I sighed that this was the second day of a strange thing, and compared with the war between Qi and Mo families, something big happened.

More than 50,000 Qi prisoners were also escorted to Guyi, and built thatched huts on an open space outside the city to settle down. It is said that the Qi prisoners who were in the valley could be released from home and reunited with their families, as long as they came to the camp site every three days.

The engineers in the army began to measure the land area of ​​the fleeing nobles, especially the nobles who were sealed and fed the fields near the cities and towns.

However, such a big deal is not related to the wage trader.

He had no son or relatives in the army. Whether the Duke of Qi won or lost, whether these prisoners were detained or released had nothing to do with him, and he didn't care.

On the contrary, those who went to transport grain returned from the Beiji River, and everyone who went there received money was the matter, which is worth paying attention to for wage traders.

Even if one day there is rumors that the capital Linzi will be destroyed, it may not be as important as this matter.

As for the news that came, it was said that the fiefs of the nobles were distributed, and the wage traders didn't care.

The distribution has nothing to do with him, and it is said that it is mainly allocated to farmers who farm on the fiefdom.

He is the person who has the least influence on his vital interests after the Mo family entered the city this time.

But still, the impact of vital interests is the least, not without them. For example, the fact that the person who transported the food returned safely and received money was very big for him.

He walked around and didn't have the nerve to go home. The far-sighted vision a few days ago seemed to have become a joke today. Thinking that if he went back, he would be nagged by his wife, his son laughed at him.

So after walking a few laps, he walked to the neighbor's house and someone he was familiar with. The family went to Beiji River to transport grain three days ago and returned today. He wanted to ask clearly.

As soon as I entered the yard, I saw the woman in the house wrapped in indigo cotton cloth on her body, happily measuring how to cut a piece of clothes.

When the neighbors saw the arrival of the firewood vendor, the neighbor came up to him. The woman who was happily fiddling with the cotton cloth first said, "That day my good friend asked you to go with you, but you didn't. If you go, you will change your clothes for your family. Look at the cotton cloth on the Si side, but it is much thinner than the linen we have here, and it is a few inches wider. Touch..."

The firefighter reached out and touched it a few times, saying, "It has been common in recent years. But where can I buy it? The family members make some fermented meat on it, and rub it into thread when they are free, and they buy it themselves. But they buy less..."

The woman obviously had just heard her husband telling the story of Si Shang on the way, and said, "Oh, where can I spin a linen on Si Shang? A family of 100 acres of land, planted two seasons of grain, and paid the tax, they were all their own. They all went to buy cotton cloth from the workshop."

"The man who went to the north to transport grain with my family and planted hundreds of acres of cotton in the village and community. When it was time to collect the cotton, he picked it together and sold it for money..."

It is easy for wage traders to understand such cooperation, because the world has the basis of the system of banning public land. If it were put in the busy era of private land hundreds of years later, it would be difficult to understand what was going on, and it was just ordinary today.

It is nothing more than that the labor income of public fields belongs to the lord, while the income there belongs to everyone in the village. However, the labor model is no different, and it is indeed more effective than planting alone, and there will be no situation where you can't be busy in rainy days.

After nagging for a few words, the neighbor also knew what the money dealer was doing, and said, "I said, it's really a loss for you not to go this time. The Mo family's righteous army is different from other troops. They keep their words. They have the song of the Three Chronicles and Eight Rules. They all said that when they Mozi defended the city, they would have to repay the things they borrowed from our gangsters."

"When I went there this time, someone's horse stepped into the field mouse hole and broke the horse's legs. The man directly registered and paid a horse after he came back."

The trafficker was even more surprised and said, "Is there such a thing?"

"Then there is still fake? I saw it with my own eyes."

The firefighter raised his head for a while, couldn't believe it, and said for a long time: "I'm really a ghost. There are still such people in the world? Hey, I heard that the money he gave you is not that kind of grass and silk, right?"

The neighbor took out a string of sword coins from his arms and said, "Look at this? We don't collect the grass and silk from the Mo family, but the big merchants here can collect it. The Mo family directly exchanged the money here. After they exchanged the money, they went to Si Shang to buy iron and cotton cloth and resold it?"

The trafficker took it and weighed it a few times, and the neighbor said the number given was really a lot, and he regretted that he didn't go.

After asking a few more questions, the neighbor said, "I will go again tomorrow, and it is also calculated by the day. Don't stop going this time."

The firefighter said repeatedly: "Then you want to go, then you want to go. Hey, isn't there any grain in the treasury in the city? The army, armor, tithes and taxes collected only this year are all in the treasury. Why do you still have to transport grain from the north? Is it also sold out in the north?"

The neighbor smiled and said, "Doctor A has already run away. The Mo family sent only 300 riders and took Ayi. The nobles all ran to Pingyin. But we did not go to Adi to transport grain, but in a warehouse."

"I heard that Xue Ling was even more so. There were only fifty people from the Mo family who came over, and the doctors and gentlemen there ran away. The carriages transporting family and property were lined up very far, but the Mo family did not chase after them."

The firefighter snorted and said, "People who eat meat are afraid of death. This Mo family is really good. If only this time I can conquer Linzi directly, that would be great."

The neighbor nodded and said, "I'm thinking like this too. Even if I don't capture Linzi, I'll cut us over. By the way, tomorrow morning, I'm going to transport grain again. Not all the captured people have come here, and I have to eat. Now, a 100,000 army requires a lot of food every day. There are some local treasurys, and I heard that it will be returned to us after a while, saying that this tuition is unjust, and it's all our blood and sweat..."

The firefighter was even more fascinated and nodded, "It would be great if our doctor and minister could know this. Okay, then I'll leave first and go back and prepare."

The neighbors didn't stay with each other, just said, "Then you go back quickly. Don't forget tomorrow morning."

The money dealer never thought that he would deal with the Mo family earlier than he expected tomorrow morning. He was thinking in his mind whether someone would laugh at his legs when he went tomorrow morning, or would he deceive those in the Mo family and punish them.

As soon as he arrived home, he didn't want to ask him if there were any cattle and horses in his house the day before yesterday. The firefighter subconsciously wanted to pretend to be limp, but when he saw the man's smiling eyes, his legs finally became weak and he couldn't pretend. Instead, he was a little embarrassed and could not walk.

The Mozhe did not look at his legs anymore, but smiled and said, "My fellow villagers, today we are going to buy some firewood. We will sell it to us at the winter price at a fair price. Who would you sell it to? Do you think so?"

Since I had asked, what I saw and heard in the past few days also confirmed the rumors that the firewood sellers were unwilling to do so. Even after counting the amount of firewood, the Mo family did not do anything about half a piece of red gauze and one zhang silk, and tied it with a cow head to recharge the salary, and only paid copper coins.

When Mozhe left, his family weighed the copper coins in endlessly and smiled happily, and forgot to nag about his far-sighted things that day.

The next morning, he didn't eat, so he drove the carriage to the near the military camp.

The neighbor said that he would take care of the food on the road and be able to eat enough, but he would not eat breakfast and eat more at noon, which would save food for a meal.

As soon as he arrived near the barracks, some young neighbors joked: "Oh, I said, your legs and your horse's legs are good, but they are fast."

The firefighter blushed and said, "How can you know that they are really kind and righteous men?"

A man who usually makes jokes said in a melodious voice: "He should first see if we can get the money. If we can't get it, he will say we are stupid. If we get it, then he will be a benevolent and righteous teacher. Can he really break his leg? Therefore, it is better to bully good people. If he is a noble doctor, he will have to break his leg today before he dares to come..."

In the laughter of the crowd, the firefighters were not angry because of their cunning, but blushed and embarrassed, saying, "That's natural. If it were nobles, I would definitely break my legs today. Otherwise, they would punish me when they saw that my legs were not broken, and they might even really break my legs..."

After a few days of nothing, he went to the Beiji River to transport grain.

Three meals a day, I eat fried rice with wheat flour, and the dishes are salted fish or some fried beans. They taste very fragrant and I eat them very full.

During the days when transporting grain, Guyi's army has been much smaller. I heard that it has gone to fight against Pingyin.

Yesterday, the wage trader saw another righteous army by the Beiji River. He took a boat and got ashore in Ayi.

There are still many huge copper cannons in the army, but he doesn't recognize them. He just heard of them. He couldn't help but sigh and said to himself: "They are all copper. How much does it cost to cast? The Mo family is indeed rich. No wonder they don't greedy for the money in our hands. Just these cannons will be taken out and melted, which is enough..."

When I saw those cannons, I felt even more happy, and thought that if these cannons were available, the Mo family might have to capture Linzi.

There is no difference between the surname Jiang and Chen in Qi. Doctors or nobles, and they should still collect the Fu Jia Fu, but if they change to Mo family, it would be very different.

Although I can't get a place, at least I don't have to worry that my own industry will be gone. I can't farm. If I really take over Linzi, with the Mo family's policies, I still have some strength and my life will be better than before.

If you live well, others will live well. If you live well, there will be more people who are willing to spend money to buy firewood instead of cutting down on yourself to save money, and you will live better...

What he thought was simple and not complicated.

He then raised his ears and listened to the rumors of the people who transported food together, and didn't know if Pingyin City had been captured.

The matter of transporting grain on the four or five days has come to an end. He received the money and went home. As soon as he entered the door, he heard his wife say, "You go to the market tomorrow. The Mo family announced in the city yesterday that they had paid the Qiujia Fu this year. No matter how much, each family will return some of the treasury's property."

The warship sellers are used to it. They have seen such strange things in the past few days, but they feel that they are extremely ordinary and not surprising at all.

When these unprecedented things are no longer strange, people know that there is another possibility in the world: those strange things that have never been heard will be taken for granted in the new world.

Since I only went to collect it tomorrow, I couldn't be idle today. I thought that the Mo family still needed firewood, so I might as well cut some trees for money.

As long as you give money in the army, money will be easy to make.

I thought that the Mo family would not take too long to stay here. As long as I live for another month, my strength would be exchanged for a lot of money. If I could live for a year, I would have to buy another ink car, get an axe, and hire one or two people...

With a simple yearning for a new life, I drove the car to the outside of the city. At a place where I usually chop wood, I saw a group of Mo family soldiers busy on the top of the mountain from afar.

He was no longer afraid, so he leaned over and found out that this was the "engineering force" of the Mo family.

He didn't know what an engineer is, and the pronunciation of the Si Shang Gong was different from that of Gu Yi Gong, but he knew that these people were busy measuring the fiefs of the nobles recently.

The reason they recognize at a glance is that these "engineers" all wear a strange hat, not a dress, but wear something called pants.

After he leaned over, he found that there were still many local people there.

An officer wearing a fur hat was holding a strange cylinder and looking into the distance. There were several people next to him holding something in their hands and drawing something there.

He didn't understand, and was about to ask something, the officer wearing a fur hat turned around and said in a silence to the locals watching the fun: "Look, Jishui has turned a corner here, this is why it will be affected by heavy rains a few years ago."

"The terrain in the north is not high, and it can be blown up there. After taking it straight, the Ji River will go straight, and it will be fine if it rains. Moreover, on the south side, tens of millions of fertile fields can be opened. Without the water, the ground will be covered with mud. This is a good land. As long as you sow seeds, you will have a good harvest."

When the firefighter heard that this was the case, he didn't care much and thought to himself: "I chop firewood for a living, but I don't farm, and even if I get flooded, I won't lose anything. However, if I can really repair it, I will be exempted from a lot of money for strengthening the dam every year. When I get old, my son is lame again. Although I can be exempted, I still have to pay the money..."

He also thought: "Cultivation is cultivation, but don't just let yourself work."

But he didn't know why he needed him. After the officer said that, the local stakeholders applauded.

If the local doctor did this, he might not say that he would be amazed by a true gentleman, and he would think that it would be the scorching sun in the sky.

But when placed among the Mohist charity masters, although I also lamented that the Mohist school is indeed beneficial to the people, it seems not that weird and incredible.

On the contrary, if you don’t do this, you will feel weird.

This incident of Ji River flooding is a big deal in Guyi. It seems that someone has said this, and these ink people became concerned.

This matter has nothing to do with him. He was afraid that he would pay for the work, so he asked carefully: "If you practice, you have to rush to the slack season, otherwise you will hurt the farmers even if you pay money..."

He asked this, but in fact he was not concerned about whether he was hurting the farmers, and he did not farm.

He asked this, wondering: When will the repair be done? Will the work be paid for? Or do everyone need to work?

Asked in a hidden way, the officer seemed to have not heard his little thoughts and sighed, "It's not too late to go. Summer is coming, and heavy rain is coming... Alas, the prince and the doctor are really a vegetarian meal. The Ji River has been flooded for hundreds of years, but no one has been in charge of it for hundreds of years."

A man next to him sneered: "The noble man's fiefdom is not close to here, so what are they building? The people on their fiefdoms also have to build the walls for their own walls."

The officer sighed and said, "Zi Mozi said: In ancient times, if the title was not high, the people would be disrespectful; if the salary was not high, the people would not believe it; if the government orders were continuous, the people would not be afraid. The ancient sage king gave high titles, paid heavy salaries, and gave them responsibility for their affairs, and decided to stop their orders. How could he give it to his ministers? He wanted to make things that benefit the people accomplished."

"Granting titles, salary, and official positions is not a reward for those people, but for those people to do things. This is the obligation to govern the party for the official title. Today, it is a reward for high titles, heavy salary, and responsibilities. It is like buying pearls but leaving beautiful boxes and throwing away pearls and jade."

"The righteousness of this world is natural, and if it does not change, it will sooner or later die."

The officer shook his head, and the wage dealer was finally a little shocked: In the eyes of the Mo family, titles, salary, and official positions were not rewards, but just a prerequisite for doing things that benefit the people.

Giving titles, salary, and official positions is to make the people respect and trust, so that they can lead the people to accomplish things.
To be continued...