The third year after the Mengzhuze alliance was the ninth year of King An of Zhou and 393 AD.

In the past three years, many people have died and many wars have been fought.

But the day still rises and falls, and the month depends on profit and loss.

Time changes are the most ruthless to people.

Yuedi, Hangou, this canal dug for hegemony back then, is now in a hurry, with boats competing to communicate with the rivers and rivers.

Thirty miles ahead is Guangling City.

On a boat, an old man sat at the bow of the boat, holding something in his hand, cast in brass, which looked like a straight wood, with expensive crystals embedded on both sides. This is the Qianli Mile Mile Mile Mile only made by the Mohist family last year.

The old man raised it up from time to time to look at it, with many smiles on his face and nodded from time to time.

A young man in his thirties stood beside him and said repeatedly: "Gianzi, it's better not to see too much."

The one who spoke was right. And the one he called the giant was naturally Mo Zi.

But Mo Zi did not take back the Qianli Mirror and smiled and said, "Jun Changsang said I can't stand the end of this year. Once a person dies, I have seen the dawn of benefiting the world, so I am not afraid of death. I am not afraid of death, but why are I afraid of dizziness?"

Behind Shi, there were five strong men holding swords standing. They were the Fifth of the Thirteen Swords that he had made at Shi. Now the Mo family members are in high positions. But this time Mozi said that he had traveled for the last time before he died, and he still wanted these people to accompany him.

In addition to this ship, there are several ships behind it, followed by many Mohist figures.

Although Mo Zi didn't care, everyone present was sad. Changsang Jun was unparalleled in medical skills. Since he said that the giant could not survive this year, he might not be able to survive.

Mozi played with Qianli Mirror and sighed, "This thing is so good. It's a pity that I can't see the moon, so I can only be blurred."

Shi said repeatedly: "Mr.com works hard for a few more years, and is grinding, and the craftsmen are becoming more and more skilled..."

Mo Zi laughed and said, "I can't stand it! I can't stand it!"

"The three things I wanted to see most back then have seen one and a half now. Soluzan has not yet heard of it, but sending people to send back a few Western good horses. It is indeed a magical horse. If it is improved, it can help farm and fight."

"There are teams who lead the Chau back from the far north. The world is shocked, proving that other families are at least wrong. Our statement about the world may be correct, that's enough."

"I have been 20 years old and want to benefit the world. Now I am over 70 years old. I really want to live a few more years, but unfortunately I can't live."

When everyone on the boat heard this, they were sad, and many disciples cried softly.

Seeing the boat passing by, many disciples pointed to a ship passing by in order to make the gentleman happier, and said, "That is our ship, which transports copper ingots from Lingyang."

"There is also the one that transports sugar and salt from Haiyang. There is sugarcane in Yunmeng in Chu, so we squeeze it into icing and boil salt in Haiyang. This is all a big move. Now some wealthy farmers can drink a pot of sugar water made of 'tea' in the afternoon, and salt is enough..."

Mo Zi just kept nodding and said, "Okay! OK! OK..."

He stood up tremblingly, and Shi and the people next to him hurriedly supported him. Mo Zi looked at the bow of the boat and stared at the water for a long time, and said sadly: "Lao Dan said, the wise are happy, the water."

"The joy of a wise man is like flowing water, reading all things in the world, leisurely and indifferent. Judging from his words, I am not a wise man. The more I read all things in the world, I am not leisurely and indifferent, but I think more and more about holding a sword to benefit the world!"

Everyone did not speak, knowing the gentleman's temper and status, he no longer cared about other people's opinions. He had his own family and had his own rules. What he never surpassed was not the old system, but the heart of "ambition for the whole world".

Mo Zi looked at it for a long time and said to someone behind him: "Gao He, go back and get some of the things I have written in the past few years."

Upon hearing this, Gao He hurriedly walked backwards and took out a huge wooden box.

If this wooden box contains bamboo slips, it may be only ten thousand words. But if it contains books bound by straw, silk and paper, it may be more than millions of words.

Only two people on the boat knew what was written.

Mozi and Shi.

In fact, the inside is filled with blank bound paper, and Mo Zi’s signature and seal are every few pages, but there is actually no word inside.

Before going on a trip this time before his death, Mozi and Shi had a close conversation and told Shi about this.

After Gao He brought the wooden box, Mo Zi asked all the senior Mo family members on the boat to come over and said, "This is the Tianzhi Academy that I have studied over the years."

"There is no political control, personnel, and opinions on how the Mohist school will go in the future. Some are just ideas about the geometry of the nine numbers, the sun, moon, stars, and the farming and all kinds of craftsmen."

"Do you remember?"

Everyone said, "Remember."

Mozi asked again: "If someone says from this, Mozi has written some personnel and political arrangements, what do you think?"

All of those people said, "It must be a lie. It cannot be trusted. It also usurps the words of the giants, and it should be punished!"

Mo Zi nodded, looked at Shi who knew the truth, and said, "These are the most comprehensible learnings of heaven and the other people are a little worse. Let's hand these things over to Shi. In the future, I will sort out one article and publish one to complete my Mohist school's learning."

It was clear that Mozi believed in his views on the world and everything, and also understood that Mozi knew his status in the Mo family, so before he died, he hoped to do something for the world in the end.

He also asked Shi, if he asked his knowledge to be signed by Mozi, would Shi be willing? Shi Zheng was unable to get it, and kept saying that he did not seek fame. If he wanted to benefit the world, he would take this matter to the point of view, and there was no other word.

What Mozi said before was really restrained. There were factions, disputes, disputes, and even many out-of-equity factions within the Mohist school.

During the gathering three years ago, Mo Zi stepped down as a giant, and Qin Huali became a giant. Shi squeezed away Wei Yue and became the youngest Qi Wuhui.

Mozi didn't want to leave anything behind, so that Shi could use it to play. He didn't trust Shi, but he didn't want any possibility.

So he said that there is no view on personnel and politics here, but only the cold "theorem" that explains the objective world.

Mozi always felt that this was more appropriate than he showed. Mozi knew that as the founder of the Mo family, some things were written by him and appropriate, and their meanings for future generations were completely different.

Shi stretched out his hands to take the wooden box, and Mozi reminded everyone: "These things are very slow to organize. Don't be anxious. Moreover, what I wrote is not as easy as Shi's who have been the Xuanyi radical and the radical... What Shi has to do is to sort out all this in words that most people can understand."

Shi lowered his head and said, "Respect your order. I will never forget it."

Mo Zi waved his hand and said, "Put it away. I haven't talked about political affairs these days, I just look at the scenery, see the changes over the years, and see how much we have benefited the world. How far can we reach Guangling before?"

Gao He said by the side: "You must arrive before evening."

Mo Zi smiled and said, "Then let's take a day off in Guangling."

In the evening, the setting sun reflected the red river water, and the group got off the boat, and there were people here to welcome and wait.

Mozi rode a carriage, and the rest rode horses and came along the way to the city of Guangling.

This is Yue, but not far away is Haiyang occupied by the Mohist school. The Mohist school has penetrated a lot, and it is almost the same as in Si.

Once you enter the city, you can easily see the stronghold of the Mohist family here.

The house made of red bricks is inlaid with several pieces that were extremely sensational when they first came. Now everyone in the city is used to it. It is called glass by the Mohist school.

Next to this is a wine shop with a wooden board next to it. Every once in a while, a man from the ink teaches the characters. There are still traces left by the characters "Islam" and it has not been wiped clean. You can vaguely see that the words "rice", "salt", "saccharide" and other words written.

The sunset shone on the glass, a little dazzling. Mo Zi covered his eyes with his hands and turned around and asked, "Shi, you said, two hundred years... is it enough for everyone in the world to use glass to replace window paper?"

Shi smiled and said, "It should be possible? Didn't my husband go to the glass workshop on the island on the lake last month? Actually... Fortunately, it's just the seaweed ash you need, which is a bit difficult to get."

The island is located in Peize, and it is all secret workshops of the Mohist family, with extremely strict defenses.

Mozi knew that this seaweed ash was a must-have for making glass. In addition to having a workshop, the Mo family also purchased it on the beach. There were already some workshops specializing in making these things on the beach of Yuedi.

Some of them were the nobles of Yue who directly used the serfs from their fiefdoms as workshop workers, because the food became more and more valuable in recent years, and the various luxury goods from the Mo family emerged one after another. It was really difficult for the nobles of Yue who relied on the little income from their original fiefdoms to maintain a luxurious life.

If others have glass, they must make it yourself. This thing is bright and comfortable to live in.

If others have porcelain, they must make some of it themselves, otherwise it will be too much of aristocratic demeanor.

Others’ private soldiers have muskets and iron swords, so you have to buy some, otherwise they will have no strength to speak.

Others have iron pots, mirrors, and cotton cloth, and they must also have...

However, relying solely on the income from the fiefdom, the grain is getting cheaper and cheaper, and the Mohist family does not collect food. As long as money is enough, they have to use their brains to maintain such a life.

Some people learn from Haiyang and use their own serfs to grow sugarcane; some people set up grass-boiling workshops by the sea; some people plant cotton in their fiefdoms...

Although there are not many people, at least some people have done so.

Mo Zi looked at Shi and asked, "Didn't you say that the algae ash can be made of charcoal, cyst alum juice and salt? And the cyst alum water can also be burned with sulfur or something?"

Shi laughed and said, "The world is changing, and the gentleman said he should weigh the big profits and small profits. I am afraid I don't have the intention to do these things. However, my disciples have grown up and learned a lot. In a few years, they will be able to stand on their own in these things... Then, if it is done, it may be possible for two hundred years."

"Sir, don't worry about this. As long as the Mohist school's Tianzhi study is passed down, even if they can't do it, there will always be someone behind it. So I said at the beginning that Mr. walked into the grass and turned into thousands of people, just for these things."
Chapter completed!