warring states careerist

Chapter 45
After the sun went down, people in the village went to the place where they listened to stories on weekdays in twos and threes.

The village community cannot afford insect wax.

If there is a little fat, it is better to keep it for yourself and eat it, so I am not willing to use it for lighting.Not to mention the bright mermaid oil from Qi Guohai that was lit in the Imperial Mansion Garden of Sicheng.

Like spectators, Mozi and Yiren walked over together, wanting to know how Shi would deal with Sang Sheng.

Those who walked with Mozi, the Mozi called him Mi Chengzi.

Imitation Chengzi is a native of the state of Zheng. Before becoming a Mohist, he most admired Zichan, the former ruler of the state of Zheng, and was proficient in the criminal books issued by Zichan.

Zichan's posthumous name was Cheng, so Chengzi imitated himself and named himself this, saying that he wanted to be a person like Zichan, who was in charge of rewards and punishments among Mohists.

Before Zichan promulgated the criminal book, all countries used the secret law that the nobles had the final interpretation power.

The so-called "punishment cannot be known, but power cannot be measured".

If the gangsters are allowed to know the law, then it will not be unpredictable, and the nobles will lose the final right to interpret and judge, and there may even be "troublemakers" who come up with clauses in the criminal book and say that the nobles' judgment is wrong. It is absolutely impossible.

Mo Chengzi was also from a low-level noble family, but he supported the written law and opposed the secret law.After becoming a Mohist, I even believed in the rules of the three tables mentioned by Mozi, and the enactment of laws and regulations must follow those three tables.

After knowing what happened to Sang Sheng, he also thought about it, but he couldn't find the best solution, which would reward the right and punish the wrong.

Even if Mozi didn't ask him to come with him today, he would come with Mr. to see how Shi Shi would deal with this matter.

The two walked together, came to the bonfire outside the earthen house, greeted the people in the village, and sat by the fire.

The people in the village community were discussing Sang Sheng's matter after a busy day, and several people had an argument about it, and some of them were even red-faced.

Mozi suddenly asked Mo Chengzi, "What does it look like here?"

Mo Chengzi smiled and said, "Sir, if you don't want to say it, I want to say it too. This place looks like those rural schools near Xinzheng back then."

What Mozi wanted to say was exactly this, and he nodded slightly.

At that time, there were many rural schools near Xinzheng.Every evening, there are always people from the city gathering, singing or drinking, or discussing state affairs, or talking about the emperor, or talking about the gains and losses of governance.

Dr. Zheng Ranming was very dissatisfied with this, and suggested that Zichan destroy these township schools, thinking that people would definitely be restless if this continued, and that some radical ideas would always spread in these township schools, and they would frequently attack Qi Mu Shangqing or Evaluate the policies formulated by Zheng Bo.

Ranming's opinion was rejected by Zichan, who believed that it could tell the gains and losses of governance.

After Ran Zisheng passed away, all the township schools in the state of Zheng were destroyed, and it was forbidden to have such similar things appear again.

Mo Chengzi listened to the discussion around the bonfire for a while, and commented: "Sir, this place is different from the former Zheng Zhixiang School. Zheng Zhixiang School has endless disputes about things. Although there are disputes here, listen to them. The principles in the words are all the morals that my husband and I are familiar with. In Zheng’s hometown school, the east and the west are different, and each has its own meaning; here, the villages gather, and the east and west are different, all under the same meaning.”

Mozi didn't seem to have heard these words, so he didn't answer, but stared at the burning bonfire.

Looking at the flames ignited in the bonfire, and thinking about what he saw and heard in just two days, he sighed for a long time: "From yesterday to now, this gathering place is the fifth thing that surprised me."

He didn't know which sentence Shihe had inadvertently said, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly asked: "Cheng, how many Mohists are there in the world today?"

He is a giant, so he knows it naturally.

Mo Chengzi knew that his master must have a deep meaning in asking this question, and replied: "A real Mohist, even if he is not a person like Shengchao, has more than four hundred."

Mozi asked again: "If there are more than four hundred people and everyone behaves like this, with his ability, how many places can this kind of gathering spread to?"

Mo Chengzi replied: "Sir, if you don't care about the princes in the office, you can let a lot of people gather together like this. You have talents, you know the will of heaven, you have good seeds, money from gambling, and things like millstones and flails. It took half a year. Human intelligence is innate, but wisdom and will can be learned, and good seeds can be harvested, so according to what Mr. said, it can spread to four hundred dians in three to five years."

Mo Zi hummed, picked up a wooden stick and threw it into the fire, and asked another question that Mo Chengzi seemed to have nothing to do with this matter.

"In the old days, the Grand Duke hoped to be entrusted to Qi, how wide was the land?"

Mo Chengzi didn't think about why Mr. asked this suddenly, so he replied casually: "It's less than five hundred den."

When Mozi was about to continue asking, someone by the campfire shouted: "Shi is here!"

He is a man of faith, since he said he only watched but didn't talk, he really just watched but didn't talk, he nodded at Mo Chengzi, and signaled Mo Chengzi not to speak.

Shi, who came here in a hurry, had already seen Mozi.

But he knew Mozi's temperament, since he said that he just ignored it, he really just ignored it, so he didn't deliberately say anything.

The people in the village by the bonfire have been getting along with each other for a long time, and Mo Zi has a great reputation, after all, it is not as good as the closer and familiar Shi.

When everyone saw Shi coming, they all shouted: "Shi, Sang Sheng's matter must be resolved."

"That's right, Liuzhi can't be beaten in vain?"

"If it wasn't for Mr. Mo Di's personal visit yesterday, you would have been beaten too, and those seeds might have been taken away."

As soon as Shi came, everyone gave way, and naturally gave Shi to the campfire.

The crowd no longer formed a circle around the bonfire, but formed a fan around it.

Pressing down on the hand, everyone also quieted down.

"This matter is related to everyone in the village community, and everyone must discuss it together to reach a result. But what can we do? The land belongs to the emperor, and the land is granted to you. You have no right to drive him away; punishment is not We can use it; the six-finger beating may not be Sang Sheng's original wish, maybe he himself didn't know that such a thing might happen."

Liuzhi followed Shi's side and muttered: "He also said that you harmed him, that you are an evil ghost."

Everyone was also very dissatisfied with these words, and said with a smile: "He said that I am an evil spirit, so am I?"

A member of the village community stood up and said, "Then let's forget it?"

Shaking his head, he said, "That's what I think. Let me ask first, what is the purpose of getting together?"

In this case, I have already instilled it dozens of times.

As soon as he asked, he immediately got a common answer from dozens of people.

"Of course it's for the mutual benefit you often say. Now you only bought a few cows, and the villagers can't share them, and some things can't be done by one family, so you have to make mutual benefit. .just for profit."

Mozi nodded secretly at the side, thinking that such a truth, even some newcomers may not be able to figure it out, but the people in these villages think it through.

After thinking about it again, I understood the result of this difference: the village community is indeed benefiting from each other, and it is still a word of benefit after all.

Hearing these people say this, Shi said, "Let me tell you a story. There is such a herd of cows in the world, all of which are black. These cows help each other, with their horns facing outward, to defend against tigers and wolves. Suddenly one day, the color of a cow's coat changed. Became white... If whiteness is the greatest sin in the eyes of the cows, how should the cow be punished?"

After everyone thought about it, they said, "Then drive him out of the herd."

Shi said: "Since this story is such a truth, has this matter not been resolved yet? We gather here for mutual benefit and mutual assistance, and for the realization of the paradise one day. But Sang Sheng is not Believe it, then everyone will no longer benefit from him.”

"It is the power of the public clan to take back the granted land, so the public family can be punished by taking back the granted land. The confiscation of money and millet is no different from the army's silk, silk and millet tax, so it is also a punishment that the public clan can use. "

"For us, mutual benefits, and the other's inability to benefit, is the punishment we can inflict."

"So, I think it can be done."

"The cattle shared by several families can no longer be used by the Sangsheng family, but he also no longer needs to fulfill the obligation to feed the cattle."

"If the Sangsheng family wants to use the millstones and mills in the village, they need money or corn. Because he didn't participate in the work of the millstones, he can't use them."

"He can still come to the meeting place, because he has rammed the earth for it, but he can't listen to some new planting methods."

"In the future, the village commune harvested the wheat, and the grain that was prepared for the famine year was shared by the village community every year. In the famine year, the Sangsheng family could not eat it, so they had to spend money to buy it."

"It's the same for other things. He can't participate in those who benefit from each other. Things that are not under the jurisdiction of the village community, such as military taxes, military performances, conquests, and millet taxes, are all the same. This is not something we can manage now." of."

"Think about it, everyone. If you can, let's do it this way. Discuss with several companies that share the farm cattle. After reaching an agreement, select one person to report whether you agree or disagree, and then make the final decision. Don't chatter into chaos."

After speaking, these people by the campfire separated according to their usual identities of feeding the cattle together, and each expressed their own thoughts.

It sounds messy, but if you look closely, you can find that it is like a plum blossom, although it is divided into petals, it surrounds a center.

I know that I used a method I really dislike to artificially create a rift among the people in a village and divide them into two colors.

letter.

Do not believe.

When the believers are in the majority, the unbelievers will not say that they do not believe, but will only say that they believe.

He gave these people hope, and with the current power, the greatest punishment is to cut off someone's hope.

The hope that can be seen is the most terrible punishment at the moment when it is shattered.

Shi Shi knew that he would get the result he wanted, and the result was that Sang Sheng was completely isolated in the village from then on.

Even if he was isolated, Sang Sheng couldn't leave. He was a farmer under the land grant system, and he couldn't go anywhere without money, and because of the need to fulfill feudal obligations, fleeing was a crime in the eyes of the nobles.

The application of corn, sweet potatoes, potatoes and winter wheat made these people see hope within reach, and also gave him a kind of punishment that he could use to punish others, called dashed hope.

Mutual benefit, after all, is still a word of benefit, and it is the only word that can bring together more people without changing it into a religion.

Soon, everyone gave a consistent result.

Agreed to the appropriate approach, from then on, Sang Sheng was not allowed to participate in most activities of the village community.

Everyone has no right and no need for military recruitment.

Those things in themselves have only obligations but no rights to the gangsters of the village community, so naturally there is no punishment of deprivation of rights, only punishment of increasing obligations, and this will only cause dissatisfaction, but this dissatisfaction has nothing to do with the Mohists, only pertaining to the monarch.

Just when everyone made a decision, a heart-piercing cry came from a distance, and Sang Sheng's wife knelt down in front of everyone in the village.

"Shi...you are trying to kill me! Even if Sang Sheng did something wrong, what did I do wrong? He always told me a few days ago that he would be able to live a good life soon, like in the paradise day. I didn't think much about it, who knew he could do such a thing?"

"Please, please, those cows, millstones, and corn for the waste... I am not wrong."

Indeed, she was not wrong.

An inappropriate decision would be tantamount to harming her.

Under the land grant system, land is granted on a household basis, and agriculture is the mainstay. Men are destined to be the main labor force, and women are also destined to be attached to men—in fact, they are attached to the land in essence, but it just so happens that the land owner follows the military tax at that time. The acre system and labor level belonged to men.

However, Shi asked in a way that seemed reasonable: "I didn't harm you. Did you have cows and horses half a year ago? Did you have a millstone? I just let your family go back to the old days. How can you say yes?" Did I hurt you?"

The woman cried: "But I heard about the Promised Land, and I don't want to go back to the old days. You let me know about the Promised Land, but you didn't allow me to approach it. How could you not harm me?"

Shi shook his head and said, "Mohists never take away other people's things, and it is impossible to take away things that others don't have. How can I save you? Women can also get land, so that you can join the communion as an individual." You don’t have land grants based on households, even if I want you to join, which team would let you join?”

"Everyone in the village just punished Sang Sheng in their own way, but not you. You can choose to go back to your father's house, or you can choose to live the same life with Sang Sheng as before."

The woman cried on the ground: "But he is very good to me. I can't bear it."

Shi sighed: "That's your business. I said, there is no destiny, and my own destiny can only be managed by myself. Is loving him more important than better food and clothing? Or is better clothing and food more important than loving him? You have to make a choice, don't you? This is your destiny, but not your destiny. If destiny exists, it cannot be changed, but your own destiny, you can change it yourself."

After saying this, he stopped caring about the crying woman, and stretched out his right hand high and high to everyone in the village.

"There are twelve cocoons in these hands. They are ground out by grinding stones, kneaded out by millet seeds, knocked out by knocked wheat seeds, and planed out by species of black jade."

"Twelve cocoons were exchanged for Sumai, Mopan, and seeds."

"Where there is light, there must be shadow. If you want to get the benefits of something, you must also bear the pain of this thing. This is the fate of man! There is no destiny! You have to be responsible for what you do, and the fruit you bear is destiny. !"

His voice suddenly rose, and the feet hidden behind quietly kicked a handful of sand into the bonfire. The bonfire was blown by the wind and sand, and it immediately rose up, making his figure appear taller and brighter.

"Now, stretch out your hands. Let me, let you look at each other, look at the cocoons on your hands, look at the marks made by your spinning. Tell me, how much is the amount of corn and the length of the cloth? From the destiny or from yourselves?"

Dozens of hands were raised together, no need to look at each other, but everyone knew what they were holding, so they shouted: "Ourselves!"

Shi's voice became even more high-pitched, like a swan geese flying past a few months ago, and said loudly: "Then are you willing to live in a paradise?"

"willing!"

"Then are you willing to bear the pain on the way to the paradise? Are you willing to use your own hands to drive away all those who hinder you from getting to the paradise?"

"willing!"

The voices of dozens of people shouted almost simultaneously, shaking the world.

The almost fanatical shout covered up the woman's crying, and he didn't even look at her again.

He has already entrusted her destiny to herself in this era, granting Tian Jun Fu to account for each household and mu, this is the era, and the choices he gave are also the only two choices in this era.

He doesn't believe in the destiny, and he hopes that Zhu Xia and Kyushu don't believe in the destiny.

But if you don't believe in the destiny, it means that you have to bear everything you have done. Will people really be willing to do this in their hearts?
After that, he said a lot more, until the crowd dispersed.

The parting crowd heard a lot it didn't hear, but on a little thought it was excellent.

Mozi and Mo Chengzi, who had not spoken but just observed, did not leave, and were still beside the gradually dimming fire.

Mozi glanced at Mo Chengzi, who nodded and said, "He rewarded what he could and punished him what he could. He didn't exceed the rules, and he didn't deviate from the meaning of my Mohism. He was just and strict. This is what I saw. Yes, what did you see, sir?"

Mozi thought for a while and said only one sentence.

"Even if he leaves the village, any Mohist who has learned from him can stand in front of the fire, and everyone in the village will take it for granted and trust Wushuang. The order of Song Gong is not as good as the Mohism in this village. Word."

When Mo Chengzi heard this, he thought about it, and sat beside the bonfire endlessly, until someone came and called out Mr. Mozi, who was beside him.

"Sir, Emperor Sicheng invites you to meet. It's something that Mo Yugui pointed out. In addition, the three families of Han, Zhao and Wei have passed on Song Gong to invite alliance."

(End of this chapter)