warring states careerist

Chapter 678

Open the two booklets, through the small ink characters, after a little reading, you can feel the strong taste of Mohism.

In fact, it is not just the taste of the Mohists, but the taste of this era.

A large number of complicated examples, metaphors, inferences, stories... This is a common method used by scholars at this time. The articles are detailed and meaningful, but the writing is not too gorgeous.

Many examples and stories are comprehensible and seductive to the scholar class in the market.

It’s just that it differs from other schools of thought in that it is based on various argumentation methods based on the Mohist dialectical system, including some very fixed “dialectical terms”, such as the “tense” and “jishi… ...then" and other specific expressions.

In recent years, Mohism has been inclusive but strictly adheres to the bottom line. Since the debate on "Tang Wen" with Lie Yukou and others, the various schools have been influencing each other and absorbing each other.

The Guanzi School proposed the meaning of money and the concept of equivalents, and the Mohists outside of the Guanzi School completed further elaborations.

The millennium-old civilization of the Shang and Zhou Dynasties serves as the soil, and the hundreds of schools that suddenly bloom as the seeds seem to be in full bloom.

Experts can know whether the principles in the text are useful or not just by looking at them. The specially sent ink artist immersed himself in it, tried to move his eyes away, and closed the two booklets.

After carefully putting it away, he praised: "In the past, Zi Mozi said that when you know the will of heaven, once the three things are printed in cheap characters, grass and silk, the will of heaven that you can understand is like millet seeds, which can be sown in spring and harvested in autumn. "

"This time Sishang sent a lot of books again. I think there are many discoveries about Tianzhi there."

"Mid-Autumn in the Clouds, Autumn in the world. Yu Tianzhi's knowledge, the autumn of harvest has come! It's really gratifying. If Zi Mozi knew it, he would definitely praise it."

Guogang smiled, raised his head and looked at the oil-soaked window paper on the window, and sighed: "I don't think this is autumn. Do you think those are fruits? In fact, they are not. Those knowledge may just be the sprouts of spring. The fern can break the ground, and the day when a hundred flowers bloom and become fruitful has not yet come.”

"But since the grass and trees have sprouted, can the strong autumn be far behind?"

"You said that mid-autumn in the clouds, autumn in the world; but I said, spring in the clouds, spring in the world."

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Guogang's so-called spring and autumn are all metaphors.

In fact, the moon of mid-autumn has passed in the state of Zhao. It does not mean that the other places in the state of Zhao are not in mid-autumn, but the places in Zhao near Gaoliu are much colder than those in Sishang.

On behalf of the land, the height is the foot of the mountain.

There was frost in the morning.

A group of people stepped forward on the dry grass covered with frost.

The clothes of these people are very strange, most of them are dressed in fancy clothes, they look like nobles.

It's just that the costumes on their bodies are already dirty, and many people's hair is loose and hasn't been washed for many days.

Even before the Sishang soap was introduced to Zhao, the nobles would bathe frequently, so they would never get so dirty.

A woman with disheveled hair in the crowd was talking to a child beside her.

"Cang Cangcang, Bailu is frost. The so-called Yiren are on the water side."

Every time the woman reads a sentence, a younger child beside her will read a sentence along with her, and the pronunciation is exactly the elegant sound of the authentic aristocratic circle.

The woman obviously seldom walked such a long distance, especially when she didn't take a car. She was obviously exhausted, and she walked with a slight limp, which was tired.

But even so, he still gently grabbed a reed leaf from the pile of reeds next to him with his delicate palm and said: "The reeds that have never had flocs are called 璹, and the reeds that have just sprouted are called Jia. What is a Yiren? Virtue, etiquette, righteousness, trustworthiness...a gentleman should ask for this Iraqi."

The child beside him nodded and said, "Mother, I wrote it down. Listen to me and read it to you again... Jian Jia Cang Cang..."

Not far away, the concubine Mi was riding on a horse. She couldn't understand what those people were muttering there, but she didn't ask any more questions.

From the woman's smiling face, he seemed to see his mother on his deathbed. Sometimes the language may be difficult, but the emotions can always resonate.

Behind him was a long queue, most of whom were dressed like this.

A soldier behind the concubine Mie came to him on horseback and spat out, "These people don't know how to farm or weave. Even if they go to Gaoliu, they still eat for nothing?"

"Then Zhao Hou is not a good thing, he put these people on us. Can they not hate me? Isn't this adding trouble to us?"

The concubine Mi curled her lips, thinking of the unpleasant and unpleasant banquet before, and hummed: "Marquis Zhao can't be considered beneficial to the world. It's just... there is no way."

"He wants to destroy the whole family of those rebels, but there are always some children among these people, and that is not a crime. According to the Mohist law, these people don't deserve to die."

"You're right. Marquis Zhao did it on purpose. He punished them as slaves. He also said that they shouldn't die according to the Mohist law. Then these people will follow us to Gaoliu and let us deal with them."

The soldier said: "Company commander, these people hate us. They all think that if it weren't for us, their father, grandfather and brothers would not die, they would not be implicated, and there would be no disaster for the barbarians. The people who camped yesterday Sometimes, a few people stared at me viciously, we are not allowed to beat and swear, and I couldn't understand what they said, really..."

The concubine Mi laughed and said: "Can you not hate? The son's dynasty was in chaos, and we came forward to defeat the son's dynasty. These people were defeated, dead, captives, and the rest of the old and young widows. They know what the world is? They Knowing that my family father, brother, and husband died at our hands, how can we not hate it?"

"It's okay to hate us, it proves that we did the right thing. You see, they hate us, those fiefs who were granted land, didn't they thank us?"

"There are so many people who hate me, why am I not living a good life? Hu people hate me, Que and Jun hate me, and I forced the son to die. Who can love and not hate?"

The concubine Mi looked back at the hundreds of people who had been degraded from the nobility and punished as slaves, slaves, and servants, and they were actually quite dissatisfied.

These people know neither farming nor weaving, so what's the use of going to Gaoliu?

In Mohism's morality and reasoning of Heaven's will, these people are moths, and they have a natural disdain for these people.

Zhao Hou solved the chaos of the son dynasty, and the Mohist family was the one he had to beware of. A large number of descendants of the nobles who were implicated were sentenced to the Yi nationality, and this was the army of the Mohist family.

At that time, there was a chorus in the court. Some people said that the crime was due to the Yi people, and gave the example of cutting the weeds and eradicating the roots.

But immediately some people said that Zhao Hou's pacification of the rebellion depended on the power of the Mohist school, using the Mohist law, taking the person as the body, not the clan, so these people should be exempted from death, and let them follow the Mohist school to learn the principles of benefiting the people reason.

The one song and one harmony is meant for the Mo family to listen to, which is to force the Mo family to accept these people: Zhao Hou can accept the Yi people, and everyone in the world thinks it is normal, and it has always been like this; but the Mo family cannot allow the Yi people, because the Mo family’s righteous Standing too high, if the Mo family opposes the Yi people, then the blame lies with the Mo family, duplicity.

In this case, they had no choice but to accept this group of people and send them to Gaoliu first.

Mohists in Zhaodi were dissatisfied with this matter, and they did not agree with it at first, so they held a fraternity meeting to discuss this matter.

Mohists in Zhaodi are composed of complex people. There are Hu people from Daidi, young people from Sishang, tourists from other countries, and fugitive Zhao people who are peasants. The hatred for the nobles is not a day or two.

But in the end, it was Hu Feizi who came forward to reason, and Qu Jiang came forward to persuade everyone, and finally he was able to agree to this matter.

Except that the Mohist law takes people as the main body and does not take the family as the main body of the law, Mohism also has to accept these people morally.

Because the Mohist "Fei Ming" also opposes the theory of blood lineage that "the noble will always be noble, and the humble will always be humble".

Since it is not recognized that "the noble will always be noble, and the humble will always be humble", then we have to admit that "silverfish originate from the system, not passed down from father to son".

In other words, the reason why nobles are silverfish is not because they are born silverfish. If that is the case, "the noble will always be noble, and the humble will always be humble" is correct.

The reason why they are silverfish comes from the system of feudalism, which allows them to get three hundred hu of millet without harvesting.

As long as the foundation of their existence is broken, their offspring may not be silverfish, but may become people who work hard for food, clothing and prosperity.

This is the Mohist's internal morality and logical deduction under its debate system, so this is the only way to deal with these people.

The follow-up negotiations between the Mo family and Marquis Zhao are still going on, and the population of those promised to migrate to Yunzhong and Jiuyuan is still being counted, and this group of noble clansmen will go to Gaoliu first.

There was constant resentment along the way, just as Shu Pu Mi thought, it is impossible for these people not to hate them, if it were not for the Mohists, they felt that they would not have such a miserable situation: if the son's dynasty succeeds, the ones who should be purged should be the son Chapter one.

These people did not think that the Yi clan was wrong, but that the Yi clan was wrong, so the Mohist family, which caused the failure of the Gongzi Dynasty, became the object of their hatred the most.

The concubine Mi didn't care, he didn't like this group of people, he also attended Zhaohou's banquet, in his eyes, even if he was as expensive as Zhaohou, he was just a small person with narrow vision, they didn't understand what the world was.

Complaints are complaints, disdain is disdain, but since the order has been issued, he can only choose to execute it.

Before dark, we have to prepare board and lodging, and there is nothing delicious on the way, just some cooked wheat grains and some pickles.

The woman who taught her children to sing "Jia Jia" was holding an earthen pot full of wheat grains, swallowing the rough food with all her might.

The older child next to him coughed again and again, spit out the coarse and hard-to-swallow wheat, threw the crock pot on the ground, and cursed: "Wheat, the food of the bitch! It's hard to swallow, I can't eat it."

The child who had just learned Jianjia also cried, "Mother, I want to eat preserved deer, but I can't swallow this."

(End of this chapter)