He didn't go to watch everything in the stands, he just listened through his ears.

At this moment, it seems like you are heading to Jieshi in the east and listening to the vast sea.

Those silences and outbreaks are like rising and falling tides, rushing in waves and retreating in waves.

From those questions, surprises, doubts, support, and shouts, he heard his hope and Mozhe's hope.

The people at the forefront were mostly handicraftsmen in Peiyi, members of the craftsman association, people selected by various villages and communities, and those in Shangqiu villages who first came into contact with these theories.

As he could hear, they had accepted it.

But it will take some time for those who come to accept it later, and those who speak smoothly need to guide and convince these people.

Some of the handicraftsmen who were closest to the craftsmen in the craftsman association first asked their questions. They did not go directly to ask the right side as agreed, but instead asked the craftsmen around them to convey it.

Because these people are very close to the morality of the Mohist people, only the young six fingers are arranged here.

A carpenter asked, "Little Mo, you Mo Zhu always talked about Yu Sheng. Is it because of this reason that Yu is called the Holy King?"

Liuzhi repeated the carpenter's doubts, and then ran to Shi's ear to speak. Shi gave an answer again, which was passed on by Liuzhi.

Although he was young, he followed him for a long time and his mouth was clear.

After coming back, he said, "It's the same."

"In the era of Dayu, wind and rain were mixed, rivers were blocked, and everyone under the river was fish and turtle. At that time, what people most looked forward to was to be able to control floods."

"So people gave up their right to be free, followed Dayu through wind and rain, polished the hair on their legs, thickened the calluses in their hands, and even died of exhaustion on the banks of the rivers in exchange for the benefit of themselves and their descendants' descendants."

"Dayu did it, so he was called the Holy King and has been praised. Isn't this the truth?"

"If Dayu came to the shore of Sishui now, when the weather was good, he would still have worn his hair on his legs and passed through the house three times without entering, and did not care about the most harmful disputes in the world, but still digging the river, could the people of the world still obey? Can he still respect him as the sage king?"

"In ancient times, Dayu was also pursuing wind and rain. If he was pursuing wind and rain now, the former was a saint and the latter was not considered a saint. Isn't this because everyone wants the most to change the benefits?"

"So, what made Yu the Holy King was not because he was in the wind and rain, but because he was able to make everyone profit and fulfill the contract signed with the world, so he was able to become the co-lord of the world and establish Xia."

"His father Gun was unable to control the flood, so he was killed. The saint king Di Yao killed him. Didn't the power that Emperor Yao could kill him come from the agreement and interests of the people of the world?"

"If you can't live through the wind and rain, you will not be able to complete the contract and make the people of the world profit. But he became the Holy King because he made the world profit, not just to live through the wind and rain."

"The difference between this cannot be ignored."

"A person who can abide by the agreement with the people of the world and who can benefit the people of the world is the Holy King."

"That's why we Mozhe said that we should choose the wise man as the emperor. The wise man is the will of heaven. Isn't the will of heaven based on whether everyone can benefit?"

"Isn't it just a heavenly will that the things that everyone can gain profits together to become a law? Does the Emperor of Heaven hope that everyone will suffer from difficulties and cannot benefit but can only harm them?"

"So, the Mo respects Yu Sheng, which is the same as the truth just now."

The reason is not complicated, and it also solved the problem that Zhuangzi proposed in later generations that "those who in later generations mostly use furnishings and brown clothes, and wear clogs as clothes, and continue to stop day and night, and regard themselves as suffering as the ultimate goal, saying: "It cannot be like this, it is not the way of Yu, and it is not worthy of being called ink."

The Mohist changed from a sect who suffered from the extreme suffering through wind and rain to a political reformist faction that took the interests of the people first.

This silent correction has been done secretly, and now it is said by Liu Finger to the handicraft, and in fact it is also said to the many ink masters.

After listening to Liuzhi's retelling, the man thought for a long time, nodded and said, "It's such a truth, I have understood what you mean. Then I accept the principle of Mo's convention and selection of the emperor."

The people kneeling beside him nodded in agreement, and then cheered in unison.

They were the first to applaud, and more people asked more strange questions later, and then those ink masters passed them to Shi, and Shi would answer them one by one.

Too many people have too many problems, and all these problems must be explained within the framework of Mozhe's morality and attached to the unity of social contracts and profit and righteousness.

From the time we met at noon to the time when we answered the last question and calmed down again, it was already evening.

In the sunset, the sunshine shines on the sunflower crown that is carrying, adding a bit of indescribable fantasy.

He listened quietly, feeling the heat of the sunlight on his face.

When the sound of the tide gradually turned into the calm of the tide, he raised his left hand and asked loudly: "Are you willing to give up your right to kill others at will in exchange for the benefit of not being killed by others for no reason?"

Those who have been closest said in unison: "Will!"

There were many ink users mixed in it, and this sound of willingness, which was like another wave of tide, was slowly pushing from front to back, triggering more willingness.

"Are you willing to give up your right to plunder others at will in exchange for the benefit of not being plundered by others at will?"

"willing!"

"Will you give up part of your food as a public offering in exchange for the benefit of getting relief when you suffer famine one day and not starve to death?"

"willing!"

"Would you give up on your random sleeping of any woman in exchange for the benefit that your women will not be sleeping with others?"

"willing!"

"Are you willing to give up on your random harm to others and become disabled in exchange for the benefit of not being harmed by others and becoming disabled in exchange for the benefit of not being harmed by others and become disabled?"

"willing!"

"Are you willing to give up your right to abandon your children at will in exchange for the benefits that your children must offer for the elderly?"

"willing!"

"Are you willing to give up part of your freedom in exchange for the benefit of building canals and dams together to avoid being drowned by future floods?"

"willing!"

"Are you willing to give up your arbitrary occupation of other people's land in exchange for the benefit of not being able to invade others' land?"

"willing!"

"Are you willing to give up on your random entry into other people's houses in exchange for the benefit of not being able to enter your own houses by others?"

"willing!"

"Would you give up some of your freedom and food in exchange for the benefit of gathering together to train and protect yourself from being massacred by others?"

"willing!"

...

Give up one by one, exchanged one by one, and benefit one by one, in exchange for the willingness to condense into a tide in the end.

When I asked the last sentence, it was already late.

Shi raised a blank bamboo deed with his left hand and said, "These are the deeds you are going to sign."

He folded the blank bamboo combo hard, broke it in response, and shouted loudly.

"This contract is so fragile, it can be broken once it is broken, and the world is so fragile. Everyone who signs the bamboo contract should protect it."

"This bamboo contract is decided by all people. Everyone can say what they want to do, whether it is killing people at will, robbing them at will, or giving up the contract of the world, and admit that they will only benefit and not be harmed. As long as you dare to bear the consequences of doing so."

After shouting, his right hand holding the sunflower scepter raised high, facing the sunset, and slightly raised his left hand upwards, summing up the two words he said just now at the people who were intoxicated by the sunset and the golden crows.

"Everything is empty!"
Chapter completed!