As the messenger of the ink arrived that day, the villages and communities that had penetrated into the ink began to be busy mowing the grass, which was even faster than the speed of the conscription army at this time.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and everyone is not afraid of the heat for their own interests, and they are in full swing.

To guide people, this is the foundation of the ink man's work.

Patches of grass are cut down and dried in the sun at the request of the inkers, and then bundled, or pulled back by ox carts to make stacks for rain storage.

How to bundle and how to stack, the messenger will guide them one by one, and strive not to get wet and moldy by the rain.

The laborers brought a simple meal and did not return unless it was raining heavily.

The ink masters of each village community have learned the art of defending the city with Mozi, and in the "Order" and "Miscellaneous Guard", the arrangement of defending the city can be used to distribute things.

Cooking, delivering water, bundling, and drying...... Making appropriate decisions based on the understanding of each person's personality, strength, and family members in the village community is a necessary technique for defending the castle in the "Order" chapter.

It may not be possible for these ink artists to defend the city of three miles alone, but it is useless to arrange the work of a small Qiudian village community.

This kind of distribution has never been done before, and the efficiency has never been before.

The fatigue of this kind of labor is also diluted by the yearning for the future life, and if the officials Tian Jun and others see it, they have to marvel at the speed of these lazy peasants.

The smell of the cut grass, with an indescribable fragrance, permeated the villages on the outskirts of Peiyi.

While the bonesmith and a group of men were busy tying them, they heard a child's cry in the distance, and those who were busy stopped what they were doing, and put up their hands on the pergola to look at the children running in the distance.

"What's going on?"

Everyone thought that something had happened to the village community, and they were uneasy, and they said that whose house was on fire?

This is not a trivial matter, and now the roofs are all thatched, and once it catches fire, the whole village will be finished.

Now the Moshi went deep into the village community, gathered the people in the village community, and together formulated a simple self-government decree that the village community could accept and participate in, and whoever caught fire in the house would be held accountable.

Needless to say, in the future, it may be necessary to pay more for the people in the army to buy food for cattle and horses. The hearts of the people were full of sorrow, but in the pleasure of work and the persuasion of peace, they forgot the thing that they had dreamed of.

When the child came closer again, he finally heard what the child was saying in a whistling voice.

"It's blooming! It's blooming! There really was a sun setting on it! ”

Everyone didn't react for a while, and after a while, someone came to their senses and remembered what the red-robed Mo Ji said a few months ago after flicking his fingers: Jin Wuqi!

Children don't lie, it seems that those plants in the village community really attracted some visions?

The bonesmith knew it was just a sun-looking, sun-looking flower. But the people of the village community didn't know, shouting, excited, and holding the bone maker's hand, and asked him to go back to the village community to have a look.

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The blooming of a certain village community means that the sunflowers of other villages have either bloomed or are about to bloom.

That proverb is finally coming to be fulfilled.

This proverb has little meaning to the craftsmen in Peiyi City.

They don't participate in such sacrifices, and they don't value such sacrifices, but they still have various connections with these ink scholars who rarely go deep into Peiyi.

The Ink Man is eccentric.

When they came to Peiyi, they held the deeds of Song Gong and Sicheng in their hands, but they did not govern anything.

Collecting taxes, collecting taxes, checking private land, and sorting out the fields are all ignored, at least for now, and let nature be.

Even most of the Moists lived in grass huts outside the city, and did not live in the city, but only occasionally entered the city.

Even if it was only an occasional entry into the city, the Moshi organization, which had many handicraftsmen, quickly attracted the private handicraftsmen of Peiyi in various ways.

When the carpenters saw the wheelbarrow called the ink chariot, the double-wheel carriage, and the orange tree installed by the ink collector "Xingyi" on the edge of the city, they knew that those rumors were not false, and that this seventy-year-old Mo Zhai was indeed a carpenter, and even his disciples had such talents.

Soon after this novelty, several ink artists opened a tofu shop and a wheat flour shop in the city, and by the way, they also taught these skills to others in the city, each occupying a corner of the city without affecting each other.

Later, just like Shangqiu, there were free ink carts, artisan associations, communal wheat flour mills, and shops that exchanged soybeans for soybean oil......

All sorts of strange things began to appear in the city, occupying the southwest corner of the city, which gradually became a gathering place for people in the city of Peiyi.

In the evening, the gluttonous will come over and exchange money or soybeans for some tofu; Those who get good fish will come to ask for a few coriander to boil fish soup; Whoever has accumulated wheat will come here to grind it into flour, and follow the ink master here to learn how to make wheat flour to make food; In the evening, he came to listen to the story.

The people who participated in the artisans' association jointly contributed to the construction of an oil shop in the southwest corner of the city to hire workers to press soybeans, and the oil was not only sold in Peiyi, but sometimes also brought back to Taoyi, Shangqiu, Pengcheng and other places.

The millstone, which was originally just a cow and horse with an eye patch, has recently been replaced by a water-powered mill by the river, which grinds more wheat flour every day, but there is not so much wheat for the time being.

Here to take care of these properties are two ink masters, and the people of Peiyi think that the tall man with a scar on his face must be the leader.

These two people are very marketable, and they really don't say anything about doing things for others, who can help anyone with anything as long as the other party can do it.

Occasionally, there would be a fight, and the two would step in to stop it. Originally, it was just reasoning, but then when the reasoning was not done, the man pressed both of them to the ground and couldn't move.

On very special occasions, these two people will also invite some like-minded people to drink, and they will drink good wine that people in the market have never seen in their lives. It is both clear and strong, and you will get drunk with a glass.

When it comes to making a big move, these two are unequivocal. Whoever is in a hurry to use money, as long as they ask clearly, they never want to make money, and they seem to be a group of refreshing rangers.

The two of them never talked about the sacrifice that alarmed Peiyi, as if it had nothing to do with them, but when someone occasionally asked, they would know when they talked about it.

By July, the craftsmen who had joined the Craftsmen's Guild had basically completed this year's military assignment with mutual assistance, and they had heard a lot of stories, and finally some people began to ask about something.

For example, what exactly does an inker do?

For example, what is the righteousness of the ink man?

For example, can we become ink writers?

For example, can you teach us how to write?

When a request of one kind or another is asked, the two of them generally do not answer directly, even after drinking, but do not answer until the next day.

Often, the next day, there would be inkers coming from outside the city to answer or solve these questions.

The man with the scar on his face explained, "It's called ...... There is a specialization in the art industry. That's what our people say, everybody does something different. They are much better at answering your questions than Luo Qianli and me. ”

After those few inquiries, the stories told at night gradually became the Tao and righteousness of the Mo. The person who came to lecture held a strange "silk" in the eyes of Peiyi people, which was full of words, according to the words on it, it was very popular and easy to understand, but it always attracted everyone's applause.

At first, it was just a superficial truth.

For example, one day, a person carried a "straw silk" called "handout" and spoke a word.

The right word.

Not the power of power, but the power of weighing.

Zi Mozi said: In the body, and the weight of the power is the right. Right, non-yes, non-non-yes, right, right. Cut off the finger to save the wrist, take the big in the benefit, and take the small in the harm. Take the small among the harms, not the harms, and the profits. What it takes, people cling to. In the event of a thief, and the finger is cut off to avoid the body, the benefit is also; When it encounters thieves, it harms people. ”

The person who gave the handout wrote the word "weight" and explained: "Zi Mozi said that in the body of things done, the weight of the matter is called 'right'. ”

"Right is not right, nor is it wrong."

"Power is legitimate, dialectical, and contradictory."

"Chop off your fingers to save your wrists, and that is to choose the great of the good and the small of the bad."

"Choosing the small one among the harms is not taking harm, it is taking advantage."

"When a robber encounters him, cut off his finger so that he may not be killed. When you meet a robber, it's harmful. This kind of benefit and harm is dialectical and relative. ”

Such a simple truth has caused a sensation in the market, and people think about these words of the inker, and they feel more and more mysterious.

Right is neither right nor wrong. A simple and philosophical explanation begins the first lesson of the ink master's handout, which teaches these people to look at problems dialectically.

This is Zi Mozi's original words, and Zi Mozi also praised Guo Shi for being the best able to understand this passage, so part of the content of the handout was naturally written by Shu Shushi. This is the simplest law of the unity of opposites.

From this lecture point onwards, gradually, these market craftsmen began to hear some stories of Mozi's righteousness, travels, and travels in various countries.

One day, after a writer had finished telling a story, the people were lost in thought.

"Zi Mozi traveled south to Chu back then, and the king of Chu didn't want to see it, so he sent Mu He to see it. After listening to Zi Mozi's proposal, Mu He said, "Your proposition is indeed good, but you are not a nobleman, and I am afraid that the princes will not adopt it because you are an ordinary person." Zi Mozi asked rhetorically: 'If a handful of grass roots can cure diseases, the people will be fine if they eat it, and the Son of Heaven will be fine if they eat it, will the Son of Heaven not take it because it is a grassroots root or because it is eaten by the people?' Since this is the case, then the princes and nobles should not collect taxes from the hands of the people to brew wine and sacrifice to the Emperor, because this is not planted by them, but by the people, and the Emperor of Heaven will definitely be disgusted because it is planted by the people! ’”

After this story was told, someone immediately muttered disdainfully: "Not only did they not plant it, isn't it up to us farmers and industrialists to do such a thing as winemaking?" If you really dislike us, you can stop eating the food we grow, don't use the utensils we make, and don't drink the wine we make! ”

"That's it!"

"There is no crop, but the grain is abundant. Why? ”

"That's not right! If you don't say that Mozi's proposition is right, you should be equal to the virtuous. ”

"Don't you ink writers have some kind of paradise? I'll tell you about it. ”

Looking at these imposing people in the market, the inkman who gave the handout put away his straw and said with a smile: "That's it for today, and we'll talk about it slowly in the future." In a few days, a few people from the Craftsmen's Association will come from Shangqiu, and they will come to teach you how to make a new farm tool, and then we will talk slowly while we do things......

In this way, these ink artists slowly took root among the craftsmen of Peiyi, relying on the craftsmen's guild and the pooled oil mills and public mills to bind everyone profitably, and began to slowly instill the righteousness of the ink makers.

As these craftsmen began to learn about the Ink Maker, who had previously been thought to be mysterious, an incident occurred that soon spread throughout Peiyi.

One day in early August, when the sunflowers outside Peiyi were already blooming, the two ink makers of Peiyi invited a lot of craftsmen to drink.

There was not much wine, the dish was salted beans, and they were entertained by a rare female inkwoman with a strange but lovely white cloth apron.

During the banquet, Luo Qianli seemed to have drunk too much, got drunk, and said slurredly: "Look at it!" The Golden Crow will perch. Those witches deserve to die, they are all defrauding people of money and adulterous daughters. When it is time for Jin Wuqi, he will expose them in front of everyone and let them die in front of everyone...... What Zhu melts blood, that's a strange poison, those witch Zhu have died a long time ago, they still think they can really ......"