warring states careerist

Chapter 5

Although there is a lot of firewood and more people, the nearby ones will eventually be picked up, and the distant ones cannot be rushed back before the golden crow falls. The best place is the forest products of the nobles and cannot be tampered with.

This is the real Central Plains, which was developed very early, except for the necessary firewood mountains, which have been reclaimed into cultivated land.

Except for the farmers who were trapped under the Jingtian village system, nobles above the corporal level relied on the income from public land and fugitive dependents to frantically cultivate private land that did not need to pay taxes.

Thanks to the riots of the people in Zhou Wangcheng, and taking history as a mirror, some public wasteland was left outside the city of Shangqiu for the common people in the city to cook, instead of the property of the nobles or the public.

On the square-shaped cultivated land outside the barren hills, there are farmers in Jingtian village, forced slaves, landless poor who seek refuge, or sons-in-law who sell themselves as pledges, relying on simple bones, wood or mussels. Farm tools made of shells and bronze cultivate hope, and occasionally a few sad and sad songs are heard.

The land on the hillside may not be so round, and four trees were planted at four feet as boundaries.

Sowing seeds all over the sky is still the mainstream, and it is rare to see land with ridges and horizontal moisture.

Shi silently observed the surrounding land and farmers' work, wiped off his sweat, and sat under a cypress tree with a large bundle of branches behind him.

It's not very heavy, but the thin hemp rope hurts my shoulders.

Wiping off his sweat, he looked at the people on the road who carried firewood in twos and threes like him, and some of them carried more firewood than him when they were young. At this time, I would feel embarrassed to let go of some, so I had to carry it hard.

It's not that the body can't bear it, it's just that I seldom collect firewood, and the two red marks and hard calluses on the shoulders have not yet been worn out.

The gentleman who gave the lecture under the tree may not know if there are such red marks on his shoulders, but the soles of his feet must be like iron stones. He used his steps and straw shoes to measure the righteousness in Zhu Xia.

If he really has the opportunity to become his disciple in the future, he will have to run thousands of miles for righteous deeds, and he will definitely have to carry food and weapons on his body, which is not as easy as carrying these firewood now.

"Hey, it's not so easy to be a careerist, especially a careerist who wants to mix into the Mohist family. It's better to be prepared to grind the soles of your feet into a hard callus in the future."

He muttered a word, and understood in his heart that even if he wanted to infiltrate the Mohist family, it was not easy to pretend for ten or eight years, because the internal requirements were too strict.

Geng Zhuzi was an official in the state of Chu, and he got 200 taels of gold, so he had to send it back to the organization in a hurry, and he also attached a bamboo slip to explain the origin of the gold and dare not use it privately; Mozi must first ask if he can carry out the great righteousness of the Mohist school. If it cannot be implemented, even the fiefdoms of thousands of miles cannot go...

Thinking of this legendary figure, true or false, who is so close to me, I can't help but feel some indescribable emotion in my heart.

It's a pity that I haven't taken this first step until now, and I can be regarded as a peripheral member at most, not to mention Mozi's direct disciple, not even an official Mozi.

Thinking of this, I sighed, and said to myself that I should carry back the firewood used at home to fill my stomach before thinking about these things.

Finally, he waved his sleeves to wipe off the sweat on his face, let out a cry, straightened the firewood on his back, and walked towards the city wall.

After walking a few steps, they heard a panic shouting from the field in the distance.

The center of the yelling was like a piece of carrion, attracting people like black flies to surround it.

Shi staggered a few steps, held the firewood with his backhand, twisted his body and ran towards that side, curious about what happened.

Before he got close, he heard some people shouting miscellaneously.

"I'm afraid I ran into a ghost, hey...that's how my son died."

"Maybe it's hot? Splash some cold water on your face, maybe you can wake up slowly?"

"It might be better to soak in cold water after suffering from the heat."

The crowd can block the line of sight, but they can't block the invisible voice. Through the crowd, I understand that someone must have fainted.

Everyone chattered and formed a group.

Shi, who ran over to watch the excitement, stretched his neck like a pinched duck, and found a middle-aged farmer lying in the crowd, probably suffering from heatstroke due to the heat.

It was a time when witch doctors were everywhere, and a minor illness like heat stroke could easily kill people, especially now that the weather was hot.

A little girl about fourteen or fifteen years old squatted beside the fainted middle-aged man, calling her daddy constantly. At this time, she also panicked, but she didn't cry, she just didn't know what to do.

The audience talked nonsense, the little girl had long lost her mind, how could she understand whether it was ghosts or spirits or the hot weather and water splashing?
But the theory of ghosts and gods is vague and hard to see. There is a well next to the cold water. Seeing my father fainting, after all, the habit of Dayu's water-controlling man conquering the sky in his bones prevailed. Helped carry her father to the ditch far away to prepare for soaking in water.

The little girl came out of the crowd, panicked, and bumped into He Shi's arms with a bang, almost smashing the clay pot in her hand, and wanted to leave without thinking about anything else.

But I didn't want to stretch out a pair of strong arms from the ground, and took her arm.

The little girl was eager to save her father, and she didn't look back, she pulled hard and wanted to break free, but she didn't expect her hands to be so strong that she couldn't struggle at all.

Turning around at this time, he found that the hand was the young stranger with sharp eyebrows beside him.

Shi didn't explain anything, and shouted at the crowd: "Nonsense, it's hot in the heat, take a shock with cold water, the sweat will not dissipate without heat, and you will die faster!"

The little girl is still young, that is, the poor people are sensible early, when she heard the words "die faster", she really felt like a thunder exploded in her heart, she stood there like a log, and after a while, she cried for her whole life out.

"Some said that my father offended ghosts and gods, some said that he should pour cold water on it, and some said that he should not pour it... woo woo woo... What should I do?"

Shi shook his shoulders and dropped the firewood to the ground, knowing that he was young, and when the clan era had just disintegrated, being young meant that no one would listen to his words.

At this time, I can only pull the tiger's skin as a banner, and said loudly: "I am Mo Di's disciple, so I naturally listen to me! If you know the will of ghosts, gods and heaven, who can compare with my Mo family? I say it is not ghosts and gods." The punishment that was lowered is not!"

It's strange to say that, although Mo Di is well-known, he still has a specialty in art. At this time, besides the witch doctor, the real famous doctor is actually Bian Que's master Chang Sang Jun.

However, firstly, I don’t know Changsang Jun’s reputation, and secondly, Mo Di’s reputation in Shangqiu in the Song Dynasty is greater. These people don’t know what the Mohist family is doing, but there is something about stopping Chu from attacking Song, even if it is to cure diseases and save lives. For such a thing, mentioning Changsang Jun is not as good as mentioning Mo Di's name.

At this time, mentioning Mr. Changsang, who was unknown to everyone, was even worse than calling out the name of a small nobleman like Sima Chang, a corporal who Qiu Tianjian was familiar with.

When the little girl heard this, she touched her tears and said: "Little brother of the Mo family, please save my father. My brother is building a palace for the office and he hasn't returned yet. I still have some corn at home. As long as I can save him..."

Shi looked down at this little girl who was not tall enough, her face was full of tears and dirt, nodded and said: "Mohist disciples, save people and do what is right. I don't dare to say if I can save them, I can only do my best."

The little girl is not very old, but she is extremely capable. She gritted her teeth and nodded, agreeing.

"Please carry him under the tree, and open the circle for ventilation. Who's closest? Go back and get some salt, and fetch some cold water."

The farmers in these villages have all served in the military, and no one has followed the etiquette of the regular soldiers in the official service and the envious soldiers in the reserve service. Everyone is a soldier. Once someone gives orders, they will be divided into several regiments in an instant. Do.

Four strong men carried the fainted middle-aged man under the tree, stretched out their hands to untie the man's clothes, and tested the temperature on his body.

Stretched out two fingers, bent slightly to make a hook shape, spit between the knuckles, just like when my grandmother saw her getting angry when she was a child, she grabbed several places on her chest.

Lubricated by the saliva, there was a sound of pulling, and each time it was pulled, it was as if someone had sprinkled some expensive purple dye on the body, and it seemed that black and purple fires were ignited in those places.

The little girl squatted aside, watching patches of purple dyed on her father's body. Although she didn't know what happened, she still felt saved in her heart. She secretly thanked the ghost god Haotian, and her flustered heart calmed down.

After a while, those who fetched water and salt rushed back, and the rest of the people gathered around, wanting to learn this skill so that their family members could follow suit when they suffer from heatstroke.

He stretched out his hand and tried the well water, which was very cool and suitable.I estimated the water in the tank, pinched a pinch of salt according to the approximate concentration of normal saline, and stirred it with my fingers.

Turning around, he picked up a stone, smashed off a piece of bark, and bent it into a funnel.

Someone is called to open the mouth of the fainted man, hold the tongue with a wooden stick, put a funnel made of bark deep into the throat, and slowly pour cold well water with salt into it.

Everyone had never seen such an operation like killing pigs and dogs, and secretly clicked their tongues.

The cold salt well water was poured into the stomach, and the abdomen of the fainted person gradually swelled, and someone kept bringing fresh cold well water.

The cold well water with salt is stirred in the stomach, and the excessively high temperature in the body is balanced from the inside out. The most feared thing about heatstroke is that the heat cannot be dissipated. If you directly use cold water to stimulate the external pores to close, it will aggravate the temperature in the body. accumulation.

Guessing it was almost done, Shi pinched the man's benevolence a few more times. After waiting for a long time, the man finally came to his senses with an ooh, but he hadn't opened his eyes yet.

It's just that this sound is like a glimmer of firelight seen when walking at night in winter, full of hope.

The little girl who was pretending to be calm just now felt her body go limp in an instant, she had no strength in her body, and she didn't even have the energy to keep her tears from flowing, and the tears fell into the dirt on her clothes.

I didn't cry before, thinking that if I cried, what would the young man next to me tell me I couldn't do it, and it would only add to the chaos.At this time, seeing my father wake up, I couldn't bear it anymore.

After crying for a while, seeing Shi on the side through the foggy eyes, he remembered the ceremony of thanking him, but he didn't want to say a word, so he smiled and shook his head and said: "Children of the Mohist family, saving people and doing righteousness is a matter of course. I saved other people's lives, but I was practicing the righteousness of the Mohists, so I don't need to thank you."

The little girl didn't know how to answer, so she sized him up again, and saw that he was not a nobleman in the way he was dressed, he had to eat after all, and there was still some corn at home, his name was to be asked, and he would go to the city in a few days It's better to say thank you than to say a few words of gratitude dryly.

Shi Shi looked at the black-faced farmers who worked all day long, and thought of the era when people would die from a small illness, he sighed, and said to the little girl: "Our Mo family emphasizes a person who loves the world at the same time. You have a father , other people also have parents and brothers. If someone else dies from heatstroke, even though it is not your relatives who died, the pain is the same. Do you think this is the case?"

Everyone nodded one after another, saying that the real Mohist disciples might not spread Mohist ideas like him, and with this little trick, he could make some fame before he became a Mohist.

(End of this chapter)