After a few seemingly unintentional questions and answers, Shi knew what he wanted to know the most.

Overall, it is much more complicated than I imagined, including village and community functions such as re-dividing land and granting land, selection of soldiers during the expedition, different tax rates for the noble fiefs and monarchs directly under the jurisdiction of the king, etc.

But because this is near the capital of Song State, the situation is much simpler just for the nearby villages.

Neither in a hurry, and seeing that it was getting late, he said goodbye to everyone, leaving behind the children who were reluctant to leave and wanted to hear the stories but didn't want to go to eat, and followed the reed back to the small thatched cottage courtyard.

Luhua at the door was already anxious and scolded her brother, saying, "Why did you come back so late? Are you not hungry, aren't others still hungry?"

Wei grinned, without saying much, and let him enter the courtyard.

For a simple supper, Luhua and Wei's father had already recovered from illness and had dinner together.

Although he had no alcohol, he also had laughter and cheers. He asked about the use of various farm tools in the courtyard from time to time. These primitive farm tools were somewhat different from the farmers he knew, and many of them didn't know what they were for.

Luhua always explained various farm tools in a cheerful tone before her father and brother answered, but in the end she even let go of her courage and made a joke.

"I thought you knew a lot, but there were things you didn't recognize."

"My family makes shoes. I recognize them when it comes to awls, skin cuts, and finger tips. Every day, I exchanged for money. When I was a child, I always thought that corn grew in grain and rice shops."

The guests laughed, pointed to the few bare wooden sticks standing beside the courtyard wall, and asked, "What is this for?"

"Smash the sticks. Corn, beans, and wheat, you have to use this stick to smash them to take off the grains."

Shi put down half of the corn rice, walked to the wall, picked up the wooden stick and looked at it a few times, and said, "Get me a hemp rope."

Luhua didn't know what to do, so she hurriedly got up and took out a piece of hemp rope from the pile of firewood.

Shi took a stick and measured it, recalling what he saw in the valley when he was a child, found the length and stomped his feet hard, and stomped the stick.

This wooden stick is not worth much, and Wei doesn't feel sorry for it, but he just doesn't know what to do.

The two broken wooden sticks of different lengths were connected by connecting the hemp rope, and the best length condensed after two thousand years of history was made of a flail with both hands.

With a slight force of his hands, the rope drove the short stick in front, and flew from behind with the whistling sound of the wind, hitting hard on the ground, making a crackling sound.

"In this way, you don't have to bend when smashing. Otherwise, you should bend over with a straight stick if you want to smash too much."

The yard was full of farmers, and I had been fighting with Gushu for several lifetimes. After a moment of speaking, Wei understood the meaning and stopped eating. He ran over and waved it a few times, praising: "What a good thing. A hemp rope, the wooden sticks that smashed the valley in front fell down all lying on the bean stubble. If the long sticks did not bend down, they could only hit them in front... This is really a good thing."

After waving for a while, he couldn't help asking, "Shi, you don't even recognize those farm tools, how can you think of it?"

After thinking about the heavenly aspirations that the Mohist school has said, he sighed: "Mr. Mozhai once said that the principles of all things are the same, and this principle is the heavenly aspirations. For example, if water flows downward, you cannot make the land higher than the ditches if you water it. It is not difficult to understand the heavenly aspirations and then apply the principles to all things."

Everyone knew Mozi's reputation and had never seen a real person before, but when they saw Shi who claimed to be Mozhe, they all sighed.

Shi said again: "This thing saves effort. You might as well wait for those people to listen to the story and tell the neighbors that they can also benefit. Mr. Modi once said that doing the righteousness of the world is like building a wall. The strong ramming earth, the weak burial of soil, and women cooking and delivering water, and everyone can do their best to manage the world. If I can't farm, I can only do such things."

Luhua scratched her head and said, "Little brother, Mr. Mozi said this, "Is it that those who farm can only farm, and those who make shoes can only make shoes?"

Shi laughed and shook his head and said, "How can you know whether the child is tall or short in the future before he grows up? Bend the bow and shoot arrows, drive and hold a sword, how do you know that your brother can't do it well? But where does he have a car and where does he have a bow? Just like you, you want to learn how to cure diseases and save people with me, before you don't learn, how can you know how to learn it or not?"

Luhua nodded in a vague way, feeling like she understood, but she didn't.

But after doubting, I became happy again, and thought to myself that you have not forgotten what you promised, that's all.

After saying this, I returned to the meal and continued to dig the remaining corn with a spoon.

When dinner was about to end, Shi finally spoke, "Actually, I have something to do this time."

Wei patted his chest and said, "You saved my father. As long as I can do it, I will agree. If I can't do it, I will not agree, but I will do my best."

I thought about the daughter of Wu Zixu's story I was going to tell before. I don't know if the people at this time were like in the story. I felt that giving money was an insult and then committed suicide if I disagree...

Fortunately, before the story was told, he took out fifteen shovel coins from his body. Before he could put it on the table, Wei asked, "What is this for?"

"I want to borrow two acres of land and use it for a spring and autumn. You must accept this money. The Mohist practices righteousness not for future rewards. If you do not collect it, you will destroy the righteousness in my heart."

Wei didn't know what the rules of the Mo family were. He guessed that there were so many rules of the Mo family. Seeing Shi's solemn statement, he glanced at his father and put away the money.

One acre of land can collect grain for one week on average. The Song State already has a portion of land that can be bought and sold in private, but the price of land rent is too high.

Tickets are required to be paid per acre of land, which is about one and a half copper coins. These fifteen copper coins are already the income of one acre of land.

Lu Huaqi said, "You just said you can't farm, what do you want to do?"

Shi took out the pack of seeds from his arms mysteriously and looked at the door deliberately. The solemn atmosphere deliberately created caused everyone to hold their breath before the meal and be solemn.

"I once met a strange man who gave me a pack of seeds. It is said that this pack of seeds can help the world. I can only plant it here. You also know that the nobles in the office are insatiable and I don't want them to go."

Lu Hua thought to herself, what kind of person will even be someone you call a strange person? She didn't pay attention to this pack of seeds, but just lamented that the village community was so big and there were so many strange people.

Wei is not concerned about the pack of seeds, but the four words "greed and insatiable".

Greed means very special at this time, and this word is even more special for these village farmers.

The original nine-take one of them to farm public fields is normal, and it is also accustomed to and accepted.

The harvest under the granting of the land also requires taxes. The monarch and nobles tried to deprive part of the land from the farmers, and at this time they were called "greed".

The greed at this time is not just the meaning of later generations, but also a kind of ignorant awakening in which private property belongs to oneself.

After cursing for a few whispers, everyone's mind was placed on the seeds of quilt, with curiosity in their eyes.

"Want to see?"

Several people nodded repeatedly, thought for a while, stretched out their fingers to pinch out a seed from the package and held it in the air.

At this time, the golden crow is about to fall and is not falling, hanging between heaven and earth. It has long disappeared at noon, which is as fierce as white as blood and fire.

All kinds of clouds stagnate in the windless air, dyeing the color of fire.

The short wall of dung actually blocked the sun shining the world in the west, leaving only a light luster that turned diagonally along the wall.

The seed was blended with the sunlight under the sunset that was folded in. It was impossible to tell whether the bright yellow was the color of the seed itself or the embers left by Houyi.

The surface is smooth, round and crystal clear, just like the Mo Nang Pearl, a special product of the Song Dynasty. It is not as slender as Mai or as restrained as Mai, so that the hemp bran completely blocks the delicate powder inside, but the essence inside is hidden under the light yellow jade sieve.

They are both transparent, with a color like the sun and the moon, but not as small and delicate as rice. They are not as chaff, skin, shell, and grains as rice. A ear of rice can always be divided into three levels, with essence, coarseness, and roughness, and differentiation between high and low. If this thing is food, people can eat it, and chickens, pigs, dogs, and animals can also eat it. It has never been as distressed as feeding animals with essence rice.

In terms of color, it is the closest relative to millet, but its appearance is much more grand, and the size of a baby's little finger is even more delighted by the farmer.

But big may not necessarily be good. For example, beans, each grain is full, like those noble girls. However, the yield of round beans is very low, and not many are planted except for the necessary use for making soup and vegetables. This seed is not smaller than beans, but it is only moist and round, like the farmer's thin cheeks, exuding such an indescribable shabby feeling. This low-minded appearance will always produce more than beans.

Big may not necessarily be good, but small sometimes it is bad. For example, corn, small as ant eggs, accidentally fall into the dust, and picking will be troublesome when picking, especially when harvesting. The elderly and weak woman sit cross-legged on the ground, not accepting the hard work and the dust, but no matter how you pick it, it will be unclear. After the autumn rain, the sprouts in the courtyard are green and feel distressed. This seed is not so easy, and accidentally knocking it over is a supernatural ability for a three-year-old child to pick it up.

The hemp of grains is mostly made of clothes rather than food. I once said that this strange man can help the suffering of hunger and hunger in the world when he gives him seeds, so he naturally eats it.

But even though the reed had gone on a war, they had visited Wei and Zheng in Qilu. They had seen some worldly appearances, but never had such seeds?

Since it has not been seen, the saying of strange people must be true. Moreover, this kind of person is not this kind. Some strange people say that it can save the suffering of hunger and suffering in the world, and the yield will be abundant.

Reed guessed that if it grows like a millet and is so big, one mu may collect one and a half stones.

Tire taxes have long been determined, and the extra half stone is the farmers themselves... If the public land is also planted, the office and nobles will be exempted from the tithing taxes.

Such simple but mysterious seeds under the setting sun are enough to make a good dream.
Chapter completed!