In the struggle for justice, there can never be a compromise, and this is a major right and wrong.

For example, robbery is naturally wrong, but if it is not owned by the nobles in the first place, or if the ownership of the nobles itself is not reasonable, then it is naturally not robbery.

The nobles need to believe that the whole world is not the king's land, and only such a divided land is reasonable.

The common people need to believe that the land of the world belongs to the people of the world, and only in this way can they take back what belongs to them as a matter of course, without having to bear a heavy moral burden.

This is an irreconcilable contradiction between the Mohists and the aristocratic feudal system, and this is the basis for judging right and wrong. This is one of the foundations of Mozi's art of debate, which he summarized before his death: debate needs to have the same foundation.

The dispute between right and wrong has now made the world turbulent, and the contempt of Liang's father here and now is also involving the interests of the aristocracy.

Seeing that the retainers had tried to persuade them to no avail, and they didn't know whether the Mo family's methods were cruel or soft to deal with the enemy, they couldn't help but need to prepare first.

Seeing that the head of the family already had the heart of death, the retainer said in his heart: "The head of the family has the heart of seeking benevolence and benevolence, even if I don't want to die, I can't not die." Give birth to what I want, righteousness is also what I want, if you can't get both, you should sacrifice your life to take righteousness. ”

"The head of the family was a retainer of Xiang Ziniu in the past, but Niu Zi was defeated, and the head of the family abandoned the family and lived. Although I am not a gentleman, I should also have the virtue of a gentleman. ”

Liang's father is in the sun of Mount Tai, not far from the cemetery of Liuxia Hui, Liuxia Hui is the gentleman of the world, buried here, the surrounding people hear the story of this person, it is different from other places.

Moreover, the country of Lu was established by etiquette, and it was a country that could use the rites of the Son of Heaven, and Liang's father once belonged to Lu, and the virtue of a gentleman was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

In my heart, I decided that between life and death I saw it indifferently, as if it was a relief.

The nobles of the fiefdom saw that the faces of their retainers changed several times, and they didn't care, between life and death, it was difficult for ordinary people to make a gentleman's decision, and there was no sign of escape, which was rare.

So he said: "Prepare the carriage and horses, and ask the servants and slaves to prepare their uniforms and go to Liang's father." ”

The retainers were shocked, thinking that the head of the family was actually trying to fight against the Mo family, and was about to persuade him, but the old nobleman waved his hand fiercely and said: "Since you want the world to know, it is meaningless in this contemptible situation." I only went to Liang's father and questioned the Mo family, if the Mo family killed me and humiliated me, I could ask for mercy. ”

"Thou hast been with me for many years, and thou shalt not be martyred, nor shall thou learn what is to be done. If I die, I will collect my body and bones, and when my son returns, I will mourn him as a sergeant. ”

The retainer knelt down and grabbed the ground with his head and said, "Dare not obey your orders!" ”

The old man stretched out his arms and waited for the servant to bring him the uniform of the status of a scholar, with a sword and jade, and pressed the clothes with jade, and wore the crown of the sergeant, so that the clothes were not wrinkled.

Outside the door, the carriage and horses were prepared, and the old man boarded the car and stood, shouting arrogantly: "Let's go to Liang's father!" ”

The wheels turned, and the old man sang happily.

The song says:

The threshold of the cart is like a coat. Don't you think? Fear does not dare.

The cart is squeezing, and the clothes are like a slull. Don't you think? Fear of the son does not run.

If you are in a different room, if you die, you will be in the same hole. Unbelief is like the sun!

This was originally a beautiful song about love and elopement, but it was sung by the old man with a solemn atmosphere of going out on the expedition.

The retainers who drove the car could not interpret the poems, but they also heard the emotions in them, which was to express the aspirations of their hearts through the words of love: for the gift of the world, they did not hesitate to die. Unbelief is like the sun!

If you are going to die after all, and even the etiquette is bad, then let your body be in a different room from the righteousness of the world, and die in the same hole.

The retainer was even more admired and sighed in his heart, and said in his heart: "Husband, it should be so." ”

He carefully kept the carriage away from a rock in front of him, trying to make it as smooth as possible, while making the head of the house feel the bumps.

This is not only a habit left after being beaten and scolded for driving when I was young, but also an inexplicable respect under emotion now.

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Liang's father in the city.

The aristocratic old man, jokingly mocked as a suitable warehouse to find a surname for himself, continued to divide the grain and distribute the grain, crowded with people, and the righteous soldiers with guns and spears lined up to maintain order.

In the crowd, the orators of the Xuanyi Department who are proficient in the voice of Qilu are fierce and fierce, and they are talking about the righteousness of the Mo family.

The people in the city who received the food either really wanted to hear it, or they were a little curious, or they didn't care about it, but it was not good to leave directly after receiving the food, but there were also many people with different mentalities.

The noisy preaching echoed around the bazaar and the treasury, and the voices of the people were boiling, as if there was really a fire burning under the city.

Shu Guitian pricked his ears, smiled and said to his classmates beside him: "I finally have some taste of Sishang here." ”

A girl on the side quietly looked at Shu Guitian, and almost immediately after Shu Guitian finished speaking, she asked in a habitual way like usual: "What is it like to be on Sishang?" ”

There are many flavors in Sishang, which are very rich, such as the spicy chili pepper, the sweetness of cane sugar, and the sourness of vinegar.

It's just that this taste is used in the Fubixing method in the Book of Poetry, Shu Guitian knew that whatever he said, the girl would follow with a question or echo a sentence, but he still solemnly lowered his head and thought about it, and said: "I can't say either, probably a ...... What it's like to be alive, right? ”

This is a little scary, it sounds like he has eaten people, the girl giggled, but did not refute, but carefully experienced the phrase "living person", and nodded for a long time.

There were a lot of people around, pushing wheelbarrows and carrying sacks of sackcloth, carefully bypassing the young children who were returning to the fields.

Occasionally, a smaller child in the crowd pointed at them and their parents and said, "Look, they're so strangely dressed......

Every time he said it, the parents quickly broke back the fingers pointed by the child, and if these people heard it, they would show their yellow teeth and smile at Shu Guitian and the others.

The Mohist costume is indeed a little different, born from short brown, but not quite the same as short brown, there are many people wearing such clothes on the street in Sishang, but here it has another meaning.

Whenever this happens, the ink leader will take out a few black-red, cheapest, unfiltered brown sugar cubes from his pocket, hand them to the children, occasionally touching the children's heads as a gesture of friendship, and chatting with the child's somewhat cowering parents.

Shu Guitian thought to himself, the people here are really strange, what are they afraid of? It's as if they're used to being afraid of someone...... It's weird.

When this question was spoken, it immediately attracted a burst of resonance, these children who grew up in Si Shang, know that Mount Tai is high and far, and the river is turbulent, even if they have never seen it; But I don't know what the outside world is like, what the world is like.

The classmate said, "I also think it's weird." That's not the case in Sishang. There was an incident in our village community before, and the people of the village community went to the township and surrounded the township office violently, and the township kept apologizing, begging us to go back and saying that it would definitely be resolved......

"The people in Sishang don't seem to be afraid of anything."

When these words were spoken, someone immediately answered: "Yes, as soon as you say it, I feel that this place is different from Sishang." When Shizi and Gongmeng were playing and arguing by the river, I was catching fish on the side, and I knew that it was Shizi, so I ran over and asked him why he always floated face down on the water when the leaves fell...... The children here are not afraid of anything, but the adults seem to be afraid of something all the time. ”

This is just the young man's hazy emotion, the ink man who led the team in front of him couldn't help but smile when he heard this, and said in his heart: "It's not that they're afraid of you, it's just that their 'fear' has become a habit......

But he didn't explain it to this group of children, although he understood, but it was a little troublesome to explain, and he couldn't explain it clearly for a while.

Now I was about to go to a place in the city, preparing to sort out some of the field accounts in the treasury, and I didn't have time to talk about these things.

While the young people in the back were chattering and discussing, there was a galloping sound of horses' hooves in the distance.

The two horses galloped forward together, and the people on the side of the road looked back, and immediately turned sideways, extremely afraid.

Some of those who were carrying food on their backs hurriedly turned their faces away, and some quietly put their pockets behind them and hid their heads down, as if they had done something very wrong.

The group of young people of the Mo family also stared at the approaching carriage, and one of them finally exclaimed in surprise or surprise: "Look at it! A true nobility! I haven't seen it yet......"

There are no orthodox aristocrats in Sishang today.

Or among the group of ink writers who are proud of the short brown straw shoes and benefit the world.

Or die.

Either flee.

It is not that there are no gorgeously dressed people in Sishang, on the contrary, there are many, but most of them are some businessmen, and businessmen are also sluts, although they are rich, they can talk about their status in the hierarchy of the world, not gentlemen.

After all, although there are few nobles in Sishang, there are still envoys from various countries to come and go, and the young man who exclaimed is a person from some remote villages.

Shu knelt and licked his head to look up, and saw an old man wearing a shiguan standing in the car, and then lowered his head and continued to think about the doubts just now.

He doesn't learn etiquette, and he can't tell the other party's rank and status from the crown of his clothes, but no matter how noble he is, he doesn't take it seriously.

His father had arrested the king, and he had heard a lot of such stories since he was a child, and he heard that his father had blown too much about the king of Yue being arrested after drinking, but I am afraid that only Zhou Tianzi might be able to surprise him.

When he lowered his head and pondered, his eyes inadvertently swept the road, only to see the crowd avoiding, and some local people who were originally walking on the road pushing ink carts to pull food pushed the cars to the side of the road, bowing their heads and hiding their faces, not daring to look directly.

Others, who had no time to dodge, hurriedly threw away the cart and ran to the side of the road to stand, although the road was not narrow, but the carriage was in the middle of the road, which involved courtesy and status, rank, face, and the fear of the centuries-old hierarchy that had been so accustomed to it.