There were already many Mo people gathered in the capital of Song State.

The Song people in the city did not think it was different. When the Mo people saw it too much, they became accustomed to it.

Mozi has been back for a few days and dressed exactly the same as he had more than half a year ago, but he has lost the mood of teaching his disciples under the tree more than half a year ago.

Shengchuo’s affairs, Xiang Ziniu’s affairs, those Mo people in Qi who gave up righteousness for their salary... All kinds of things made him feel heavy and knew that this incident would trigger a new round of battle for hegemony in the Central Plains. The Song State, which was sandwiched in the middle, would inevitably suffer disaster no matter how it chose.

Before the night was late, he was watching a few bamboo slips in the house, and the bird slipped through the door and called out sir.

"You're here just right."

Mozi smiled and asked Qin Huali to sit down.

Qin Huali wanted to ask about the right things, but when he heard the gentleman say that he was coming, he didn't speak.

It came just right, which means that Mozi had something to say.

"In the battle of Linqiu, Qi will be defeated. The troops of the Three Jins cannot be stopped by Qi. At this time, the Tian family was busy with internal struggles and had no intention of resisting, and the defeat was irreversible."

When Qin Huali learned Confucianism, he had a name, name Shenzi. After rebelling against Confucianism and returning to Mohism, everyone called him the name directly. Mozi was the gentleman, so he called him Li directly.

Mo Zi sighed and shook his head with a bitter face, "Mr. Song was driven away by Sicheng, and he borrowed the power of the Chu people to restore his position, and he also wanted to use the power of the Chu people to suppress the six families. Yesterday I went to see Mr. Song, and he said that the Three Jins were victorious and he went to Luoyi to pay homage; Chu State would go to Yingcheng to pay homage, and wander in this way, Song State would have no worries."

"Hey, I asked him to prepare in advance, but he didn't listen. Besides, the oath that year was still there. It was not something that Song Gong could decide on the matters of the State of Song. It was necessary for the three families of Dai, Huang and Zi to decide together."

"Li, do you still remember the last time Chu attacked Song?"

Qin Huali nodded and said, "Remember, I understand what sir means. You must be prepared to be attacked so that you may not be attacked. What made the King of Chu retreat was not the gentleman's tongue, but the three hundred Mo people who could fight against Chu in the city and the large amount of food prepared in advance."

Mo Zi smiled and nodded. The disciple who knew his thoughts best told him what he wanted to say in one word.

This is the case with conquests. The basis for not being beaten is that you have the ability to beat others. This is a simple and weird inference, but many kings don’t think so at all.

"Since the Battle of Chengpu, Jin and Chu have been fighting for hegemony for a hundred years. A few years ago, the six ministers fought each other in Jin, and Chu has a strong power. Now that the three Jins work together, if Song goes to Luoyi to pay homage, how can Chu be willing to rest? What should we do if Song besieged Song again?"

"I was famine last year, and last year, Duke Song built a palace again. There was not much grain stored in the city. He could not hold it for a long time. Even if he wanted the Three Jins to come to save him, how could he have time?"

When Qin Huali heard this, she sighed and said, "Yes, the teacher understands this principle, but the teacher is unable to do it. In the previous year, many people died of famine. Unfortunately, the black jade, sweet potato, ghost finger and other things did not appear earlier. If they appeared earlier, they would not say that they could overcome this wasteland, and they could also keep it for a long time."

When Mozi heard those strange words, he thought it was a kind of food from the State of Chu. When he heard the words of Bird Huali, he knew that it must be a kind of thing that could prepare for wasteland and save wasteland, or a transliteration that he had but had never heard of before, or a certain crop from Chu.

He was not thinking about it, so he didn't ask much.

The prophecy in Chu was different from that of Song. When the Chu State Order Yin slept with his own cousin, his cousin gave birth to a baby and threw it into the wilderness to cover up the ugly things. As a result, the baby was fed by a tiger and got a strange name from Gu Yutu.

The Central Plains countries were quite puzzled by this name, but it was actually very simple. The Chu people called the milk that was fed and the tiger was called Yutu, so this name was extremely strange.

But Ruo Yi-Translation is a child who grows up with tiger's milk.

Mozi thought it was another story between Yu Tu and Gu, and he was a little surprised in his heart, so he considered how to defend the city and how to discuss with the Mozhe to prevent things like Sheng Chuo from happening again.

However, Jin Huali had heard Liuzhi talk about the new rice. Knowing that the matter was important, he said: "The sweet potatoes and potatoes produce ten stones per mu. The Chu people would send troops slowly. If there were enough seeds, they would rush to plant them. If the wheat could be harvested again, the food might not be insufficient!"

These words finally attracted Mo Zi's attention. He was knowledgeable and knew that there was no grain in the world that could produce ten stones per mu. Ten stones per mu, which means that it was nearly 400 kilograms per mu. The number of acres today was a quantity that even Mo Zi was shocked.

He immediately asked, "Where did you see this black jade, sweet potato, etc?"

Just one sentence, Qin Huali was stunned and asked, "Don't you know?"

Mo Zi sighed: "When I was a child's debate day, Zhongni said that the world's knowledge was endless, and that's exactly what it means. I have never heard of these kinds of rice names. Especially the Mo jade, is it related to my Mo family?"

After saying this, Qin Huali understood that Shi was not a disciple of the teacher at all, or even a Mozhe, was a matter that needs to be considered.

This man did a lot of things there and borrowed the name of the Mo family. Could it be that he was going to do something ulterior motive?

But when I think about the child, what is the best thing for this Mo to pretend? The Mo has the will of heaven, the orders of the giant, and the rules. As Mozi said, is it, the rules. Those who pretend to be Mo have to risk the enlightenment of the giant's order and the sea of ​​fire. It's better not to pretend.

He couldn't make a decision in his heart, so he repeated the things he heard during the day.

Mo Zi kept listening, nodding from time to time to praise, occasionally clapping his hands to inspire, and occasionally frowning, as if he did not agree with some practices.

This story was too exciting. Qin Huali told it for a long time, and continued to talk about Sumai, wooden seed sprinklers, etc., after he saw or heard of it, he asked, "Sir, this is not your disciple. Will it be detrimental to my Mohist family if he does this?"

Mo Zi had a very good memory. When Qin Huali said this, he thought of what happened more than half a year ago, the son of the shoemaker with beautiful eyebrows.

Qin Huali asked him if he could recognize him, and Mo Zi smiled and said, "I have really seen this child, and I even praised him for his words of being carved."

I immediately repeated some of the remarks under the juniper tree, and Mo Zi sighed: "At that time, I thought, how could he, a son of a shoemaker, know about those things? Now it seems that I was wrong."

Qin Huali said again: "Mr. I don't know. That man did a great thing in the village and community, and his reputation was spread to several hills. More than a hundred people heard him preach the meaning of the Mo family. Since the teacher had never taught him, did he really realize the great power of the Mo family by just hearing it? Or was he a member of another family and wanted to be unfavorable to my Mo family?"

I also thought of the things I heard of, whether it is thoughts or behaviors, I can be called a man of ink.

He asked again: "Sir, if this person is not a bad person, is he considered a meme?"

When Mozi heard this, he laughed for a while and slowly told a story.

"If there is one thing, the fur is red, the hooves are divided into four petals, the head has horns, the eyes are big, it can pull a cart, and it is seven or eight feet tall. If it is a female, it can give birth to a calf with a bull; if it is a male, it can give birth to a calf with a cow. But some people just say that this is a pig, then is it a pig or a cow?"

Qin Huali smiled and said, "This is a cow."

"If there is a herd of cattle, it will be extremely strong and will accommodate all the cattle in the world. One day, the cattle said that whatever is in the cattle is a cow; what is not there must be a cow. If there is the thing I mentioned above, but it is not in this cattle, is this a cow for this cattle?"

Qin Huali frowned and thought, shook her head, and seemed to suddenly think of something, and said, "What do you mean by sir, is our Mo family a cow? Or a cow?"

Mo Zi smiled and said, "You are the one who can understand my truth the most. We are herds of cattle, not cattle. If there is no cattle, then tigers and wolf food cannot resist it, and they all go east, west, south, and north, and cannot accomplish anything."

"Is he the Mozhe? No. Is he doing what the Mozhe should do? Yes. But in the end, he is not the Mozhe."

Qin Huali nodded, knowing that the gentleman has always asked a Mohist school, a giant, a rule, a righteousness, and a view of right and wrong.

Only in this way can one gather all righteousness and achieve one righteousness and be in harmony with one's will.

However, before this, it was absolutely impossible to do such a thing without the teachings of the Mohist, so anyone who did that would have to do it would be the Mohist.

But now this person who is called Shi is unprecedented. The meaning of the person who calls himself ink is not the person who performs ink.

Bird Huali didn't know what to do for a moment, and Mo Zi smiled and said, "According to the story just now, there are two types of cattle in the world. One is within the cattle herd, and the other is outside the cattle herd. If the cow does not drive out the horses that are mixed in the cattle herd and does not pull the cattle outside the cattle herd into the cattle herd, that would be unwise!"

"This is exactly the opposite of Shengchuo, and it is also the opposite of those 'Mo people' who only know the small salary but do not know the great righteousness. This person enters the Mo family and is also very beneficial to the recruitment of you back this time. Should I do Shengchuo? Or do you do it? This is the choice that all the Mo people must make this time."

When Qin Huali heard this, she finally breathed a sigh of relief and said that as long as the gentleman came forward to ask in person, he would know if this person was ill-behaved.

He thought about the things he had in the village and smiled and said, "I don't know if this person is ill-behaved, but I know that this person is quite brave."

"He once told the village community that when the husband came back from Qi, he would come to find him and ask him to help him make a carpenter, saying that he could put a cattle and horse on a day to cultivate a hundred acres of land... If this is true, he is really not afraid that his disguised identity will be exposed."

Mo Zi was a person who was very interested in studying. When he heard the woodworking equipment, he was even more happy to see the hunting. He hurriedly asked a few questions, and retelled the simple gadgets of hammered wheat seeds.

He was extremely intelligent. He thought about it a little and clapped his hands and said, "It is called cleverness to benefit people, and it is called clumsy to others! This thing is great kindness! This person is great skill!"

After clapping my hands, I didn't know what I thought of. The joyful look was on my face, but what was left was the loneliness that only the elderly who could not say was.

Mozi is old, but he rarely sighs about being old, and he rarely makes such a lonely look. The birds are very confused.

After a while, Mo Zi suddenly stood up, sighed at the south side, took off his belt, and felt a little confused about others when he saw things.

Qin Huali knew that Mo Zi would not marry, and there was no woman he missed, nor did he see such a flower news as Nan Zi, so the belt would naturally not be given to her by a woman.

"Decades ago, when I went to Yingcheng to see Gongshu, I argued about the attack on Song. I untied my belt as the city wall, attacked each other, and finally defeated him halfway. When I left, I sent my belt to him, and he sent my belt to me. Now that this man is gone, I am old, and when it comes to this time, no one can surpass me and Gongshu."

Mo Zi raised his belt and sighed, "I just heard you say that the kind of wooden tools that can grow hundreds of acres per person, and I can't help feeling it. When I was young, I was fighting and competitive. I will respond to anything that the Gongshu class did. If he is still here, what can I admit defeat? Work with him, according to what he said, to make all kinds of tools that conform to the will of heaven to save manpower, and how many hungry people in the world can help the world? How many hard-working people can solve the problem of the world?"

"I once told Gongshu that it is called cleverness to others, and it is called clumsy to others. He agreed deeply that he will no longer be clever things like wooden kites since then. I think if he is still alive, he will definitely make this thing the most proud work in his life!"

Mozi slowly told the old things from decades ago, holding this belt, and for the first time he found himself old.
Chapter completed!