Si Xingzi Xu and Huang Yueling each used different methods to determine the fate of many people, whether they were born or died.

They don't consider people they don't know.

When Mozi asked Gong Zaoye to break the little noble's arm with a sword in the village, he would not consider the fate of Sang Sheng, a farmer who went to Songcheng to offer treasures.

Not the same, not the same.

Sang Sheng did not get what he wanted, and the three taels of gold promised by the noble man were driven out of the stable.

Walking in dismay on the streets of Shangqiu, many people who saw him crazy and offering treasures yesterday pointed and pointed behind their backs.

Or mocking, or asking.

Sang Sheng didn't want to say a word, and felt a little dark in front of him.

The sun was still hanging in the air, but I always felt like a layer of morning mist by the Song River, and I couldn't see clearly.

The ears were buzzing, just like the noises made by the mosquitoes flying above the head during summer work. I wanted to slap my hands and stretch them out but there was nothing. The buzzing sounds continued to be difficult to stop.

I have never obtained the three litres of gold, so I cannot say that I have lost it.

But those oxen that Sumai, which is so close to the point, and those novel seeds that can be planted in a few years were once right in front of you, but now they are really lost.

Living is not only material things, but also communication with people that are different from wild animals.

If he gets three ounces of gold, he can escape to a place that does not belong to public fields, no longer fulfill the military and labor obligations of the village community, buy some private fields, and start a new life.

A new life is not only the private land he bought, but also those who don’t know how he got these three taels of gold near the private land.

There, he was still the strong and strong Sang Sheng; instead of the betrayed and rejected Sang Sheng after returning to the village.

He wants to be someone his neighbor likes, but he also wants to live a good life.

The best way he could think of was to betray his previous neighbors and be a good person in a place that no one knew.

Now, the new ones will not come, and the old ones will be lost.

It is not a long road. He walked for a long time, squatted down for a long time, rested for a long time, and hoped that he would become permanent for a long time.

He was driven away at dawn and wandered in front of the village before the sun set.

At the same time, I was enough to walk back and forth with the heavy firewood on my back.

There were waves of screams from children from afar, and parents called their children's names to call back for dinner. It seemed that they could still hear the sound of the cow that they bought and lent to the shared cows of eight families.

Sang Sheng squatted under a tree. Somehow he suddenly realized that it was his turn to feed the cows next month. If he couldn't feed the land well, he would have to line up his back.

A cow is not your own cow, but it is a cow that you can use.

He had seen the cow, and he had seen it before he came to this village to fight Gongsun Ze.

But those cattle are not his, nor are they usable. Although they also need to be fed, they are just military taxes.

Thinking of Niu and seeing Su Mai beside him, Sang Sheng's eyes suddenly lit up.

"It's right! It's all because of him! He doesn't come. I'm just a farmer in the village. He farms and gives birth to land and shares, raises children, and calls for wars. How good was that time? I never thought I could live a better life. I have always believed that wealth and poverty are destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined

"It's him! It's him who let me know that there is another way to live. Just like those pigs in pigpens, how could they think of running outside before they saw wild boars?"

"It's him! Let me become like this, otherwise I wouldn't have been like this. If it weren't for him, I would still be Sang Sheng, who everyone in the village felt very energetic, instead of Sang Sheng, who was hated by others after returning like this now!"

"Who did he think he was? Why did he make me dare to think about things I didn't dare to think about before? It's all his fault for me to become like this!"

"It was him who let me know that farmers can eat corn every day without having to eat wild vegetables in spring and summer! It was he who said that the paradise made me want that kind of life!"

"When I was in the village community, I never thought about these things. Poverty, wealth and honor are destined. He insisted on saying that it is not destined. He is lying to me!"

"Look! Am I still poor now? He said he was not destined to be? He was lying to others! Lies me! Lies to everyone in the village community!"

"I don't blame me for this! I don't blame me! I'm right! I'm right!"

"If it weren't for him, I would only know that a village community is as big as a village, and I would never dare to think about things I had never thought about half a year ago."

"I originally believed that poverty, wealth and honor are destined. How could I dare to have such thoughts at that time? It was because I believed in his undestined words that I had evil thoughts in my heart. He is a ghost! An evil ghost! An evil ghost that penetrated into people's hearts!"

At first I just thought about it, but in the end I blamed all this on me, and seemed to have a sudden enlightenment and integrated it and shouted out loudly.

The more I shouted, the more I became, the more I believed it. In the end, there was no need to even understand the reason for suddenly enlightenment and understanding. Only a word of resentment was left, which filled my heart, echoed in my ears, and madness was on my face.

People are always like this.

Perhaps, he just wants to make others think he is crazy, even if he is laughing at him.

Compared to the disgust of the villagers who cannot be separated from, he would rather others follow him and say he is crazy, at least there is still a trace of pitiful feelings.

Disgust and ridicule. When people have difficulty breaking the deadlock and can only choose one of them, they always choose madness and stupidity in exchange for ridicule.

Perhaps, when doing this, people who do this often don’t know what they are doing, or maybe it’s just a kind of self-protection hidden deep in the hearts of the group animals. Wild dogs will take care of the stupid people in the group, but they will never take care of those who bite back.

Sang Sheng might feel that he was shouting like this and returning to the village community, the people in the village would only tell his wife pitifully... Sang Sheng was crazy.

That would be the best.

So he shouted louder, walked faster, fell more fiercely, and shouted louder.

The sweat was covered with the soil on the ground. He fell on the missing piece of cow dung by the children who were picking up the dung, and then stood up and ran back to the village community with a crazy smile.

He thought that the people in the village would scold him, that there would be children chasing him and hitting him with stones, or that it would be better for someone to shout that Sang Sheng was crazy and ran back to tell everyone in the village.

But he did not see a pair of eyes staring at him from his eyes that were a little black because of his shouting.

The people in the village just glanced at him and bowed their heads and were busy with their own affairs - the children were busy reciting the three words they learned today, the men were busy carrying the stones pulled from Binshan, and the women were busy weaving reed mats that were said to be a new bean food.

Everyone is working hard for the paradise they hear and dream of. Who cares about what a person who doesn't want such a paradise is like?

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In the village, Shi was busy with a stonemason named Shizhi named Shizhi.

The stones pulled back were painted with spiral charcoal lines that looked like rifled, and the hard chisel was carving traces that could allow wheat flour and soy milk to gather and flow out along the charcoal lines.

Shi stopped the work in his hand, raised his head, looked at Sang Sheng who was still shouting in the distance but his voice became smaller and smaller, and smiled and shook his head.

He knew that he would arrange for Sang Sheng an unforgettable fate for life, a fate that was worse than death.

Sang Sheng is a farmer who teaches Tiancun Club and cannot escape without money. And he will be in this place where he cannot escape and cannot leave, making Sang Sheng unforgettable for his life.

After a long talk with him yesterday, Mo Zi suddenly mentioned something.

Mozi said that he would stay in this village with a few Momen for three or five days, so that Shi would do it as usual and speak the same way he usually did.

Mozi wants to see it with his own eyes and listen with his own ears.

Everything must be in line with the upper and lower levels. If what you say in the past few days is different from what you usually say, then these people in the village will definitely have some doubts and ask why it is different from what you usually say.

Mozi wanted to use this method to observe Shi at the end, and also wanted to hear with his own ears whether the things Shi said were in line with the morality of Mo.

He believed that with his seventy years of experience, he could always hear the truth and distinguish the contradictory.

Perhaps, Mozi also wanted to see if he could handle some things, and the way he dealt with was in line with the morality of the Mo.

Although the village community is small, there are always many things.

After coming here, the original grassroots organizations of the autonomous village community were divided into two levels.

The first level is the semi-autonomous system of peasants and soldiers under the original system of Song State, which had almost no control, only the right to collect taxes and conquest for labor and military obligations.

The other floor is a collection of people who believe that the Promised Land can be realized, often gathering and listening to stories.

This village is a village community that is a village community that is taught by public fields, not a village under private fields. The Song State did not have the grassroots control ability to reform Qin State decades later. In addition, there was no written law, so the village community has a high degree of autonomy.

Even if it is a matter of murder, it will be resolved through negotiation within the village or revenge on its own.

Anyway, there is no land dispute in the village community where the land system is used to change the land, and collective labor is also a burden of labor rent and has nothing to do with the rest of the village community. There is no irreconcilable contradiction between the villagers.

Military taxes and labor, that is not a suitable sphere of power.

But life, production, neighborhood relations, culture and education are basically in hand.

A perfect autonomous village community must be one of the two.

But he cleverly used the people gathered in the paradise to quietly take away the power of the other half of the village community.

Military taxes and labor cannot be decided by the village community. If we take advantage of these things that cannot be decided, the real political center of the village community is the simple small house covered with reed mats.

Especially when most people in the village community have already believed that the paradise can be realized, and even after the original villagers have joined in, the gathering of people who believe that the paradise can be realized is basically the same as the village community, which means that everything that the village community can decide is actually in the hands of those who are close to the right and right.

This is a hidden seizure of power. If one day the military tax and labor are not in the hands of the Song State, the frequent visitor in this earthen house can completely take over the power of the village community overnight, and the people in the village community will not be discomfortable.

This is a suitable attempt, a attempt to change from the top down of Qin. It is much more difficult than that of Qin. However, the effect is much better, and it is the only way to master a power of oneself rather than a monarch.

The Qin State's reform only required a large number of minor officials, and this attempt required a group of grassroots personnel who had dreams at least in the early stage. The difference between the two words was that the difficulty and the effect should not be compared.

Shi knew what Mozi wanted to see was just what he was doing on weekdays, whether his words and deeds were consistent, and that was consistent.

But what Shi wanted Mo Zi to see was what he could do, what the effect of his words and deeds were, and what extent could he do.

Therefore, he must come forward to solve the matter of Sang Sheng, and it must be solved perfectly:

Sang Sheng is not a man of ink, so he cannot use the rewards and punishments of ink; so he is not a noble, so he cannot deal with Sang Sheng at will, nor can he use fines or labor service.

But he must also let Sang Sheng be punished in a certain unconventional sense to determine the authority of the village community's future power.

At the same time, it is necessary to make people in and outside the village community convince that they have not exceeded their authority, and within the scope of overcoming authority, they will be unforgettable to Sangsheng for life.
Chapter completed!