Nothing to do today.

Many people are relieved that the clouds have been thick for too long, and today is the best news.

When the tin kettle maker ushered in his second customer today, the sigh of today's nothing was finally interrupted.

The bustling bazaar was full of people, and suddenly there was a heavy brass bell.

The craftsman who was picking up the second tin pot, like several craftsmen next to him, listened to the copper bell in the distance and hurriedly put the tin pot down.

"I'm sorry, the craftsman will have something, I'm going. If you don't go, you won't go. ”

This copper bell is a signal within the Craftsmen's Association, thinking that the Craftsmen's Association is not a charitable organization, but an organization similar to a guild, which involves everyone's interests, if you don't go, you will be expelled from the Craftsmen's Association, even if you have some skills, but you can't accommodate yourself with your own craftsmanship in Shangqiu City.

Not far away is a place where the members of the Craftsmen's Guild gather every year to listen to the storytelling, and these craftsmen are obliged to serve in their youth and have received a certain amount of military training, which has been a rule and custom since the coup d'état twenty years ago, and is itself a tradition of the Chinese people.

When the bell rang, the tinpot maker packed up his burden, apologized to the man who was waiting to go back to boil water, and hurried to the room not far away.

When I arrived, there were already quite a few people.

"Something went wrong......"

As soon as the craftsmen entered, they felt the tense atmosphere, and more than a dozen strong men with flint spears stood in the doorway, with the red curtains that the samurai liked to wear on their heads wrapped around their arms.

The short sword made of iron bars glowed black and fierce at the muzzle of the flint gun, and more than a dozen strong men wore very common short browns, and they were all dressed normally by craftsmen, but they were clearly regular soldiers.

It seems that there is some chaos in the courtyard, but in fact it is well organized, and according to the division of labor of different artisan trades, there are special people in charge.

"The tinsmiths are here ......"

Someone shouted in the distance, someone at the door was in charge of registration, the tin pot maker was very familiar with this set of actions, skillfully reported his name, received a note with his name written on it and pasted it on his flat shoulder, next to a special person in charge of guarding.

He laid down his pole and squeezed towards the place where the tinsmiths' guild was, where the names were already being counted.

Just as the names were being counted, a violent explosion was heard outside.

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In the southwest of Shangqiu, after defending the city 20 years ago, the Mo family was able to exist in Shangqiu, where the transfer machine and bed crossbow were manufactured; Today, it has been transformed into a large carpentry workshop.

Hundreds of carpentry craftsmen are solemnly receiving the weapons they have just put down for less than two years, most of these carpenter craftsmen are fugitive serfs who fled to Sishang from other places, and after serving in the army, they have also learned a lot of crafts, and many people have been arranged in these carpentry workshops after retiring.

Most of them are people who fled from the Song Kingdom to Sishang, and many of them are people from the vicinity of Shangqiu, and they also like to be able to return to Shangqiu to live in such an identity.

This large woodworking workshop is a typical Mohist official workshop, because there is a democratic centralism in the workshop, there are also representatives of the Mo, and by the way, there are weapons.

Such a scene was played out in the courtyards of the nearby carpentry workshops, mills, blacksmiths' workshops, etc., and soon four fully equipped companies of foot soldiers were formed.

Company commanders and company representatives themselves exist; The members of the workers' committee spontaneously became members of the soldiers' committee, the two cannons were dragged out of the carpentry workshop's warehouse, and the technicians, who had been in charge of measuring and inspecting the woodwork, picked up the pushrods and protractors needed for the cannons without hesitation.

Too much has been said about the righteousness of weekdays, and the hatred of fleeing has not yet dissipated, and the feelings of the locals in Shangqiu have always been hidden in their hearts.

This time there was no need to preach anything, just read out an "urgent order from the Shangqiu Special Committee", ordering them to return to service immediately.

"Companies inspect gunpowder and buckshot!"

Originally, the person in charge of the workshop and the former company commander gave an order, and the rearmed soldiers did not touch their guns for a year or two, but now they do not feel strange when they touch it again.

After fleeing to Sishang, they were organized together, and after retiring, they went to the workshop to do carpenter work, and the establishment has always been there.

Soon, four fully equipped infantry companies set off from the southwest corner of Shangqiu City, and explosions were already heard in the distance.

After a brief period of chaos, many people poured into the streets, either to collect weapons, or to build barricades under the leadership of some invisible grassroots leaders, and many people spontaneously followed behind these soldiers.

This team of more than 600 people sounded the least passionate and least passionate among the military organizations organized in Shangqiu City at this time.

But on the contrary, they are the most combative.

The man leading the way led the procession through road after road, past house after house.

In many places, the people have been organized, and people wearing red armbands are maintaining order in the city, just as they were when they defended the city twenty years ago, and various orders such as fire prevention have begun to be implemented in an orderly manner.

Gunshots were already heard in the distance, and the person in charge of the Shangqiu region soon appeared in front of the team with some high-ranking ink artists in Shangqiu, along with several noble carriages.

A preemptive insurrection has begun.

The people of several neighborhoods have been mobilized, erected barricades, distributed weapons, and confronted the Imperial Father's clan and the noble private soldiers in the city under the organization of the Ink Men mixed in.

They cordoned off several streets in order to allow the formed force to reach the palace area quickly and unaffected.

The barricades near the palace area have also been prepared, and the Mo family has demolished a lot of houses, and directly made it clear that they will give money in the future.

Since it was decided to strike first, and knowing the time of the emperor's father Yue Ling, in Shangqiu, the place where the Mo family started, these ink people hidden in Shangqiu City quickly let the emperor's father Yue Ling know what organization and planning are.

The first few loud explosions came from the mansion of the imperial father, and four heavy iron thunderbolts were thrown into the courtyard of the imperial father's family, and two carriages filled with gunpowder at the door blew up the courtyard of the imperial father's family.

When the reaction of the imperial father was delayed, the soldiers in the various workshops had also been armed, and they quickly advanced towards the palace.

The private soldiers of the Dai clan who were notified were dead, and they took the lead in engaging the private soldiers of the imperial father clan near the palace, and the organized people also began to build barricades in an organized manner.

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Inside the Song Palace.

Song Gongzitian listened to the explosion outside, looked at the flustered attendants, and poured himself a drink with a calm face.

More than 20 years ago, he just succeeded to the throne after his father's death, like a rampant crab, he only felt that he was in power, his father was really incompetent, today's dynasty and Jin, tomorrow's ministers, without the dignity of the king of a country, nor the arrogance of the descendants of Yin Shang.

More than 20 years later, he has been a puppet for many years, like a shrinking turtle, calm and calm, quite indifferent to the collapse of Mount Tai in front of him, regardless of national politics, just drinking and having fun.

At this time, there were still some traces of wine that had not been dried up, which was evidence of his panic when the explosion sounded at the beginning.

But soon, the attendants reported that the Dai clan had resisted when they heard that the imperial father's clan wanted to kill the Dai clan who had asked for the people's life, and that after the attendants were sure that they had seen the Dai clan's flag and family emblem on the outer wall of the palace, Zitian's slight panic was gone.

At first, he panicked, he thought that the Mo family was going to take Song.

After hearing that it was the Dai clan that caused the incident, Zitian did not panic in the slightest, but breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as it is not the Mo family who wants to take Song, as long as the Dai family comes forward, he will still do it.

Twenty years ago, he was a puppet under the imperial father's family, and now it is not the same as being a puppet under another person, as long as he can ensure his own interests and life and the status of Song Gong.

As for the ambitions of 20 years ago, they have long since vanished.

He also saw it.

After King Wu destroyed the Shang Dynasty, the place that the Song State was divided into was not dangerous to defend, a plain, surrounded by all the concubines, and it was clearly to beware of the descendants of the Yin Shang of the Song State.

Now that the world of great controversy has come, the Song State is sandwiched between Qi, Wei, Han, Chu and Sishang, where can there be anything to do?

Externally, there is no possibility of rising up and regaining the ambition of the public, and internally, after the coup d'état 20 years ago, there is no possibility of taking power by the sidelines.

After the Mo family got involved in that year, they came up with the system of consulting the government and the national political discussion, which institutionalized the aristocratic republic of the "three surnames co-governance" that existed in the Song Kingdom, and the aristocratic republic was mixed with many conditions for the people to discuss politics, and the nobles were happy to such a system, and the power and influence of the people were increasing day by day.

The so-called "sacrifice in the widow, government in the government court", Song Gong has no other power except for the duty of sacrificing the community.

Twenty years of peace in the Song Kingdom caused the princes of the sub-family to begin to degenerate, indulging in wine and wealth, and had little interest in such things as regaining the power of the princes from the side branches.

Twenty years ago, when the coup d'état, there were still real gentlemen like Gongsun Ze, who ate the king's Lu and died for the king.

Twenty years later, where are there still such gentlemen, there is only a group of low-level nobles who are either thinking about how to get rich, how to enter politics, or how to benefit the world.

As a monarch, only the right and obligation of sacrifice remains, which also means that he no longer has real power.

The guards in the palace, how many people from the imperial father's family, how many secret inkers, and how many people from the Dai family, he didn't bother to care, and he couldn't care about it.

At this moment, looking at his wife and concubine who were trembling with fright, and looking at the children who were secretly crying on the side, Zitian looked calm.

After another glass of wine, he said to several trusted attendants beside him: "Close the door of the palace, stand on the inner wall and observe, whoever wins, open the door." ”

With that, he picked up a pen and wrote a line on a piece of paper.

"The palace door is closed, and the winner enters. Those who trespass will bear the name of killing the king, and I will die. ”

If the Mo family really wants to engage in the big event of everyone choosing a sage as the Son of Heaven on an equal footing, he will naturally not be able to be the Duke of Song.

But if not, it is still necessary for me to live, I have no right or soldier, but it is precisely this life that can deter others.

After writing these words, he took a heavy seal, and printed on this piece of paper the only trace that could prove that he was Song Gong.

After the attendant left with the paper, he got up and said to his wife and concubines and children: "Why are you depressed today?" ”

After that, he pointed to a handan Ji who was silent there and said: "I'm here to hit the festival, and you can have a tiptoe dance, and the cannons and gunshots outside can be fun, isn't it magnificent?" ”

With that, he slapped his palms on the desk, shaking his head and hitting the fast-paced beat, and several musicians next to him also hurriedly played.

Outside, there were bursts of gunfire, such as the sound of popping beans when every household in Shangqiu had risen in recent years during the startling solar term.

Inside, Zitian Qi smiled and praised, and his eyes wandered on the rotating posture of Handan Ji's horns, which was indescribably happy.