After the sun set, the people in the village community walked to the place where they listened to the story on weekdays and nights.

The village community can't afford to light insect wax.

It's better to keep a little fat and eat it yourself, where is it willing to use it for lighting. Not to mention the bright mermaid oil lit in the Imperial Mansion Garden of Sicheng from the sea of Qi Kingdom.

Mozi and the others also walked over together like spectators, wanting to know how to deal with Sang Sheng's matter.

The person who walks with Mozi is called a copy of Chengzi.

Ji Chengzi is a native of Zheng Guo, and before he became ink, he admired the former ruling son of Zheng Guo the most, and was proficient in the criminal book promulgated by Zi Chan.

The name of the child is Cheng, and the imitation of the child named himself for this, which means that he wants to be a person like Zichan, and he is in charge of rewards and punishments among the inkers.

Before the promulgation of the penal decree, all countries used secret laws in which the aristocracy had the final right of interpretation.

The so-called "unknowable punishment is unpredictable".

If the hooligan knows the law, then it will not be unpredictable, and the nobles will lose the final right of interpretation and judgment, and there may even be "Diao Min" who take out the provisions on the criminal book and say that the nobles' judgment is wrong, which is absolutely impossible.

He was also of low aristocratic origin, but he supported written law and opposed secret law. After becoming an ink master, he believed in the rules of the three tables mentioned by Mozi, and the laws and regulations should be formulated in accordance with those three tables.

After knowing what happened to Sang Sheng, he also thought about it, but he couldn't find the best solution, which was able to reward and punish mistakes.

Even if Mozi doesn't ask him to come with him today, he will come with Mr. to see how he will deal with this matter.

The two of them walked together and came to the campfire outside the earthen house, said hello to the people in the village, and sat down to roast the fire.

The people of the village community were discussing the matter of Sang Sheng after finishing the day, and several people had an argument about it, and some of them were even red-faced.

Mozi suddenly asked Cheng Zi, "What do you think this place looks like?" ”

Ji Chengzi smiled: "If you don't say it, you want to say it too." It's like the township schools near Xinzheng back then. ”

This is exactly what Mozi wanted to say, and nodded slightly.

At that time, there were many township schools near Xinzheng. In the evening, there will always be a gathering of the people of the city, or singing or drinking, or discussing the affairs of the country, or talking about the kings and uncles, or about the gains and losses of government.

Dr. Zheng was very dissatisfied with this, and once suggested that Zi Chuan destroy these township schools, believing that people would definitely be restless if this continued, and that there would always be some radical ideas spread among these township schools, and they would often evaluate the policies formulated by Qimu Shangqing or Zheng Bo.

Ran Ming's opinion was rejected by Zichan, who believed that it could tell the gains and losses of governance.

After Ranzi's death, Zheng Guo's township school has been completely destroyed, and it is forbidden to have such a thing again.

Yi Chengzi listened to the discussion around the bonfire again, and commented: "Sir, this place is different from the former Zheng Zhixiang School. Zheng Zhixiang School, each talking about things, arguing endlessly. Although there are disputes here, the principles according to the words of these people are all familiar to me and my husband. Zheng Zhixiang School, the east and the west are separated, each with its own meaning; Here the countryside gathers, the difference between the east and the west, all under the same meaning. ”

Mozi didn't seem to hear this, didn't answer, but stared at the burning bonfire.

Looking at the flames burning in the bonfire, thinking about what he had seen and heard in just two days, he sighed for a long time and said, "From yesterday to now, this place of village gathering is the fifth thing that amazes me. ”

He didn't know which sentence he had inadvertently said, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly asked, "Cheng, like today, how many ink masters are there?" ”

He's a giant, so he knows it.

Ji Chengzi knew that Mr. must have a deep meaning when he asked this, and replied: "The real ink master, even if it is not a character like Shengyu, there are more than four hundred. ”

Mozi asked again: "If there are more than 400 people, everyone acts in this way, and with his ability, how many places can such a township be affected?" ”

Ji Chengzi replied: "Sir, if the prince of the office doesn't care, one person can let one person gather like this." has the right intelligence, knows the ambition of the sky, has good breeds and money from gambling fights, as well as grinding discs and flails and other things, which took half a year. People's intelligence is innate, but wisdom and heavenly will can be learned, and good seeds can be harvested, so if you follow what Mr. said, it can spread to 400 dians in three or five years. ”

Mozi hummed, picked up a wooden stick and threw it into the fire, and asked another question that seemed to have nothing to do with the matter in the eyes of Cheng Zi.

"In the past, Taigong Wangwang was sealed in Qi, how wide is the land?"

Ji Chengzi didn't think about why Mr. suddenly asked this, so he replied casually: "It's less than five hundred dians." ”

When Mozi was about to continue asking, someone by the bonfire shouted: "It's time to come!" ”

He is a person of faith, since he said that he only looked at it and didn't say it, he really only looked at it and didn't say it, nodded at Cheng Chengzi, and motioned to let Ji Chengzi not speak.

The wind and dust came to Shi, and he had already seen Mozi.

But he knew Mozi's temperament, since he said that he only looked at it, then he really just looked at it, so he didn't deliberately say anything.

The people in the village community around the bonfire have been getting along with each other for a long time, and Mozi is very famous, after all, it is not as good as being closer to the familiar one.

When everyone saw the arrival of Shi, they shouted one after another: "Shi, Sangsheng's matter must be solved." ”

"That is, six fingers can't be beaten in vain?"

"If it weren't for Mr. Mo Zhai coming in person yesterday, you would have been beaten, and those seeds might have been snatched away."

As soon as Shi arrived, everyone got out of the way, and naturally gave Shi to the campfire.

The crowd no longer formed a circle around the bonfire, but formed a fan around the suit.

Pressure pressure, everyone quieted down.

"This matter is related to the people in the village, and everyone must discuss the result together. But what can be done? The land belongs to the king, and you have no power to drive him away. Punishment is not something we can use; It may not have been Sang Sheng's wish to be beaten with six fingers, and perhaps he himself did not know that such a thing might happen. ”

Six Fingers followed Shi and muttered, "He also said that you hurt him, that you are an evil ghost." ”

The crowd was also very dissatisfied with these words, and said with a smile: "He said that I am an evil ghost, am I the one?" ”

One of the village community stood up and said, "Then forget it?" ”

Shi shook his head and said, "That's what I think. Let me ask you first, what are you getting together for? ”

In this way, Shi has been instilled dozens of times.

As soon as I asked, I immediately got a common answer from dozens of people.

"For the sake of what you often call mutual benefit, of course. Now you only buy a few cows, and there are many people in the village community, and some things are not something that can be done by the family, so you must benefit each other, and help others is for yourself. Just for profit. ”

Mozi nodded secretly on the side, and said in his heart that even some new ink practitioners may not be able to figure it out, but these people in the village community think it thoroughly.

After thinking about it again, I understood the result of this difference: the village community is indeed mutually beneficial, and it is still a good word after all.

When he heard all these people say this, he said, "Let me tell you a story." There is such a herd of cattle in the world, and they are all black. The cattle help each other and fend their horns outwards to defend against tigers and wolves. Suddenly, one day, the color of a cow's coat turned white...... If whiteness is the greatest evil in the eyes of the herd, how should the cow be punished? ”

When they thought about it, they said, "Then expel him from the herd." ”

Shi Dao: "Since this story is like this, then this matter has not been resolved?" Everyone gathers here, close to mutual benefit and mutual assistance, far so that the promised land will be realized one day. But Sang Sheng didn't believe it, so everyone would no longer benefit from him. ”

"It is the power of the clan to take back the grant, so the clan can punish it by taking back the grant. The confiscation of money and corn is no different from the military confiscation of silk and silk, so it is also a punishment that can be used by the princes. ”

"For us, the punishment we can impose on each other, and the other not to benefit."

"So, I think I can do it."

"The Sang family can no longer use the cattle shared by several families, but he no longer needs to fulfill the obligation to feed the cattle either."

"If the Sang Sheng family wants to use the grinding plate and mill of the village community, they need to take money or corn, because he does not participate in the work of grinding the mill, so he cannot use it."

"He can still come to the meeting place, because he has rammed the earth for this, but some new planting methods cannot be heard."

"The village community will collect the wheat in the future, and the grain that they jointly take out every year to prepare for the famine year will not be eaten by the Sangsheng family when there is a famine, so they can only spend money to buy it."

And so with the rest, he was not allowed to take part in any of the things that benefited from one another. Matters such as military endowments, military exercises, conquests, and millet taxes, which are not under the jurisdiction of the people of the village community, are all the same as before, and this is not something we can manage now. ”

"Let's think about it, and if you can, let's do it. According to the public cattle of several families to discuss together, after reaching an agreement, select a person to agree or disagree, and then make a final decision, do not chatter into a mess. ”

After saying that, the people around the campfire separated according to the recognition that they usually feed the ploughing cattle together, and each said his thoughts.

It sounds chaotic, but if you look closely, you can see that it looks like plum blossoms, with split petals but around a center.

Shi knew that he used a means that he didn't like very much, and artificially created a rift in a village community and divided it into two colors.

Believed.

Unbelievers.

When there is a majority of believers, those who do not believe do not say that they do not believe but only believe.

He gave these people hope, and the greatest punishment for the power he has now is to cut off someone's hope.

Visible hope, at the moment of vanishing, is the most terrible punishment.

Shi knew that he would get the result he wanted, and the result was that Sang Sheng was completely isolated in the village community from then on.

Even if he was isolated, Sang Sheng could not leave, he was a farmer under the land grant system, he could not go anywhere without money, and because of the need to fulfill feudal obligations, it was a crime in the eyes of the nobles to flee.

The application of corn, sweet potatoes, and winter wheat gave these people a palpable hope, and also gave him a punishment that he could perform to punish others, called the destruction of hope.

After all, it is still a good word, and only this word can bring together more people without changing it to religion.

Soon, the crowd gave a unanimous result.

From then on, Sangsheng was not allowed to participate in most of the activities of the village community.

When it comes to military conscription, everyone has no right and no need.

Naturally, there is no punishment for depriving the right, only the punishment of aggravating the obligation, and this will only cause dissatisfaction, but this dissatisfaction has nothing to do with the Mo, only with the monarch.

Just as everyone was making a decision, a heart-rending cry came from a distance, and Sang Sheng's wife fell to her knees in front of everyone in the village community crying.

"Moderate...... You're trying to hurt me! Even if Sang Sheng did wrong, what did I do wrong? He told me a few days ago that he would soon be able to live a good life, a life like that in the promised land. I didn't think much of it, who knew he could do such a thing? ”

"Please, please, those oxen, the millstones, and the corn that is ready for the scarcity...... I'm not wrong. ”

Indeed, she was not wrong.

The right decision is tantamount to harming her.

Under the land grant system, land is granted according to households, and agriculture is the mainstay, which dooms men to be the main laborers, and also dooms women to be only subordinate to men - in fact, the essence is attached to the land, but it happens that the owner of the land belongs to the man according to the military system and labor level at this time.

However, Shi asked rhetorically in a way that seemed reasonable: "I didn't harm you, did you have a cow and a horse half a year ago?" Do you have a grinding disc? I just let your family go back to the old days, how can I say that I hurt you? ”

The woman cried, "But I have listened to the Promised Land, and I do not want to go back to the old days." You have let me know the promised land, and you have not allowed me to come near it, how can you not harm me? ”

Shi shook his head and said, "The ink artist never takes away other people's things, and it is impossible to take away what others don't have. How can I save you? Women can also get a share of the land, so that you can join the mutual benefit as an individual? You don't have it, even if I want you to join, which one is willing to let you join? ”

"The people in the village community just punished Sang Sheng in their own way, and they didn't punish you. You can choose to go back to your father's house, or you can choose to live the same life with Sang Sheng. ”

The woman cried on the ground, "But he is very good to me." I can't bear it. ”

Shi sighed, "That's your business." I said, there is no destiny, and you can only take care of your own life. Is the love of love for him more important than better food and clothing? Or is it better to have food and clothing than to love his love? You always have to make a choice, don't you? It's your destiny, but it's not your destiny. If the mandate of heaven exists, then it cannot be changed, but your own destiny can be changed by yourself. ”

After saying this, he stopped caring about the woman who was still crying, and stretched out his right hand high at everyone in the village.

"These hands have twelve calluses. It is ground out of stones, pinched out by sowning wheat, knocked out of wheat seeds, and planed out by planting black jade. ”

"Twelve cocoons, in exchange for wheat, grinding trays, and seeds."

"Where there is light, there must be shadows. If you want to get the benefit of one thing, you must also bear the pain of this thing, this is human life! There is no Mandate of Heaven! You have to take responsibility for what you have done, and the fruit of your life is your life! ”

His voice suddenly rose up, and his foot hidden behind him quietly kicked a handful of sand into the bonfire, which was blown by the wind and sand, and suddenly rose up, making his figure appear taller and brighter.

"Now, stretch out your hands. Let me, and let you look at each other, and look at the calluses on your hands, and at the marks that you have made in your spinning. Tell me, is the quantity of corn and the length of the cloth from the Mandate of Heaven or from yourselves? ”

Dozens of hands were raised together, not needing to look at each other, but everyone knew what they had in their hands and shouted, "Ourselves!" ”

Shi's voice was even more high-pitched, like the screaming of a wild goose flying a few months ago, and said loudly: "Then are you willing to live in the happy land?" ”

"Yes!"

"Are you willing to endure the hardships of the journey to the Promised Land? Will you use your own hands to drive away all that stands in the way of what is in your way? ”

"Yes!"

The voices of dozens of people shouted almost at the same time, shaking the heavens and the earth.

The almost frenzied shouts muffled the woman's crying, and Shi did not look at her again.

He has handed over her fate to herself in this era, and granted the land and military endowment according to the household, this is the era, and the choice he gave is also the only two choices in this era.

He doesn't believe in the Mandate of Heaven, and he also hopes that Zhuxia and Kyushu don't believe in the Mandate of Heaven.

But not believing in the destiny of heaven means that you have to bear everything you do, will people really want to do this in their hearts?

After that, he said a lot more until the crowd dispersed.

The dispersed crowd heard a lot of things they didn't hear, but a little thought knew that it was excellent.

Mozi and Yi Chengzi, who had not spoken but only observed, did not leave, and were still beside the gradually dimming fire.

Mozi glanced at Ji Chengzi, who nodded and said, "He rewarded him as much as he could, punished him as he could, and did not exceed the rules, nor did he deviate from the righteousness of my Mo family." Impartiality and strictness. This is what I see, and what does the gentleman see? ”

Mozi thought about it and only said one sentence.

Even if he leaves the village community, anyone who has learned ink from him can stand at the front of the fire, and everyone in the village community will take it for granted and trust Wushuang. The order of the Duke of Song is no longer as good as the words of the ink in this village community. ”

When Cheng Zi heard this, he thought about it, and he lingered beside the bonfire, until someone ran to call out to Mr. Mozi beside him.

"Sir, Emperor Sicheng, please meet you. It's something that the black jade ghost refers to. In addition, the three families of Han, Zhao and Wei passed on the Song Gong and invited the alliance. ”