When the firefighter saw the corn cake in his son's hand, a gush of evil fire inexplicably and cursed: "You are afraid that others don't know that you have food at home, right? Eat! You know how to eat. If the pile of firewood outside is used, it will be in vain in the past few months!"

The lame son snorted, "It's already been taken. He even defeated the 60,000-strong army of the doctor in Jishui. Can you stop him by taking something?"

The wage trader knew that this was the reason. If the people outside really took it, they really had no way of doing it.

He took the tortilla and whispered: "You're here to watch."

The lame son smiled bitterly and said, "Dad, are you scared silly? My legs are broken, what's the use of me? Don't say that the army wants to take it, even if others want to take it, I can't catch up."

The firefighter said angrily: "You are stupid! If they take it, no one can stop it. I am afraid that they will pull people to transport the baggage. If you break your legs, they will not be able to pull you up. If it really doesn't work, I will have to chop off our horseshoe tomorrow. Although it hurts, it will affect my work in the future, but it will be better than being pulled away by someone."

The lame son nodded. Many people in the city are familiar with this kind of thing now, and some people specialize in selling some herbs that cause horses to have diarrhea in order to escape military service.

Some people specially cut off their big toes, which would make them unsteady walking, so they would not have to work hard and would not have to work in military service.

He went back and ate a few bites of rice, carefully hid some of the food stored at home, and walked around his horse with a stone for a long time, staring at the horny part of the horse's hooves, but he still couldn't bear it.

I thought to myself, I can’t say that the Mohist charity masters are really different, they are really like those rumors.

But when I thought about it, I thought that the world's crows are like black, and tigers and wolves still don't eat meat? I'm afraid it's still not possible.

The only reliance in this family is this horse. If it really hits the horns of the horse's hooves, it will be impossible to pull the cart for two or three months.

How did the horse know the owner's worries? He was still eating grass quietly there. Seeing the owner beside him, he walked around and rubbed his wet nose against the back of his hand.

The firefighter felt soft and the stone in his hand fell to the ground. He thought to himself that he would talk about it tomorrow.

He tossed and turned in the wheatgrass that night, and he couldn't sleep. He always heard someone outside robbing his own pile of firewood. After waking up, he went out and walked around and saw a bright bonfire in the distance.

He was startled and quickly called his son's name twice, but there was no answer. He felt even more anxious. He hurried over and saw that his son was actually asleep in the haystack.

There was a little firewood outside, and some songs could be heard from afar. The firewood dealer finally believed it a little and said to himself: "They didn't see this pile of firewood from me. Could it be that they are really unfair to the people? This is because the sun comes out from the west, fish don't have to drink water, people don't have to poop and eat, and it's like snowing in summer."

I finally felt relieved, and the sleepiness I had accumulated before immediately came.

The morning dew pounced on his face, and he suddenly woke up, quickly looked at the firewood and haystack outside, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

The neighbor next to him was more courageous and was already working outside, so he also took the courage to walk out of the house.

But he didn't walk out normally, but limped.

His legs had nothing wrong with him. He used these legs to push firewood to turn his ink carriage into a carriage.

But my son has been lame for a long time, and he has learned all day long. He has learned a lot and limped out the door so that he will not have to be taken away by others to serve as labor or as a baggage soldier.

It’s a pity that when the doctor was recruiting, everyone in the neighborhood knew that he was not a lame person, and he was reluctant to cut off his toes, otherwise no one would do the work at home in the future.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little regretful. If I had known this, I would have broken my eldest son's leg with my own hands, which would have been better than dying outside.

I limped outside and saw a lot of people gathering near the market.

The markets were the hardest hit areas that the Mohist family penetrated. One day, when the princes cleared all the Mohists and beheaded, they would cut fish that would leak the net.

These handicraftsmen have a closer relationship with the Mohist school. They knew the Mohist school's systems and policies early on, and were not afraid of anything. They just sold some goods in the market.

A bunch of people gathered in the distance, and a local carpenter was talking about something. This carpenter was the first one to make ink trucks in the city. The first ink truck of the firefighter was made by the carpenter.

He limped into the crowd, and then he heard the carpenter say, "The Mo family said, a car, a horse, and a person are all counted as wages. Give copper coins..."

There were many neighbors around him, and the lame man asked, "What is this for?"

The neighbor smiled and said, "The Mo family is really not a quarrel with the people. Isn't this? I have to go to the Beiji River to transport grain, and I have to travel back and forth in two days, and I have given enough money. If I don't have money, I can give cotton cloth or anything else. We all recognize these many people, can they deceive us?"

"Aren't you having a horse and a car? You're not going to make a lot of money?"

The neighbor's voice was not loud, but the wage dealer suddenly waved his hand and shouted: "Low, low sound!"

He looked back at the soldiers of the righteous army who were maintaining order next to him, and found that they didn't seem to understand very much. Then he felt relieved and said to himself: "I don't make these money, don't be deceived. Then the horse will be gone..."

Based on the distrust of history and past cognition, the wage traders also feel that the Mo family are indeed a bit strange: if you have weapons in your hands, just grab them directly, why do you need to cheat?

He also served when he was young. The army of any prince and prince went to war, but instead of plundering the villagers, he harvested and ate all the wheat and corn in the fields.

Although he suspected in his heart that the Mo family had really lured his horse, it was already very strange to see an army with weapons but not directly robbed them.

I couldn't help but be curious. I listened for a while. A person who could speak Qi language fluently was talking about some simple and easy-to-understand principles after a while. He listened to it and said it was, but I thought it was just that. From this perspective, if the people of the Mo family could do it, it would be really like what they said.

Oh, that would be great!

He thought this way, but he felt that it was unrealistic. If there is no difference between the age and the young and the low, he actually doesn't care much, so it's hard to understand why people such as shoemakers, carpenters, potters and others cheer.

However, those things that people cannot be privately collected and those whose private property cannot be moved at will have their hearts.

So I couldn't help but think that if the world really did this one day, then my livestock would not be conferred as a trophy. Not to mention giving money, I didn't even see a horn. Even if I left a horn for myself, I could still sell it to those who made arches and rings, and I could exchange it for two pounds of corn...

He gradually became fascinated by the hearing. Before he knew it, it was already afternoon. Those words seemed to make people eat enough, and he forgot that he was hungry.

When he was about to leave, a Mozhe, who was wearing a strange military uniform and could speak Qi, greeted him and said, "My fellow villagers, I heard that your family has a carriage? It's nothing to do now, why don't you transport grain? It takes only two days for one trip. Horses are counted as one cent, carriages are counted as one cent, and people are counted as one cent."

The man said a number, and the money dealer stumbled his tongue and thought to himself: "This is more than what I earned from cutting the firewood for two days."

In addition to being surprised, he smiled and said, "I do have an old horse in my family, but I accidentally injured my hoof horn yesterday. Let me show it. This beast just shines on my legs. You see, I can't even walk this way..."

"Oh, I really want to make this money. If my horse hadn't been injured or my leg was kicked by a beast, I would have gone. The horse is lying in the nest now, where can I stand up?"

The mozhe said, "Then your legs are fine? There are doctors in the army, who are the disciples of Changsangjun. Have you heard of Changsangjun? I will be free for treatment in the city tomorrow. If you have any symptoms, you might as well go and have a look tomorrow. There are often incidents of bruises and injuries in the army, and the disciples of Changsangjun have a lot of things, but they don't charge you money..."

The warship seller thanked him repeatedly, but said in his heart: "My legs are good. I won't go. If I go, wouldn't I be seen?"

When he got home, his wife and son were muttering, saying, "We have heard that people have sold each horse, each cart, but they have given a lot of money. They can also give iron, cotton, or food. You said you can't do anything now, but you don't go... Then the black butt next door has to go, and they give half of the money first..."

The warship seller snorted: "I laugh today, and they will cry tomorrow. Have you ever seen a dog that doesn't eat shit? If you haven't seen it, how can there be a large army in the world that doesn't recruit civilians?"

"I tell you, don't rush forward in this kind of thing. If the Mo family really did as they said, it would be good and I would be happy. But what if it weren't?"

"They are good, so even if I cheat them today, can good people punish me? Can I still transport food at that time?"

"If they are bad, they will know when they come back."

"What do they say today is to benefit the world and benefit themselves. Hey, benefit the world and let them go, benefit themselves and let me come."

I said a few more words of "foresight" and after eating some food, I slept much more at night than yesterday.

The next morning, the soldiers of the charity army stationed outside got up early, and soon some small houses built with soil were built nearby. After a brief investigation, they found out that it was a toilet, and they also said that there were rules for the charity army to scatter and urinate wherever they went to camp in the army.

In the afternoon, some people gathered in the city. I heard that some ink people were talking about how to grow crops, how to use manure to compose, and how to scrape the salt. They also said that as long as the salt is scraped off and cooked, a merchant would buy it.

Many people in the city listened, especially when talking about how to grow crops, they preached that the population was as popular as waves, and they looked like an old farmer in every move. They talked about planting crops in a very good manner, which made people convinced.

Later I heard that this person was originally from Qi, and it was still the same as the Tian family.

This is even more called the wage dealer unable to see through it. It is not that the Tian family was still working in the Mo family to help fight Qi: there was no concept of a nationality at this time. The battle between nobles was ordinary. Today, they returned to Qi and tomorrow, and then they returned to Lu. What has changed was the doctor who collected military taxes and labor and paid land rent. Sometimes even the villagers who collected taxes did not change.

What he couldn't see through was how could those noble gentlemen who thought farming was a lowly thing do farming in Si?

In the evening, another army came outside the city, which seemed to be a follow-up army and was also camping and resting in the open space outside the market.

With the arrival of this army, the small vendors who were already accustomed to the existence of the Yishi Division began to sell some food nearby. Some people in the army came to find some local people, using copper or gold to buy food, vegetables, sheepdogs, etc.

Still, it’s unpredictable, buying and selling in moderation.
Chapter completed!