Tomorrow is the day after tomorrow.

I originally thought that I would invite a man to dinner tomorrow, but after communicating with Gong Zaoye, I decided to expand the scope of treating guests.

Tomorrow's treat becomes the next day.

He is not very familiar with many ink masters.

Mozi teaches his disciples, and never wants to teach every disciple to be a omnipotent.

Someone once studied. Mozi was like when Sun Wukong became a disciple. He asked the disciple which knowledge he knew. He said that you just teach me all of them? Mozi looked at the disciple and told him directly that you are not the foundation of the Wushuang nationality. It would be great to choose one to learn it clearly.

Therefore, ink is a great talent; but a single ink is not a great talent.

I originally wanted to have a good relationship with a very capable one, but after talking to Gong Zaoye, I found that there were too many people with ability. Except for those who are proficient in how to sacrifice, it seems that they all need to have a good relationship.

Just like Gong Zaoye, Gong Zaochu, the two brothers have good skills, one is the "red flower double stick" of the Mo family, and the other is responsible for building weapons to defend the city.

The ink is not a joy. Although the public has the ability to cast bells, it is impossible to use it to cast bells.

In a suitable way, if you can cast a bell, you can cast another thing. It will be of great use in the future, and the movement and stillness can be much greater than that of chimes.

Of course, such people need to be invited.

But people like this need to be invited to be models, charcoal, pottery, digging, kiln building, grinding wheels, pulleys, carpenters, stonemasons... These people must be familiar with each other.

Once there are too many people, it is impossible to be private anymore.

Liufinger Reeds plus him, and his brother and sister-in-law called the neighbors to help, and seven or eight people were busy all day.

The mummy thought that the donkey he bought was to kill and eat meat, but the mummy made a mask of cursing vision for the donkey, put it on the Anhao millstone and started his life as a donkey.

The wheat flour was borrowed from the village community, and it was suitable for wood slices to be made and paid back in the future.

He has both a reputation in the village and a ox, so it is not bad for everyone to give it to him, but he doesn't want to break the rules.

After grinding the soaked beans into soy milk, Luhua also asked her to give some money raised by the people in the village to her brother and sister-in-law.

"Brother and sister-in-law, if you want to open this tofu and pasta stall, you need a turnover. The money at home may not be possible. So I discussed with the villagers and paid half of each. The money I earned in the future will be divided into three parts. One part is the profit of your principal, one part is the profit of the village committee's principal, and the other part is the money of my sister-in-law's labor."

"This tofu restaurant can only be opened in the city. There are many nobles in the city, and most of the wealth within a hundred miles outside the city is absorbed into the city by taxes. The income from opening this store must be quite large, but the rules are good. You can get one third of your efforts, and they also get one third of your money."

My sister-in-law didn't say anything, and he was still used to the deer-in-law making decisions.

The muntjac took the money and just nodded.

Shi knew his brother's temper and nodding was enough to be a promise, but he still took out the cut piece of wood and asked his brother to carve a trace on it.

At this time, there are six fingers of reed flowers here, which is also a testimony. If the village community wants to develop, it must concentrate the capital in the hands of individuals in the early stage to buy oxen, overcome famine, or concentrate it to do some small handicrafts. At this time, material accumulation is too difficult and too slow, and even a tofu shop cannot be managed one by one like later generations.

Tofu Luhua and Liuzhi followed him and gave instructions.

The remaining soybean water from the last time I made tofu has already fermented. I no longer need to buy vinegar, but I just need to keep stirring when mixing.

Soon, add water to the wheat flour with your neighbors and mix it into dough.

At this time, there was no yeast or steamer, so I baked it in the way of naan.

The taste of baked flour attracted many people next door to find out what it was. Soon, he asked the reed flowers to tear off a few big cakes and distributed them to the children, and asked Liuzhi to tell them some stories.

I was busy for a day and a night, and the morning of the next day, I finally finished enough meals for many people.

Meal seems very simple to Shi, but at this time it can always make people's index fingers move, and Shi finally has the opportunity to have a meal that is like that.

Soy milk, pickled shredded carrots, tofu mixed with chopped peppers and vinegar, naan bread, pickled leek flowers.

These simple foods that make people drool when they see them are piled up in the house. After washing their faces, they took some food to search for Mozi.

It was still early, and when I entered the thatched house where Mozi lived, many Mo people greeted Shi. Those who had eaten tofu looked at the tofu that Shi held, recalled the taste of that day, and told those who had never eaten it.

Mozi had just gotten up inside the house, holding a suitable clay tablet in his hand and was watching it. He looked at it all day yesterday, and even dreaming about sleeping and dreaming.

There is a circle drawn on the clay board, with many regular polygons connected inside, but the simple clay board made Mo Zi think about it all day.

At this time, the area of ​​the circle is calculated by pi. The regular polygons on the clay board have proved that 3 is absolutely wrong.

Three circles have one diameter, five squares have seven squares, which are the profoundest meanings of numbers and geometry in this era. Anyone who can understand these two things can be a capable official.

The diameter of the circumference is one of the rough pi, and the quaternary five of the slant seven of the slant is the rough root number two.

A circle and a circle are drawn on the clay board to connect the regular hexagons. Mozi can see that there are a lot of areas outside the regular hexagons. It is so intuitive that it is definitely wrong to have a diameter of three.

He thought about it all day yesterday and had already realized something at night. Today he happened to want to ask questions.

The method is right. In Mozi's opinion, Mr. Sai and Tang Han must have great talents. The knowledge that others have done before is enough, you only need to know the answers and methods, and you no longer need to deduce it again.

I didn't expect that I had just woken up, but Shi came. Mozi was about to say that he was coming, but when he saw some food he brought.

He was not angry either, but just joked: "Why, you also have to learn those ancient rituals and serve an old man like me until he dies? I can still move."

Shi put down the food and said with a distressed look on his face: "I have something to ask sir."

When Mozi heard this, he didn't take the food to heart anymore and asked, "What's the matter?"

"My disciple once heard from the gentleman that the King of Chu is so thin that he starved to death in the palace. Now his disciples teach people to plant wheat and make wheat cakes. If they are introduced to Yingdu, the King of Chu will be happy, thinking that this thing can make a strong country and will take the lead in eating it so that everyone can plant wheat. At that time, will there be more thin waists in the King of Chu palace? Or are there more thick waists?"

How could Mozi not understand Shi's meaning? Looking at the wheat cakes that Shi was holding, he laughed and said, "Yingdu is far away. Do you want me to make this King of Chu who is happy to eat wheat cakes?"

He smiled but didn't answer. Knowing that Mo Zi was old and his teeth were loose, he tore open a piece of naan bread and soaked it in soy milk, and handed it over and said, "Sir, he is thick with millet all day long, but he is old after all. If the teacher also thinks it tastes good, I think the food tastes good. Since it is good, then the wheat is no longer so unpalatable. Since the wheat is no longer so unpalatable, the method of staying wheat will be easier to promote."

Mo Zi took the can of soy milk and laughed: "As you said, if I don't eat it, it will be detrimental to the people in the world to grow Sumai?"

Shi also smiled and said, "You are the one who pursues the origin of things. In my eyes, this thing is wheat cakes. In your eyes, isn't it the bean soup and beans that common people eat the most frequently?"

Mozi did not eat that can of soy milk, but shook his head and said, "I am also a human being. My eyes are no different from your eyes. How can I regard this soy milk as bean soup? Bean soup is bean soup, and soy milk is soy milk. This cannot be ignored. Bean soup comes from beans, and soy milk comes from beans. You can say that these are all beans, but you can't say that they are the same. This is the problem of a white horse being a dark horse, not the problem of a white horse being a horse."

Shi secretly stuck out his tongue and was about to say something, Mo Zi sighed: "You have just become a Mo. Do you think that Mo must eat corn and rice? You can't eat anything else? What you hear may not be true."

"When Gengzhu was an official in Chu State, he did not eat corn all day long. When Shengchuo and Xiang Ziniu were ministers, could he not eat meat? It was not like that."

"I don't care about those who go out to be officials, or those who don't go with me, let alone allow them to eat corn."

"People in the world think that Mo people can only wear short brown and eat corn. In fact, the people who follow me cannot afford it. There are many Mo people, and most of the people who study with me are not rich, just like you. If you ask for learning, you can't do things and have to eat. I am not obeying a fiefdom and have to prepare equipment to defend the city. Where can I get money?"

"As for the principle of using sanctification, I don't need to tell you, I only talk about the reasons other than using sanctification. The Mo people have been practicing righteousness for decades, and have traveled to Qi, Chu, Lu and Song dynasties. What can hundreds of people eat without eating corn?"

"The world does not understand the reason, but you, as a memorialist, cannot misunderstand. Those who follow me to practice righteousness do not eat well because they have no money. But those who are officials do not only eat corn every day. They are not so cheap."

"I used to be on a carriage to pack bamboo slips when I was traveling, but later I didn't have money to eat and sold it... When Jia Dun of the City came back, ask him, how much does it cost to follow me in a year?"

"Now you want to practice righteousness in Peidi, how can you do it without money? How can you spend money on food at this time? If we practice righteousness to the end, it is for everyone in the world to eat corn and rice, then it would be better not to do this righteousness!"

Shi smiled bitterly and said, "But the people in Shangqiu City all think so."

Mo Zi waved his hand and signaled not to care. He asked, "You always have a basis for doing things. Today, you just said that the King of Chu is so thin-waisted, and I understand it. But since you want to do this, how can I let me eat it here? If you don't eat it on the street, who can see it? Who can know that Sumai Mai flour tastes so? You are thinking about this very right, but you are not doing it right."

When I bowed again, I said, "I remembered the teachings of Mr. I have not fully understood them before. But Mr. I only talked about the principles other than the use of excuses. Even if we are rich, we should not spend a lot of money, but use them in the meaning of practice."

Mo Zi nodded and said, "It's such a reason. It's good if you can understand it. Mo is the first righteousness of the Mo, and eating coarse millet and bitter food is just a means of righteousness. I recall Shengchuo not because he has a good life, but because he only remembers his life and forgets his righteousness."

When Mo Zi said this, he finally felt relieved. After repeatedly saying that he would remember the righteousness of his actions and would not only know the salary, he finally talked about this matter.

"The disciple has prepared hundreds of food for the ink masters, and wants to help all the ink masters in Shangqiu to spread the reputation of wheat flour so that they can plant many kinds of wheat in the future. I just think that the gentleman is the kind of person who makes the sufferings and makes the joy, so I want to ask the gentleman first."

Mo Zi laughed and reached out to touch Shi's head and said, "Treat is suffering, how can it be happiness? The treasures in my eyes are different, either jade or meaning, but the pain is the same. There are things that cannot be changed and things that change by the heart. These two are different."

"If you can do this, it means that you are right in your mind and right in your work, but you don't know me, a gentleman."

He stood up, and asked Shi to get up, picked up the can of soy milk and said, "Since you are ready, let's go together. You said that you hope that everyone in the paradise will eat wheat flour, and that the ink should be the forward, so we ink will run into the paradise first today."
Chapter completed!