

Without waiting for the other party to speak, he first said: "The tax that should be paid has been paid, and the rest is ours. If you want it, you can exchange it for gold, one grain for one gold! To save the world, aren't you afraid that Zimozi will come to ask you?"

At this time, King Xuan of Chu had not yet been born, and there was no such phrase as a fox pretending to be a tiger, but what was applicable was the meaning of a fox pretending to be a tiger.

He is a small person, so small that a little nobleman can easily kill him, not even a fox.

But the person he used to pretend to be a tiger is a real tiger, a fierce tiger that even the king should treat each other with courtesy, not a sick tiger.

Even if he took advantage of the situation, he first talked about the reason why taxes have been paid.

It was also the first time that the people following him really opposed the nobles.Ben was a little scared, but when he heard that there were hundreds of Mozhe brothers behind him, he became more courageous, and hated that the other party wanted to take away their hope of paradise, his courage doubled.

The little nobleman glanced at Shi with a sneer, and asked with a contemptuous look: "You are Shi? It's just right to come! You are a businessman, what qualifications do you have to farm? What qualifications do you have to grow the land granted?"

Just as Shi was about to quibble, the other party laughed again: "Don't use Mo Di to scare me, now everyone in Shangqiu City knows that you, an Mohist, are fake! Mo Di doesn't have a disciple like you at all."

He pointed at the people behind him, and said disdainfully: "You peasants and lowly people, do you really think this man is an Mohist? Hurry up and throw down the chopping wood in your hand, so as not to be punished with him! Mo Di doesn't have such a disciple at all. , Your paradise is also fabricated by him! This kind of demagogue will be severely punished, beheaded and abandoned!"

Those words were really like a bolt from the blue, and many people present were at a loss in the cold sky.

Gongsun Zejing raised his butt to his heels, and was about to get up; Liuzhi opened his mouth to say that the other party lied with a look of disbelief; The women shook their heads one after another, not believing what they said.

Compared with hundreds of years of indoctrination, he has only been in the village for half a year, and the power of habit is enormous.These people did not immediately throw down their sticks and kneel down to beg for surrender, which has exceeded Shi's expectations.

It's just that the words of this little nobleman are fatal.

Everyone in the village never thought of being able to tell a lie.

Since you have lied, you can deduce what you said before, and it may also be a lie; it is the same reason that you will believe that the silk of plants and trees will appear after seeing corn cobs.

Seeing that the shock on everyone's expressions is far greater than the fear, it can be regarded as worthy of the psychology of the past six months.Shock and fear don't have the same meaning.

Standing on the bullock cart, he said loudly: "Am I a Mohist? The sun still rises in the east and sets in the west. This is the will of heaven. The will of heaven is invincible! Could it be that if I am not a Mohist, the black jade and wheat will not grow? Don't you want to live like that?"

The little nobleman laughed loudly when he heard the words, and when he pointed at Shi and was about to be arrested, a voice like thunder suddenly came from behind, and a nine-foot-tall man's figure covered the body of the little nobleman.

"Fit! What a great sentence! Who said that he is not a Mohist? Have you asked me?"

(End of this chapter)