When the driver heard this, his heart skipped a beat and said that he could sing this song himself.

Thinking of the life-saving girl and the very kind but comfortable she came into contact with, Hu Nu thought that these people should be good people.

But since the young master doesn't like it, then I will stop singing in the future, so as not to get angry.

But the young master said that this person should be punished, and this... If the young master asked, should he tell the truth? To be honest, he was a life-saving person; but how can he be worthy of the young master if he told lies?

His heart was confused, and his driving hand could not help but tremble, and he didn't pay attention to a rut.

The car suddenly rolled, and the young master's scolding came from behind.

"How did you drive? Stop! Go and ask the people who sing, who did this!"

He considered himself the identity. Although his husband had said that he would not be ashamed to ask, he would not be ashamed to ask the truth, rather than such heart-scareful words. Of course, he would not ask.

When the Nu heard this, he sighed in his heart, saying that since the young master asked me to ask others, it was not what I said by myself, so I can't blame me.

Gongsun Ze’s friends rarely saw him get angry. They listened to him for a while and said with a smile: “It’s just some slang songs in the village. Why are you angry? Although this tune is strange, it’s not a serious crime.”

Gongsun Ze glanced at his friend and said seriously: "Have you heard the words of the Book of Songs: When the sky is rainy and rainy, it will be prepared for the land of the mulberry trees. Everything needs to be prepared for the rain before it is rainy. When the wind and rain are about to fall, it will be too late to prepare for the land of the house. This poem confuses people's hearts and makes people's minds confused. If this poem is spread throughout the world, it will cause disasters in the world and must be observed."

The friend shook his head and smiled, "It's just a dream for some villagers."

"The dream of the villagers? When you listen to this poem, you seem to be talking about the livelihood of the people, but what are the last ones?"

My friend listened carefully and said that it was nothing more than that the world was unified, and it was not always noble and humble. The nobles did not have crops but had grains full of grains. There were also similar chapters in the Book of Songs.

Gongsun Ze sighed and said, "In the past, Zhuanxu had a man who was not talented and could not teach him a lesson. If he didn't know how to speak, he would be stubborn, and if he gave up, he would be arrogant, he would be arrogant, and he would be arrogant, and he would be ruthless and virtuous, and to disrupt the world, the people of the world were called 日本. If he was punished at that time, why would the disaster of 日本本? Just this poem would be to obey and not be punished?"

My friend knew that he was a true gentleman and didn't say much.

A moment later, the slave returned and reported, "This was written by a disciple of the Mo family. The man hid in the village and wrote this poem."

"I should have guessed the words of no king or father, which are not always noble and humble, and that people's minds are confused. You should have guessed it! Go and ask clearly, where is this circulating?"

When the friend heard this, he was really anxious and panicked.

He is Gongsun Ze's friend. He is always aware of Gongsun Ze's temper and is really jealous of evil. Once he gets angry, he can't do anything.

But he also knew that the Mo family wrote this poem, and they must not let their friends think about the killing. Even if the Mo family is a commoner, how could they be so easy to kill?

If you really have a disagreement, you will be killed. The remaining Mo people will take revenge. If this is really sung by the Mo family's children, you can at most argue with them. Killing is absolutely impossible.

Gongsun Ze and his friends all know that there are many swordsman masters among the Mo.

Back then, Luo Caili, a warrior in the Guard Kingdom, claimed to be brave. Whenever he heard a warrior in the countryside, he would challenge and kill him. Mozi persuaded him, "This is not a brave man, but you hate courage, otherwise why should you kill the warrior?"

This was naturally unbearable to a "warrior". When Mo Zi's disciple Gong Zaoye heard that this person was not in trouble, he felt that sometimes he could not rely on his mouth to reason, so he took a wooden stick and beat the sword-holding warrior for two months and couldn't get out of bed. Only then did Luo Chuili realize that he would follow Mo Zi.

Such a story is known to all the scholars of the Song Dynasty and the brave men. Not to mention the warrior who could beat a wooden stick, Gong Zaoye, who fled in panic, even the other disciples of the Mo family who learned swordsmanship were not Yi.

The Mohist family traveled around countries, but they didn't rely solely on their mouths. He didn't want to see his friends get angry and eventually cut off their heads.

My friend was sweating all over and heard Gongsun Ze telling the story of Zhuanxu's son and knew that this was a huge crime. If he couldn't persuade him at this time, he would have died.

In a panic, the friend sorted out his thoughts and said, "The Master said that if there is a way in the world, then the common people will not discuss it. Once the common people discuss it, it can be seen that their hearts are resentful. The Master also said, if there is a way in the world, then they will see it, and if there is no way in the world, then they will hide. If there is no way in the world, why should you come out?"

When Gongsun Ze heard this, he couldn't help but resent and angry at his friend. He said to the emperor that if there is no way, he will hide. There is another saying: If there is a way in the country, it is a shame. If there is no way in the country, it is a shame!

Since you think that it is unrighteous at this time, but my family is rich and noble, isn’t it a shame to say that?

The friend didn't know that one of his unintentional words had offended his friend, and said, "Zhi Zi said, "If you don't live in your position, don't plan your affairs. In the past, the master killed Shao Zhengmao, which was also the matter of killing him after becoming the Grand Secretary. Since you are not a Si Ke, you cannot do the matter of killing him."

These words finally made some sense. Gongsun Ze took a deep breath, and when his anger gradually subsided, he hummed: "There is no king or father in the Mo family who does not know the noble and humble, hey... if I am not in his position and do not plan his own affairs, if I am a Sigang, I will kill this person!"

This sigh hid too much helplessness. He really wanted to kill the thief and was powerless to turn the world back.

The friend secretly wiped his sweat and thought to himself that he would just persuade him. How could the Mo family be punished if he said he was killed? Not to mention you, even Si Kou and Dazai could not afford to provoke people.

It would be fine if you kill all the Mo people in the world, but if you kill them forever, you will have the worries of life. There are many such people in the Mo family, all of whom will never die.

Gongsun Ze also understood that he was just angry just now, but the constant singing in his ears made him more and more annoyed. He said for a long time: "Since I cannot do anything to kill, I want to see this person. The Mo family trusted me and I want to accept his argument orally and make him swear that he would not do these things that make the world unjust and people's minds confused."

"Okay, I'll go with you."

The car turned and asked the slave to ask where it was, then drove to the other side.

The slave began to hear the young master talking about the killing, and felt very uneasy, but when he heard that there was a turning point, he finally felt relieved and drove attentively.

When we arrived near the village, a group of children passed by, humming songs.

"One is like one, two is like four, three is like nine, four is like six..."

After listening to the song for a while, Gongsun Ze nodded slightly and said, "It seems that this person is not completely talented. However, even if he knows the number of things and does not understand benevolence, wisdom, etiquette, righteousness, integrity and shame, who dares to use them as a treasury treasury?"

At this time, there was already a song of Nine Nine, but it started from Nine Nine to end from Two Two. This fashion of mathematics is one of the six arts of the nobles, and Gongsun Ze also learned some of them.

But he always believed that these are all minor ways. If he didn't know how to be a human being, then even if he knew these things, he could not do things. What if he robbed them? What if he kept them privately? So if he couldn't learn benevolence, wisdom, etiquette, righteousness, integrity and shame, it would be better not to learn arithmetic and other things.

But a friend said, "It is rare for the sons of common people here to be able to understand arithmetics. Why should we ask too much? Besides, the Mo family was originally a man without a king or a father. Isn't it like a chime, bell, silk strings and animals listening to it?"

"That's true."

Gongsun Ze nodded and continued to move forward. When he saw a courtyard wall, he hurriedly called to stop.

On the courtyard wall, a line of words was written on charcoal, with eight characters in total. The fonts were ugly and the sky was broken and the earth was incomplete.

He looked carefully and recognized a few, but they were all changed.

After guessing, he estimated that the eight words written on it were "Flowing in July, and clothes were given in September."

However, the word is written in a very simple way, not in large seal script, with stiff and straight strokes. He had never seen a person who wrote in this way.

The large seal script is a circulating text, and the texts in different countries are different, but even so, Gongsun Ze has never seen the Han Li that should have appeared hundreds of years later, let alone the more simplified regular script.

It happened that a child passed by, and Gongsun Ze pointed to the eight words above and asked, "Can you recognize this word?"

The child had six fingers on his right hand, and he looked average and was dressed in a ragged manner. He was obviously a son of a gangster. He was carrying a basket in his hand to hold these shits.

After Gongsun Ze asked, the child looked at him coldly and nodded, "Recognize it. The fire in July is flowing, and the clothes are given in September."

He also didn't expect that there would be children in this kind of place to recognize words. Although the word was extremely strange, he asked again: "You can recite the following?"

The child nodded, and Gongsun Ze asked again: "Do you know what it means?"

The child nodded again and sneered, "Of course I know. Brother Shi once said this poem, and it was just a sentence: Those who wear silk and silk are not silkworms; those who eat meat and minced meat are not shepherds; those who drink sweet wine are not millets. One word, bitter, two words, seeking to live. Three words, why?"

After the child finished speaking, Shi Shiran left, leaving Gongsun Ze with a back view.

Gongsun Ze was furious and said, "Look, this is the poem he talked about? What qualifications do he have to give poems? He misinterpreted the original meaning of the poem and dared to tell these children. Wouldn't it be a confusion of the world? This poem is clearly talking about the affairs of women inside and outside. Men hunting and farming, women spinning hemp and delivering food... This... How can this be used to describe poetry like this?"

In anger, he got off the car and didn't care about the etiquette of walking slowly. He called a child and shouted out the right thing, and the man who wanted to argue on the spot had no words to face it and let these gangsters know the original meaning of the poem.

Such chaos immediately attracted many people, and some people had already gone to find the right place.

After he found out that the man was not carrying the bow and arrow or bronze sword, he grinned and felt assured. He hid a small stone dagger in his clothes and walked slowly outside.

The etiquette is not inferior to the common people, and he is also a person who misinterpreted the poetry. Gongsun Ze did not agree with the etiquette and asked directly: "What qualifications do you have to talk about poetry? What qualifications do these people have to listen to poetry? When Zi said that after painting, Zixia understood the truth about etiquette, so that he could hear poetry. How can these people understand the meaning of poetry? Where did you learn to interpret poetry? Is this how this poem is recorded in He Jianwen?"

At this time, many people had gathered. I looked at Gongsun Ze, who was covered with straight skirts and covered with jade pendants, and curled his lips and said, "Is your understanding of Jianwen must be correct? I believe Jianwen without distinguishing it. I just heard of it and thought that I had attained enlightenment. It would be better to have Jianwen without Jianwen."

When Gongsun Ze heard this, he laughed and said, "If he doesn't say anything wrong, it's hard to do it. He is talking about someone like you! Even if it's Mo Zhai, he doesn't dare to say such words. What are you? How dare you say such words?"

Shixin said, this is not what I said.

He did not answer this sentence directly, but took advantage of Gongsun Ze's excitement and suddenly asked: "Since you think the words on the bamboo slips are credible, let me ask you, is King Wu Ren?"

When Gongsun Ze heard this, he became even more angry. He thought to himself that even your husband Mo Zhai would not dare to say this. He immediately cursed back: "Of course, benevolence."

"Is this recorded on the bamboo slip?"

"yes."

"Since you are kind, why does Yu Muye bleed and blew a pestle in "Wucheng"? Since you are kind, you bleed and punished the people and King Zhou was unethical. Why did those people surrender without bowing down? "Chengwu" also recorded that the former disciple turned against him to welcome the king's army. Since he had turned against him to welcome the king's army, King Wu was so angry that he had blood and bleed and bleed. How could he be said to be kind? You are also a soldier, who has driven a car and fought a war, how many people could he kill to bleed and bleed a pestle?"

Shi stretched out two fingers and said with a smile: "Since the bamboo slips are impossible to be wrong, I can draw two points from my Mohist debate. Either, King Wu is not kind; or you have to admit that what you understand may not be the original intention of the bamboo slips."

"If you think what you understand is correct, then King Wu is not kind; if you admit that you understand something wrong, then King Wu may still be kind. You choose one. Of course, there is another possibility, that is, you think that benevolence is to kill blood and flow into a river. The more you kill, the more kind you are, the more kind you are. If you have to say that, then I can't choose one. You can choose one."
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