warring states careerist

Chapter 674
Her thoughts are always weird, and she wanders too far from time to time, and her thoughts become fast, but they all end up around dreams in the end.

Back in the city, the largest pile of houses is the temporary residence of these people here. It has been five years since Zhao Wugong built Yunzhong City. some houses.

The outside of the house is a wall made of mud, and the innermost room is the residence of several girls. It is the only medical center in Yunzhong City that can treat some simple diseases by the back door.

The Mohist in the medical hall came early, and now he is married and living here.

There are three other women who live with Shu Junzi, some of whom have studied medicine, or are teachers here, and one is in charge of accounts.

There are unspoken rules within the Mohist school. For the few occupations that do not have physical advantages, women are generally the first at the same level, such as teachers, accountants, etc.

The house they lived in was quite good in Yunzhong City, but it was far worse than some brick-structured houses in Sishang City.

The gentleman pushed open the wooden door tied with a layer of hay and entered the house. In the dark interior, there was only some light from the wall near the east. It was a simple stove near the wall.

In some masonry houses in Gaoliu, the flue of the stove usually goes through the middle partition, so that the whole house will be warm.

However, the population here in Yunzhong is still small, the industry and commerce are underdeveloped, the land is vast, and there are not so many industrial and commercial manpower, so it is impossible to build a hollow partition wall for hot smoke that requires certain skills. In the east, half of the heat actually goes outside, which is really a waste but there is not much to do about it.

A small iron pot was placed on the fire, covered with a lid made of reeds, and hot water was being boiled in it, and four pottery cups that had been waiting for a long time were placed beside it.

The concubine went to his bed, took out a small box with patent leather from a cloth bag made of hard linen, carefully squeezed out a small amount of tea, put it in his cup, and asked who was there next to him? The teacher, who was reading a booklet by the fire, asked, "What are you looking at?"

The female teacher closed the few pages of thin paper, shook them in front of the firelight, rubbed her red eyes a little, and said, "I'm reading "Poetry and Novels."

At this time, there is already the name of a novel, which is called a novel, but it is actually a story.

The so-called "novel writers are based on barnyard officials; street talk is created by hearsayers" is actually somewhat similar to what Qiuguan Xiao Situ did, that is, collecting some stories in the market, but adding spread.

The common man has read this book, but it actually tells some stories in the "Book of Songs", and uses the words of the market to write some widely sung "Poems" into detailed stories that everyone in the city likes to hear.

The first few stories in it are suitable for writing, using many strange techniques at this time, such as "heart way", "heart thought" and some psychological descriptions, and later some "leisure" classes in Sishang learned I am trying to write some stories, they are all short, but they have more or less the appearance of market literature.

The female teacher closed the broken booklet that had been circulated countless times, and suddenly asked: "You said that Chi Chi, the rascal, hugged Bumausi, and he became like that in the end. It's really unpredictable. How about that?" Women are also suffering..."

As soon as the gentleman heard it, he knew that what she was reading should be the short story adapted from "Wei Feng, Gangster". He couldn't help but think of the two gentlemen who were said to be appropriate when he was in the school "Female Virtue" class. A word said.

"Dreams are good, but money is important. You can't dream without money."

She remembered that when she was in school, her female Mr. Virtue also told herself the chapter "Rogue", using the rewritten short story as an example, and couldn't help recalling the words she learned at that time: " If she had money and could support herself, she would have separated from her man a long time ago. It doesn’t matter if she finds another man who treats her well or lives alone. money."

"If you don't have money, what can you do? Either you have no choice but to go back, or you will go back to your mother's house and be punished for the rest of your life, so you have an extra mouth to eat."

"When we were taking the "Female Virtue" class in Sishang, my husband once said that the virtue of a woman should be self-improvement. There was no chance at first, but now it is given a chance. Our Mohist revolutionized the world. After all, there are some women who can do it. It’s a very good thing. I think the woman’s hard life in "Mang" can only be solved by changing the world."

Regarding this point, the female teacher agreed very much, and said: "So I always thought, if one day the world does not change, we are going to fail, and I can only choose to die."

The gentleman smiled slightly, lifted the lid of the pot made of reeds, poured some water into the pottery cup, brewed the rationed tea, and held the cup with both hands, when he was about to say something, someone knocked on the door.

After calling out to come in, a young man held something in his hand and said, "This month's rations."

The young man was a local, and after putting down the four packages, he took out a note for the people inside to sign, looked at the four bulging packages with some puzzlement and asked, "Why do you women have more rations than us? We only have a little tea, a small bar of soap, a bristle toothbrush every two years, a few pieces of sugar every season, and a few pieces of paper...Why do you have so many? What's in them?"

When the two women in the room heard this, their faces flushed slightly, and they waved at the young man and said, "Go, go...send it to someone else."

The young man didn't know why, so he left with a grunt. The two girls opened their respective packages, took out some daily necessities from inside, and carefully put away some cotton cloth belts allocated to the girls.

Just after tidying up, someone knocked on the door again. After letting him in, the other person said: "It will be Mid-Autumn Festival in a few days. This year's dinner party needs to be well prepared. From tomorrow onwards, I will go to the kitchen to help. A sum of money, we must do this matter well."

The two agreed, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "The days really go by so fast, it will be Mid-Autumn Festival soon."

Mid-autumn is a seasonal year, and there is no Mid-Autumn Festival at this time.

The development of Mohism outside of Sishang has used many methods similar to religion, such as occasional dinners and lectures, etc. This is a secret regime and organizational model hidden under the official regime.

Relying on teaching to build houses, disseminating crops, promoting technology, etc., and relying on dinner parties, lectures, applying amulets to treat diseases, loans, etc., a complete set of other organizations of the uncrowned king under the formal regime has been formed.

In each of the four seasons of the year, a large dinner party is held every season. It may not be very good to eat, but in the process of dinner party, people can get closer to each other and make people find another form of organization outside the family. The way Mohism spread in remote areas.

Of course, the money has to come from the profits from the trade of ironware and horses, and donations from the public are not allowed, because the Mohist industry is enough to spend these small money, which is insignificant compared to military expenditures and education expenditures.

There are thousands of people in the entire cloud, excluding these surveyors, there are actually only fifty or sixty real Mohists, but the people from peripheral organizations basically include most of the people in the cloud: in fact, there are two sets of laws and regulations in the cloud, Two sets of orders, even two sets of governments.

The former belonged to the legitimate Zhao State, the latter was a secret organization, and the mobilization ability of the latter was far better than that of the former.

Just as the punishment of Deng Xizhu replaced the original decrees of the State of Zheng, some decrees and trials of the Mohist basically replaced the decrees of the State of Zhao here.

The difference is that Deng Xi only had disciples and no army, so he was punished by Zichan.

But the Mo family has money, an army, and the power to beat Tian Qi just now, no one dares to care about it.

In autumn, the busy farming season is about to begin, and we organized it before the busy farming season to adjust the mutual help during the busy farming season.

But this time it seems that a lot of money has been allocated, and it is not that simple to guess.

In the early morning of the second day, people in the entire courtyard were busy, and some local women in the cloud also came to help. The steaming heat of slaughtering sheep and skinning and the constant flow of people made the city in the cloud extremely lively, far better than the previous vitality.

The stronghold of the Mohists in Yunzhong City is very obvious, so obvious that if they really plan to expel or massacre the Mohists, they will be sure to catch one.

Mills, medical halls, warehouses, salt and iron grocery stores, literacy night schools... These are all places that don't need to be verified.

Mid-autumn arrived, and Cloud City became busy around these places.

For people like Shujunzi, this is considered a holiday. The winter is too cold, and those surveying and mapping people have to rest.

I must still study in winter, because today a team from Gaoliu brought a cart full of books, which should be some new content and new resolutions from Sishang.

In the kitchen, the concubine was making a face-to-face conversation with the people next to him about winter study, and a few people outside called her and seven or eight people by name.

After washing her hands and going out, she received another big package, which was heavy.

"You should read the books sent over from Sishang for yourself first. If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask when you return to Sishang next year."

The news revealed by these words made these people happy, and they couldn't help asking: "Are you going back to Sishang next year?"

The life outside is really hard, the person who sent the message smiled and said: "You will know when the time comes."

After accepting the package, I went back to the place where I lived and opened it. There was a large stack of thick paper and a few new books that were obviously just printed and smelled of thick ink.

The titles of the three new books on the top would be very strange to others, but for a gentleman who has learned a lot in Sishang School, it is easy to understand.

"Like Yuan Shao Guang Shu", "On the Winning and Losing of Gaming with the Law of Nine Numbers" and "Elementary Equation and Numbers' Virtuality and Reality".

(End of this chapter)