Si Xingzi Xu and Huang Yueling each used different ways to decide the fate of many people, whether they lived or died.

They don't take into account people they don't know.

When Mozi asked Gongzaoye to break the arm of the little nobleman with a sword in the village community, he would not consider the fate of the village farmer Sangsheng who went to Songcheng to offer treasures.

Not the same, not similar.

Sang Sheng did not get the three Yi gold that he wanted, and the nobleman had promised, so he was driven out of the stable.

Walking on the streets of Shangqiu in despair, many people who had seen him in a frenzied manner yesterday were pointing behind his back.

Or mocking, or asking.

Sang Sheng didn't want to say a word, feeling that it was a little dark in front of him.

Obviously, the sun is still hanging in the sky, but it always feels like a layer of morning mist by the Song River, and I can't see it clearly.

The buzzing sound in my ears was like the murmur of mosquitoes flying overhead during summer work, and I tried to slap my hands but there was nothing, and the buzzing sound continued to be unstoppable.

The three Yi gold has never been obtained, so it cannot be said to be lost.

But the cattle that were used by the nearby wheat and the village community and the seeds that could be planted in a few years were once in front of us, but now they are really lost.

To live is not only material, but also to communicate with people that is different from beasts.

If he got his hands on the gold, he could flee to a place that did not belong to the public land, no longer fulfill the military and labor obligations of the village community, buy some private land, and start a new life.

The new life is not only the private land he bought, but also the people near the private land who don't know how he got the three Yi gold.

There, he was still that strong, sturdy Sangsheng; Instead of the betrayed and rejected Sangsheng after returning to the village community.

He wants to be a neighbor who likes, but he also wants to live well.

The best thing he could think of was to sell his former neighbors and go to a place where no one knew him to be a good man.

Now, the new is not coming, and the old will be lost.

It wasn't a long road, he walked for a long time, went around for a long time, squatted down for a long time, rested for a long time, and looked forward to becoming permanent for a long time.

He was driven away at dawn and lingered in front of the village community before the sun set.

In the same amount of time, it is enough to carry heavy firewood and grass on your back for two round-trips.

In the distance, the cries of children could be heard, the shouts of parents calling their children back to eat, and the cries of the cow that had been bought and lent to their eight families could still be heard.

Sang Sheng squatted under a tree, and somehow suddenly thought that next month it was his turn to feed the cattle, and if he couldn't feed the ploughed land well, he would have to go backwards.

The cow is not its own cow, but it is a cow that can be used by itself.

He had seen cows, and he had seen them before Shi came to this village to gamble with Gongsun Ze.

But the cows were not his, nor were they available to him. Although it also needs to be fed, it is only a military endowment.

Thinking of the cow and seeing the wheat beside him, Sang Sheng's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Yes! It's all because of him! He didn't come, I was just a farmer in a village community, plowing and dividing the fields, giving birth to children and children, and recruiting for war. How good it was back then, I never thought I could have a better life. I have always believed that wealth and poverty are destined! Destiny is destined, where will I have ambition? ”

"It's him! He was the one who taught me that there was another way to live. It's like those pigs in a pigsty, how can they think of running outside until they have seen a wild boar? ”

"It's him! Let me be like this, otherwise I wouldn't be like this. If it weren't for him, I would still be the Sangsheng that everyone in the village community thinks is very energetic, not the Sangsheng who is hated after going back like this! ”

"Who does he think he is? Why did he make me dare to think about things that I didn't dare to think about before? I blame him for being like this! ”

"It was he who let me know that farmers can eat corn every day instead of wild vegetables in the spring and summer! It was what he said about the Promised Land that made me want to live that kind of life! ”

"When I was in the village community before, I never thought about this, poverty and wealth were meant to be, he had to say that it was not destined, he was lying to me!"

"Look! Am I still poor? He said it wasn't fate? He's lying! Lie to me! Lie to everyone in the village community! ”

"Don't blame me for this! Don't blame me! I wasn't wrong! I wasn't wrong! ”

"If it weren't for him, I would only know that the village community is the size of the sky, and I would never dare to think about things that I never thought about half a year ago."

"I originally believed that poverty and wealth were destined, how could I dare to have such thoughts at that time? It was because I believed his undestined words that I had evil thoughts in my heart, he was a ghost! It's a demon! It's a demon that has crept into people's hearts! ”

At first, I just thought about it, but in the end, after blaming all this on Shi's body, I seemed to suddenly understand it and shouted out loudly.

The more you shout, the more powerful it becomes, the more you shout, the more you believe, and in the end, you don't even need a reason to suddenly open up and understand it, only a sentence of resentment remains, which fills your heart, echoes in your ears, and is crazy on your face.

People are always like that.

Perhaps, he just wants others to think that he is crazy, even if it is to laugh at himself.

Compared with the disgust of the people in the village community who couldn't do without, he would rather others follow him and say that he was crazy, at least then there was a trace of pity in that way.

Disgust and ridicule, when people have difficulty breaking the game and can only choose one of the two, they will always choose madness and stupidity in exchange for ridicule.

Perhaps, when doing so, the person who does it often does not know what he is doing, or it may be just a kind of self-protection hidden deep in the heart of the social animal. Wild dogs will take care of the foolish ones in the pack, but they will never take care of those who bite back.

Sang Sheng may have felt that if he returned to the village community by shouting like this, the people of the village community would only tell his wife pitifully...... Sang Sheng is crazy.

That's for the best.

So he screamed louder, walked faster, fell harder, and shouted louder.

Covered with sweat on the ground, he did not hesitate to fall on a piece of cow dung left by the children who collected dung, and then stood up and ran back to the village with a crazy smile.

He thought that the people in the village community would scold him, that there would be children chasing him and beating him with stones, or that it would be better if someone shouted that Sang Sheng was crazy and ran back to tell everyone in the village.

But he didn't see a pair of eyes staring at him from his eyes, which were a little dark from shouting.

The people of the village community just glanced at him and went about their business with their heads down—the children were busy reciting the three words they had learned today, the men were busy carrying the stones that had been pulled from the mountain, and the women were busy weaving reed mats that were said to be a new bean food.

They are all working hard for the paradise they have heard and dreamed of, and who cares about someone who doesn't want it?

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In the village community, Shi Zheng and an inker stonemason named Stone Cone were busy there.

The pulled back stone is covered with spiraling, rifling-like lines of charcoal, along which a hard chisel is carving traces that allow wheat flour and soy milk to flow out.

Shi stopped what he was doing, raised his head, looked at Sang Sheng, who was still shouting in the distance but his voice was getting quieter and quieter, smiled and shook his head.

He knew that he would arrange a fate for Sang Sheng that he would never forget, a fate that was worse than death.

Sang Sheng is a farmer in the village community of Yutian, and he can't escape without money. And he will be in this place where he can't escape and can't leave, so that Sang Sheng will never forget this thing for the rest of his life.

After Mozi had a long talk with him yesterday, he suddenly mentioned something.

Mozi said that he would stay in this village community for three or five days with a few Mozi people, so that Shi would do and talk as usual.

Mozi wanted to see and hear with his own eyes.

Everything must always be in line with the top and bottom, and if it is different from what is said in the usual days in the right days, then these people in the village community will definitely have some doubts and ask why they are different from what they usually say.

In this way, Mozi wanted to observe Shi for the last time, and he also wanted to hear with his own ears whether the things Shi talked about were in line with Mozi's morality.

He believes that with his experience in his seventies, he can always hear the truth and distinguish the contradictory.

Perhaps, Mozi also wants to see if he can deal with some things in the right way, and the way to deal with them is in line with Mozi's morality.

Although the village community is small, there are always many things.

After arriving here, the grassroots organization of the original autonomous village community was divided into two layers.

On the first level, there was the semi-autonomous system of peasants and soldiers, which had little control over the original system of the Song state, and only had the right to levy taxes and conscription labor and military obligations.

On the other level, there is a collection of people who believe that a happy land can be realized, and who meet regularly and listen to suitable storytelling, which is integrated with the original village community autonomy and mutual help neighborhood life.

This village community is a village community under the public land grant system, not a village under private land, and the Song State does not have the grassroots control ability of the Qin State that changed the law decades later, and there is no written law, so the village community has a high degree of autonomy.

Even if it is a matter of murder, it is resolved through negotiation within the village community, or revenge on its own.

In any case, there are no land disputes in the village community under the land grant system, and the collective labor is also the payment of labor rent, which has nothing to do with the rest of the members of the village community, and there is no irreconcilable contradiction between the people of the village community.

Military endowment and servitude are not the appropriate scope of power.

However, life, production, neighborhood relations, culture and education are basically in the hands of the suitable.

A well-established autonomous village community is bound to be a combination of the two.

But he cleverly used the people gathered in the Promised Land to quietly take away the power of the other half of the village.

Military endowment and labor service are not something that can be decided by the village community. Stripped of these things that could not be decided, the real political center of the village community was the humble hut covered with reed mats.

Especially after most of the people in the village community have believed that the Promised Land can be realized, and even after the original village elders have joined in, the collection of people who believe that the Promised Land can be realized is basically equivalent to the village community, which means that everything that the village community can decide is actually in the hands of those who are suitable and close to it.

This is a hidden seizure of power, and if one day the military endowment and labor are not in the hands of the Song State, the regulars in this earthen house can completely take over the power of the village community overnight, and the people of the village community will not have any discomfort.

This is an appropriate attempt, an attempt to change from the top down of the Qin state, which is much more difficult than the Qin state, but it is also much more effective, and it is also the only way to master a power that belongs to oneself and not to the monarch.

The reform of the Qin State only needs a large number of small officials, and this kind of attempt requires a group of grassroots personnel who have dreams at least in the early stage.

I know what Mozi wants to see, but what he does on weekdays, whether his words and deeds are consistent and consistent.

However, what I want Mozi to see is what he can do, what is the effect of his words and deeds, and to what extent.

Therefore, Sang Sheng's matter, he must come forward to solve it, and it must be solved perfectly:

Sang Sheng is not an ink person, so it cannot be judged by the reward and punishment of the ink person; Shi is not a nobleman, so he can't dispose of Sangsheng at will, and he can't use methods such as fines and forced labor.

But he had to put Sang Sheng under some kind of punishment in an unconventional sense in order to determine the authority of the future power of the village community.

At the same time, it is necessary to convince people inside and outside the village community that they have not exceeded their authority, and within the scope of not exceeding their authority, so that Sang Sheng will never forget it.

It also makes others dare not forget and cannot forget.