warring states careerist

Chapter 598 The Sun of Mount Tai ([-])

There can never be a compromise in the struggle of righteousness. This is a big right and wrong.

For example, it is wrong to rob, but if it is not owned by the nobles, or the ownership of the nobles is unreasonable, then it is not robbed.

The nobles need to believe that there is no king's land in the world, and only such divided land is reasonable.

The common people need to believe that the land of the world belongs to the people of the world. Only in this way can they take back what belongs to them as a matter of course without bearing heavy moral guilt.

This is an irreconcilable contradiction between the Mohist school and the aristocratic feudal system, and it is the basis for judging right from wrong. If the basis cannot be synonymous, then there cannot be debate.This is one of the foundations of Mozi's debate summed up before his death: debate requires the same basis.

The dispute between right and wrong has now caused turmoil in the world, and at this time and place, Father Liang's contempt is also involving the interests of the nobles.

The retainers saw that persuasion was fruitless, and they didn't know whether the Mohist's method of dealing with the enemy was cruel or gentle, so they inevitably needed to be prepared first.

Seeing that the head of the family has the will to die, the servants thought: "Since the head of the family has the heart to seek benevolence and obtain benevolence, even if I don't want to die, I can't not die. Life and righteousness are my desires. If you can't have both, When you sacrifice your life for righteousness."

"The head of the family used to be the servant of Xiangzi Niu. When Niu Zi failed, the head of the family abandoned his scholars and lived. Although I am not a gentleman, I should also have the virtues of a gentleman."

Liang's father is in the sun of Mount Tai, not far away is the cemetery of Liu Xiahui. Liu Xiahui was a gentleman in the world, and he was buried here. People around him have heard a lot about this man's story, so it is different from other places.

What's more, the state of Lu established the country with propriety, and it was a marquis state that could use the rituals and music of the emperor. Liang's father once belonged to Lu, and the virtue of a gentleman was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

With the determination in my heart, the life and death seemed indifferent, as if it was a kind of relief.

The feudal nobles saw that the faces of the retainers changed a few times, but they didn't take it seriously. Between life and death, it is difficult for ordinary people to make a gentleman's decision, and there is no sign of fleeing, which is already rare.

So he said: "Prepare chariots and horses, ask the servants to prepare military uniforms, and go to Father Liang."

The retainers were shocked, thinking that the head of the family wanted to fight against the Mohist family with one husband. Just as he was about to persuade him, the noble old man waved his hand fiercely and said, "Since we want to let the world know, it is meaningless in this humble environment. Just go to Father Liang and question the Mohist family. If the Mo family kills me and humiliates me, I can seek benevolence."

"You have been with me for many years, don't die, and don't learn to give in. If I die, pack up my body and bones, wait for my son to return, and die with the rites of a soldier!"

The retainer knelt down, grabbed his head and said: "Don't dare to obey orders!"

The old man stretched his arms, and waited for the servant to bring the military uniform of a scholar, with a sword and jade. He lowered his skirt with jade, and wore the crown of a scholar, so that the clothes were not wrinkled at all.

Outside the door, the chariots and horses were ready, the old man stood on the chariot and shouted proudly: "Let's go to Father Liang!"

The wheel turns, and the old man sings in joy.

The song says:

The sills of the big carts are like velvet clothes.Don't you think?I am afraid of my son.

The big carts are squatting, and the velvet clothes are like clothes.Don't you think?Don't run if you are afraid of your son.

Grain is in different chambers, death is in the same acupuncture point.If you don't believe me, it's like the sun!

This was a melody about love and elopement, but the old man sang it with a chilling air.

The retainer driving the car couldn't understand the poem, but he could also hear the emotion in it. This is to express the ambition in his heart with the words of love: for the gift of the world, he will not hesitate to die.If you don't believe me, it's like the sun!

If you are going to die in the end, and even the etiquette is broken, then let your crippled body be in a different room from the righteousness of the world, and die in the same acupoint.

The retainers felt even more admiration in their hearts, and said in their hearts: "Husband, it should be so."

He carefully steered the carriage away from a rock in front of him, trying to keep the carriage as stable as possible while letting the Patriarch feel the bumps.

This is not only a habit left behind after being beaten and scolded for driving when I was young, but also an inexplicable respect that I feel deeply in my heart today.

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In Liangfu City.

The matter of distributing granaries and food, which was jokingly called ridiculed by the noble old man to find a surname for himself, was still going on, and there were crowds of people, and righteous soldiers with guns and spears lined up around to maintain order.

Among the crowd, the orators from the Proclamation Department, who are proficient in the voice of Qilu, are talking about the righteousness of the Mohists with great enthusiasm, and they are getting rounds of applause.

The people in the city who received the food either really wanted to hear it, or they were a little curious, or they didn't care.

The noisy preaching sound echoed around the market and the treasury, and the voices were full of people, as if there was really a fire burning under the city.

Shu Gui Tian Zhi frowned, smiled and said to his classmates beside him: "Finally, there is a bit of a feeling here."

A girl at the side quietly looked at Shu Guitian, and almost immediately after Shu Guitian finished speaking, she asked in a usual way: "What's it like on Sishang?"

Sishang has many flavors and is very rich, such as the spiciness of chili, the sweetness of sucrose, and the sourness of vinegar.

It’s just that this taste is using the method of Fu Bixing in the Book of Songs. Shu Guitian knew that the girl would ask or echo what he said, but he still bowed his head and thought about it solemnly, and said: "I also said Can't tell, it's probably a kind of...the taste of a living person, right?"

What he said was a bit scary, it sounded like he had eaten people, the girl giggled, but did not refute, but carefully understood the phrase "living people", and nodded for a long time.

There were a lot of people around, those pushing the wheelbarrow and carrying the sacks, cautiously bypassing Shu Guitian and other young children.

Occasionally, younger children in the crowd pointed to them and said to their parents: "Look, their clothes are so strange..."

Every time he said it, the parents quickly snapped back the child's pointing finger, and if these people heard it, they would show their yellow teeth and smile at Shu Guitian and the others.

The costumes of the Mohists are indeed somewhat different, born out of the short brown, but not the same as the short brown. There are many people wearing this kind of clothing on the street in Sishang, but here it has another meaning.

Whenever such a situation occurs, the ink master who leads the team will take out a few pieces of black and red, the cheapest, unfiltered brown sugar cubes from his pocket, and hand them to the children, occasionally as a friendly touch The child's head, and a few words with the child's cringe-worthy parents.

Shu Guitian thought to himself, the people here are really strange, what are they afraid of?It's as if they're used to being afraid of somebody... that's weird.

When this question was uttered, it immediately aroused a wave of sympathy. These children who grew up in Sishang knew that Mount Tai was far away and the river was surging, even though they had never seen it; but they did not know what the outside world looked like. The appearance of the world.

The classmate said: "I also think it's weird. Sishang is not like this. There was an accident in our village before, and the people from the village went to the village and surrounded the township office in a threatening manner. The township is constantly apologizing, begging Then we went back and said that we would definitely solve it..."

"The people on Sishang don't seem to be afraid of anything."

When I said this, someone answered immediately: "Yes, I realized that this place is different from Sishang after you said it. In the past, Shizi and Gongmeng were playing and arguing by the river, and I was catching fish by the side. I knew it was Shizi, so I ran over and asked him why when the leaves fell, they always floated face down on the water... The children here are not afraid of anything, but the adults seem to be afraid of something all the time."

This is just the vague emotion of the young people. When the Mozhe who led the team heard this, he couldn't help but smiled, and said in his heart: "They are not afraid of you, it's just that their 'fear' has become a habit. ..."

But he didn't explain it to the group of children. Although he understood it, it was a bit troublesome to explain it, and he couldn't explain it clearly in a short while.

Now he was about to go to a place in the city to sort out some field records in the treasury, so there was no time to talk about these things.

While the young people behind were chattering and discussing, there was a sound of galloping horseshoes in the distance, da da da da.

The two horses joined together and galloped forward. The people on the side of the road looked back and immediately turned sideways, extremely afraid.

Some with food on their backs hurriedly turned their faces away, and some quietly put their pockets behind their backs and lowered their heads, as if they had made a big mistake.

The group of young Mohists were also staring at the approaching carriage, and one of them finally exclaimed in surprise or in a low voice: "Look! A real nobleman! I haven't seen one before..."

There are no orthodox nobles in Sishang now.

Either among the group of Mohists who take pride in short brown straw sandals and benefit the world.

or die.

or flee.

It's not that there are gorgeously dressed people in Sishang, on the contrary, there are quite a few, but most of them are businessmen, and businessmen are also sluts. Although they are rich, their status is not a gentleman in the hierarchy of the world.

The person who exclaimed may have little knowledge. After all, although there are few nobles on Sishang, there are still envoys from various countries. The young man who exclaimed may be from some villages and villages in remote places.

Shu knelt and looked up, and saw an old man wearing a crown standing in the car, then lowered his head and continued to think about the doubts just now.

He doesn't learn etiquette, and he can't tell the other party's status from the clothes and crowns, but he doesn't take it seriously no matter how noble he is.

His father had captured the king, and he had heard a lot of stories like this since he was a child, and heard his father bragging too much about how the king of Yue was captured after drinking, I am afraid that only Zhou Tianzi might surprise him.

While lowering his head in thought, his eyes glanced across the road inadvertently, and he saw the crowd avoiding them. Some local people who were walking well on the road pushing the ink carts to pull grain pushed the carts to the side of the road one after another, lowered their heads and hid their faces, not daring to look directly at them.

There were also those who had no time to give way, and hurriedly threw away the ink carts and ran to the side of the road to stand. Although the road was not too narrow, the carriages were in the middle of the road. This involved etiquette, status, rank, face, and hundreds of years of habit fear under the hierarchy.

(End of this chapter)