warring states careerist

Chapter 565
Seeing the tortillas in his son's hand, the salary seller gave out an evil fire inexplicably, and cursed: "Are you afraid that others will not know that you have food at home? Eat, eat, eat! You will know how to eat. If the pile of firewood outside If it is used by others, the past few months will be in vain!"

The crippled son snorted and said, "If you really want to take it, take it early. Even the doctor's [-] army was defeated in Jishui. If you take something from you, can you stop it?"

The salary sellers know this is the reason. If the people outside really take it, they really have nothing to do.

He took the tortilla and said in a low voice, "Stay here and watch."

The crippled son smiled wryly, "Father, are you scared to death? My leg is broken, what's the use of me looking at it? Don't say that if the army wants to take it, even if someone else wants to take it, I won't be able to catch up."

The salary seller said angrily: "You are stupid! If they take it, no one can stop it. I am afraid that they will drag people to transport the luggage. If you have a broken leg, they will never be able to drag you. If it is not possible, tomorrow I have to split our horseshoe, although it hurts and it will affect my work in the future, it is better than being dragged away."

The lame son nodded. Many people in the city are familiar with this kind of thing now, and some people sell some herbs that make horses suffer from diarrhea, just to avoid military service.

Others had their big toes cut off, so that they would be unsteady when walking, so they could be exempted from forced military service.

He went back and ate a few mouthfuls of food, carefully hid some of the food stored at home, and walked around his horse with a stone for a long time, staring at the horny part of the horse's hoof, but he still couldn't give it up.

I thought to myself, maybe the righteous teachers of the Mohist school are really different, it is really like those rumors.

But after thinking about it, I thought that all crows in the world are as black as tigers and wolves who don't eat meat?I'm afraid it still won't work.

The only support in this family is the horse. If the horse's hoof is really smashed, it will be impossible to pull the cart for two or three months.

How did the horse know the master's worry, still grazing there quietly, seeing the master by the side, went around and rubbed the back of the master's hand with its wet nose.

The salary seller's heart softened, and the stone in his hand fell to the ground, thinking that we can talk about it tomorrow.

He tossed and turned in the straw all night, unable to sleep, and always hallucinated that someone was snatching his firewood outside. After waking up, he went out and walked around, and saw a bright bonfire in the distance.

He was startled, and hurriedly called his son's name twice, but there was no answer. He was even more anxious, and hurried over to have a look, and found that his son had fallen asleep in the haystack.

There was a lot of firewood outside, and some singing could be heard in the distance. The firewood seller finally had some faith in his heart, and said to himself: "It's not like they haven't seen my pile of firewood. Minqiu did nothing wrong? This is because the sun comes out from the west, fish don’t need to drink water, people don’t need to shit to eat, and it snows in summer.”

I finally felt relieved, and the drowsiness accumulated before suddenly hit me.

In the morning, the dew splashed on his face, and he woke up suddenly. He quickly looked at the firewood stacks outside, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The neighbor next to him was bolder and was already working outside, so he also boldly walked out of the house.

But instead of walking out normally, he limped.

There is nothing wrong with his legs. Back then, he used these legs to push firewood to turn his ink cart into a horse-drawn cart.

It's just that my son has been crippled for a long time, and after seeing each other all day long, he also learned a little bit, and limped out of the door, so that at least he didn't have to be taken away for labor or as a heavy soldier.

It's a pity that when the doctor was recruited, everyone in the neighborhood knew that he was not lame, and he was reluctant to cut off his toes, otherwise no one would be able to do the housework in the future.

Thinking of this, I can't help feeling a little regretful, if I knew this, I should have broken the elder son's leg with my own hands, that would be better than dying outside.

When he limped outside, he saw that many people had gathered near the market.

The markets and wells were originally the hardest-hit areas where the Mohists infiltrated. Those people engaged in carpentry and blacksmithing, when the princes purged all the Mohists one day, they would chop off every other fish that would slip through the net.

These handicraftsmen have a closer relationship with the Mohist school. They have known the Mohist system and policies for a long time, and they are not afraid of anything, so they sell some goods in the market.

A group of people gathered in the distance, and a local carpenter was talking about something. This carpenter was the first one to make ink carts in the city, and this carpenter was hired by the salaryman to make the first ink cart.

He limped into the crowd, and heard the carpenter say: "The Mo family said that a car, a horse, and people are all considered wages. Give copper coins..."

There were many neighbors around, and the lame man asked, "What is this for?"

The neighbor said with a smile: "The Mohist family really did nothing wrong with Minqiu. No, it's not that they have to go to Beiji River to transport grain, two days round trip, and they have enough money. If you don't want money, you can give cotton cloth, or something else. That's it. We all recognize many people, can they still lie to us?"

"Don't you have a horse and a cart? Don't you take advantage of it to make a lot of money?"

The neighbor's voice was not too loud, but the salary seller suddenly waved his hand and shouted: "Be quiet, be quiet!"

He looked back at the righteous soldiers who were maintaining order and found that they didn't seem to understand, so he was relieved and said in his heart: "I don't want to make this money, don't be fooled, and the horses will not be there when the time comes." It's..."

Based on the mistrust of history and previous cognition, the salary seller also felt that the people of the Mo family were indeed a little weird: they had weapons in their hands, so they could grab them directly, so why would they lie?
He also served in the army when he was young. The army of the princes and princes went out to fight, not to plunder the villagers, but to harvest and eat all the wheat and millet in the field.

Although he suspected in his heart that the Mohists were really deceiving his own horse, it was already very strange to see an army with weapons but not directly robbing them these days.

Unavoidably curious in my heart, I listened for a while after being curious. A person who can speak Qiyu fluently spoke some simple and easy-to-understand truths after a while. , looking at it this way, if the people of the Mo family can do it, it is really like what they said.

Hey, in that case, that would be great!

He thought this way, but felt that it was unrealistic. He really didn't care much about the saying that there is no distinction between old and young, high and low, so it was hard to understand why those people such as shoemakers, carpenters, and potters cheered.

However, the words that the people's property should not be expropriated and the people's private property should not be moved at will, touched his heart.

So I can't help but think that if the world is really like this one day, then my livestock will not be conscripted as a Qiujia Fu back then, not to mention giving money, even if I didn't see a horn.You said that even if you have an ox horn left over for yourself, you can still sell it to those who make bows and fingers, and you can also exchange it for two catties of corn...

He was gradually fascinated by listening, and before he knew it, it was already afternoon, those words seemed to fill people up, he even forgot that he was hungry.

When he was about to leave, an Mohist who was dressed in a strange military uniform and could speak Qi dialect greeted him and said, "Fellow, I heard that your family has a carriage? It's fine now, why don't you go to transport food? A trip is only two days, horses are worth one cent, cars are worth one cent, and people are worth another penny.”

The man said a figure, and the salary seller clicked his tongue secretly, thinking: "This is more than what I can earn from chopping firewood for two days."

Surprised, he said with a smile on his face: "I do have an old horse at home, but unfortunately it hurt its hooves yesterday. Let me show it. This beast just licks my leg. Look at me. There is no way to go..."

"Oh, I really want to earn this money. If my horse hadn't been injured, or if my leg hadn't been kicked by a beast, I would definitely go. The horse is lying on its stomach in the nest now, how can it stand up?"

The Mohist grumbled and said, "Is your leg okay? There is a doctor in the army, and he is a disciple of Mr. Changsang. Have you heard of Mr. Changsang? Tomorrow, you will have a free medical consultation in the city. If you have any illnesses, tomorrow You might as well go and have a look. In the army, there are often cases of bruises and bone fractures. Mr. Changsang’s disciples are quite good at it, and they don’t accept your money..."

The salary seller thanked him again and again, but said in his heart: "My leg is fine. I won't go. If I did, wouldn't it be noticed?"

When we got home, the old wife and son were muttering, saying, "We heard that one horse, one cart, one person, but a lot of money. You can also give iron, cotton cloth, or grain. You say now You can't do anything, but you don't go... The black butt next door is going, and they gave half of the money first..."

The salary seller snorted: "Laugh today, and they will cry tomorrow. Have you ever seen a dog that doesn't eat shit? If you haven't seen it, how can there be an army in this world that doesn't recruit people?"

"Let me tell you, don't rush ahead in this kind of thing. If the Mohists really do what they say, then that's fine, and I'm happy too. But what if it's not?"

"They are good, so even if I cheated them today, can good people punish me? Will I still be able to transport food by then?"

"If they are bad, we will know when they come back."

"Today they say that to benefit the world is to benefit themselves. Hey, let them go to benefit the world, and let me come to benefit myself."

After saying a few more words of "looking ahead", after eating some food, I slept much more solidly at night than yesterday.

In the early morning of the next day, the volunteer soldiers stationed outside got up early, and soon some small mud houses were built nearby. After a while, they heard that they were toilets. They also said that when the volunteer army camped, there were rules about where to defecate and pee. .

In the afternoon, some people gathered in the city again, and I heard that some Mohists were talking about how to grow crops, how to compost manure, how to scrape nitrate, and said that as long as the scraped nitrate is boiled, merchants will buy it.

Many people in the city listened to it, especially when it came to how to plant crops. The preacher was like a turbulent water, and he looked like an old farmer in every gesture. oral.

Later, I heard that this man was originally from Qi, and he was still from the Tian family.

This makes the salary sellers even more incomprehensible, not that they cannot understand why the Tian family still went to work in the Mohist family to help fight against Qi: there is no concept of nation at this time, the struggle between nobles is really Ordinarily, returning to Qi today, returning to Zhao tomorrow, and returning to Lu the next day, only the doctors who collect military taxes and labor and pay land rent have changed, and sometimes even the villagers who collect taxes have not changed.

What he couldn't understand was, how could those aristocratic gentlemen who thought that farming was a lowly thing do farming on Sishang?
In the evening, another army came from outside the city. It seemed to be a follow-up army, and they also camped and rested in the open space outside the market.

With the arrival of this army, those small vendors who were used to the existence of volunteers began to sell some food nearby, and some people in the army came to find some local people and directly bought food, vegetables, Sheepdogs and the like.

It's still the same in the autumn, buying even and selling equally.

Seeing all this, yesterday I still felt that I was a far-sighted salaryman, and I already felt a little regretful in my heart, thinking: Is it possible that in this world, there are really dogs who don’t eat shit?
(End of this chapter)