Meng Sheng has been following Bird Wali for a long time, and has never seen Bird Wali so hurrying.

Although there is no gentleman in the Mohist school who wants to wear jade and walk through the sound of birds, Birds and Slim Li is a person who studied in Bu Zixia after all, and he still has the habits of that time and is calm and unhurried in his work.

This time, Meng Sheng was running at a speed of sixty, which opened his eyes.

Qin Huali has heard so much, and although he knows that he can't see real people now, he must also see some things with his own eyes.

Meng Sheng followed behind and thought to himself: "It is understandable that the sir is in such a hurry. The person named Shi, even the children he taught, is like this. What kind of person is Shi, who is hiding behind this child? Such a person is actually from my Mo family and is so young, which is really a blessing."

Liuzhi saw that the old man was walking very fast and tried his best to run faster by himself.

However, although he was a gangster, he was considered powerful and had done a lot of farm work since he was a child, but he was still worse than this group of people who were running around from all over the world.

The bird slipped through faster and faster, and the six fingers gradually couldn't keep up.

If he was a runner, panting, and Qi Huali still had leisure to turn around and joke: "Little Mo, you can't do this. You haven't heard anyone say that Zi Mozi runs around every day for righteousness. His calves are very thin and sweating too much. Even his hair is gone? If you want to do righteousness in the world, you can't run fast, otherwise when you run, how can you have the opportunity to do righteousness?"

Meng Sheng laughed behind and said, "Sir, don't joke, this is still a child. Little Mo, where is that Mo jade hidden?"

Six fingers gasped and pointed at a dirt house in the distance.

Meng Sheng glanced at it and said aloud: "Okay, I'll let you run seventy steps first. After seventy steps, I'll chase you behind you. If you arrive first, I will give you a real sword and pass on your fencing technique."

When the six fingers heard it, they were happy in their hearts, and they ran forward with their sore teeth and dry mouth.

Qin Huali smiled behind her and turned around and said, "It seems that the person named Shi doesn't know everything. I don't think he has sword skills and body-strengthening skills. It's better if he knows everything, it's a bit scary."

Meng Sheng caught up with Qin Huali and said respectfully: "Sir, this child is a good child. Standing behind him and teaching him is also very human. I admire the son of a commoner who can be taught like this. Do you think this person's skills are taught by Professor Zi Mozi?"

Qin Huali shook her head and said with certainty: "Although Zi Mozi is well-informed, it is impossible for me to change seeds such as black jade or ghost fingers out of thin air. Grass and trees must have species to survive. This is the will of heaven, and even Zi Mozi cannot change it."

Meng Sheng glanced at the six fingers running in front and whispered: "Mr. I mean, this person is the same as Mr., who learns the ink technique he learned first and then learns?"

Qin Huali sighed and said, "Who can I learn from? If I learn from another family, then I will be famous all over the world. Yang Zhu, Li Yuko, Li Jue, Zisi, or the descendant of Lao Danguan Yin? None of these people have ever seen? None of them are."

"Although I could not argue with Yang Zhu's disciples back then, I was not as good as Lie Yuko's quick run, and I was not as good as Zi Sitongche when talking about the classics before the Quanrong burned Haojing... But I think even these famous people in the world could not have these things. If they had them, how could I make my Mo family famous?"

He is a person who is used to big scenes. He said this not to show that he has a wide range of friends, but to report a fact.

Zheng Bo, Wei Hou, Qi Hou, Lu Hou, Song Duke, Yue Wang, Chu Wang... Who has never met with Mo Di?

The blind Bu Zixia, Zeng Shen, who killed pigs and taught his sons, Lie Yukou, who ran as fast as the wind, and Yang Zhu, who both Confucian and Mohist, regarded as the enemy... Who has never talked and laughed with him?

He is one of the few people in the world who can say with a firm determination that something did not exist before, and he is also one of the few people who will not arouse the slightest doubt of others.

Although Meng Sheng has a wealthy background, he is still quite inferior to this kind of friendship.

After hearing what Qin Huali said, I was convinced that this person called "Shi" was not the one who defected from the rest of his philosophers and returned to Mo.

Qin Huali took a deep breath and said in her breath: "No hurry, even if we don't know, Zi Mozi will definitely know that he has accepted him as a disciple. Maybe it was because Zi Mozi went to Qi State to accept his disciple, but now he doesn't know that Zi Mozi has returned, so this person has not returned. After seeing Zi Mozi for a while, you will know."

When Meng Sheng heard this, he stopped talking. He looked up and saw that Liu Finger had already run seventy steps away. He pushed the sword behind him and galloped forward without giving in.

Qin Huali smiled behind her and said to herself: "Meng Sheng is the most trustworthy son, and he is the only one who speaks. Although he is happy to see the child, since he said that he should do his best, he will not show any mercy."

As expected, Meng Sheng ran as if he was in Chu, and in a blink of an eye he caught up with the child, slapped hard behind the child, shouted: "You lost!"

Qin Huali knew that the child was exhausted at this time. Since he lost, he would no longer run with all his might but sit down and rest.

Unexpectedly, the child knew that he had lost, but he kept running to the room before sitting down to breathe.

Qin Huali nodded slightly afterwards and thought to herself: "I must meet the person who teaches this child. There is a beginning and an end, and it is really a skill to teach such a child. I need to ask carefully later..."

Meng Sheng had already reached outside the wall of dirt in front, stood straight, and waited for the child to breathe and took him in.

Birds and Sheli also accelerated their pace, and they were also curious about what things like black jade, ghost fingers, sweet potatoes, potatoes, etc.

When I approached, I found that the room was newly buckled and not too big. It was covered with a layer of reed mat, which could only barely block the wind and rain.

There are some traces of burning fires next to them. Although the ash in the grass and wood are missing, the traces are still there. It is a very large area. You can imagine how many people have surrounded them and listened to the lectures.

Qin Huali thought to himself: "This is what the child said, and it is suitable for people to sacrifice. Since he is a person who knows the truth, everyone will share the meals after the sacrifice. There are so many fires, and there are less than a hundred people who come to listen to it. Where does the expense of this sacrifice come from? You need to ask clearly, and you should not mess with the rules of the Mohist family."

Different times, there will be different questions.

When Qin Wali entered this very ordinary room, the previous questions instantly changed to the rest of the questions. The moment he entered the room, he had forgotten the questions he wanted to ask before.

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The room is not too big, but it has no partitions and is very spacious.

The ones laid on it are not thatch, but just lightweight reed mats used to hide the rain, and the span is quite large.

There is no partition on the ground, there is only a passage for fireworks, and a fire grows next to it, and the fire is discharged from the flue.

There is no thatched roof, but with such a flue, the room is also very warm.

On the north wall, there was a piece of corn that was chosen as the largest corn cob, and the ears wrapped in the grain were hanging upside down like a bun.

In addition, there are only one carrots, potatoes, sweet potatoes, etc. that are specially used for others to see.

The walls to the east were painted with some white ash, and a few legends were drawn with charcoal on them, which were extremely simple.

A circular figure with many things that rotate clockwise like spiral lines, varying in length.

This is a stone mill. The simple principle is to carve a groove in a straight or straight way on the stone. When it rotates in a certain direction, the flour will be driven into the groove and will be continuously driven from the inside by spiral patterns to the outside as it rotates.

On the wall to the west, there were some strange things and a few simple words with horizontal and vertical lines. Qin Huali and others didn't recognize them, but they knew a few of them in the house.

The walls on the south side need doors and windows, so they are very small.

But on the narrow wall, there was still a person's appearance, with three words written under the person.

left, man, right,

The only walls on the north attracted the eyes of all the ink masters, one by one, exclaiming, praising, or ecstatic.

Qin Huali had heard Liuzhi talk about many strange things, but now she can see them with her own eyes. Although she is ecstatic, she is still clear-headed.

He turned his eyes to the other three walls, marveling.

After a brief shock, he turned his attention to the women who were learning something there.

After approaching quietly, I leaned over and looked down and found that these women were holding a ball of things like catkins in their hands, but they were longer and whiter than catkins.

An old woman spread such white things like catkins on a piece of wood, then took out a reed stick, rolled it bit by bit, rolled the white buns on the reed stick, and rolled them into long strips.

The woman was still explaining: "In this way, the ghost flowers will be rolled into long strips. After rubbing them into long strips, pinch the long strips of spinning them, just like the sprinklers you usually rub. Try it, don't be afraid of breaking them, and shake them open after breaking them."

Qin Huali thought that this should be what Liuzhi said about the ghost cloth. It is said that after being weaved, it is as white as snow, and it saves the process of soaking and peeling hemp. From harvesting to weaving, it can be done by one woman.

Since he has seen with his own eyes these things that can really change many people's lives, he has focused on these material levels.

Just as some ink masters only saw the north wall, he was able to think deeply at the other three walls.

This is determined by vision.

He looked at the women who were immersed in learning to rub tampons with his hands behind his back, walked slowly to the side of Liu Finger, who was cooking in a pottery jar, and asked, "Who is this room? I see there are still traces of wood ash outside. Are you here for your usual sacrificial sacrifices?"

Liuzhi was busy stirring the mushy in the jar with a stick, and replied without looking back: "This house was built together. It is here for sacrifices, gatherings, and study on weekdays. It is cold in winter and the spinning of yarn is slow. Brother Shi asked everyone to take turns to take out firewood for a day to warm the house. Women and children stay in the house during the day to avoid frostbite. In this way, each family can save some firewood and warm it up."

"Every family knows what day it is, and it is the turn to do it. If they don't do it, they are not allowed to warm and weave or do anything in the house, or even exchange the cows that Shi Ge won."

"Ge Shi said that most people are not Mo people, so they only need to benefit from each other, and there is no need to love righteousness with Mo people. So when it is not accurate, you should not be accurate. If anyone prevents others from benefiting, then everyone should also despise him."

"If the villages and communities are all Mo people and have vowed to treat people who are not Mo people, that is another matter. The Mo people and the Mo people have different requirements."

Qin Huali nodded secretly, and believed in his identity as a Mozhe in his heart.

The Mozhe has the art of defending the city, not only tool technology, but also organizational technology, including organizational technology, prevention of defections, etc., which are all part of the organizational technology.

Only by relying on tools and technology, you can't defend the city at all. The complete set of organizational techniques of the Mohist family is the key to defending the city.

Although the room is full of women and children, the problem has been clearly shown.

He just looked at it. After finding out that these women appeared, they looked at the woman who was surrounded by them and taught them to rub tampons. After the woman had no indication that everything was normal, these women did not ask more or were nervous.

Moreover, when you get together all year round, you will definitely be familiar with each other, and it will be easier to help if you have anything.

He no longer disturbed the cooked six fingers. After chatting with a child for a few words, he suddenly asked an extremely strange question.

He pointed to the three words "left, man, right" on the south wall and asked the other child, "Do you know these three words?"

The child nodded and said, "Brother Shi taught him. Left, man, right."

Qin Huali asked a cunning question and pointed at the man on the wall and said, "Is Zuo Dong?"

The child pointed at Qin Huali and laughed, "No. How can he talk about it with the left and right, east, west, south and north?"

"Ge Shi said that east, west, south and north are divided by unchanging suns; and left and right are divided by individuals. So when he taught us, he said that we should first learn the herringbone and then learn the left and right."

"I am not the unchanging sun, it is changing at any time, so the left can be in any direction from east, west, south, and north. The left and right are placed together with the front and back."

After saying that, he learned the three words that day, and stretched out his left hand and said, "This is the left hand."

Then he walked around the place a few times, and smiled like the one he taught them that day, "Do you think the left is east or west?"

Qin Huali pretended to be enlightened, praised the child for a few words, and nodded secretly, believing in the identity of the suitable ink person.

The sage does not need to know the left and right, but only needs to know the impact of the chariot.

The Mozhe needs to know the left and right. When defending the city, he even requires the people in the city to distinguish the left and right so that the advance and retreat are well-founded and the chaos is not easy to cause. It is of great significance to city wars.

Moreover, the dialectical center inside explains the difference between left and right and east, an important part of the formal Mohist debate technique would not explain it like this if someone else would not.
To be continued...