The old nobleman who was angry and shouted loudly, many people lowered their heads in shame, their faces flushed, thinking that it seemed that this was correct...

The old nobleman was about to continue speaking, but he didn't expect Sun Pu, who was beside him, sneered and shouted: "I'm sorry!"

"If you fight for the king, then if the king wants to reward you, he should reward what he owns. But he rewards you with the land that should belong to the people of the world. What is the difference between this and the things he stolen for the purpose of rewarding others?"

"You have made great contributions to the Lord and Hou. You should show your scars to the Lord and Hou, not to the thousands of people. Does your scars have anything to do with them?"

"What does the scars on your body bring to the people below now? Is it wealth? Or a better life? Is it wealth? Or more land?"

"You brought nothing to the people. It's like you sacrificed the war god of the five directions, but you blamed that it was not raining. What does the scar on your body have to do with the people?"

He wanted to be sensational, but Sun Pu wanted to interrupt, which not only made his sensationalism meaningless, but also turned the topic back to the final basic question: Whose land belongs to?

If the land belongs to the princes, then the old nobles' remarks today are correct. He captured the cities and land for the princes, thus gaining rewards from the princes, but the people want to leave, that is definitely wrong, because if you want it, it is equivalent to robbing: if someone gives something to a third party, I will rob it, that is robbing.

But if the land is not the princes, then the old nobles' remarks today are nonsense. No matter how many scars you have on you, what does it have to do with the people? The people only want to get their own things, but you say how much suffering you have gone through to grab these things. Even if you cry when you smell it, it is useless.

Many people who were a little ashamed just now suddenly woke up, remembering the various propaganda of the Mo family over the past month. People always like the principles that are beneficial to themselves, and they couldn't help but think: "The Mo family's words are correct. It's like a dog who is guarding someone else's house, but he came to me to eat, and said how much suffering he has suffered from his house... If I have any surplus, I can give it to it. But if I don't, I should drive it away. What does your suffering have to do with us?"

The old nobles on the stage were naked and speechless. Although the summer wind was warm, they were indecent with their naked upper body.

It was not right to wear it at this time, nor would it be right to continue to take it off. When Sun Pu said that the scars on his body were like the broken hands and feet of those beggars on the street.

When the topic turned back to the question of who should belong to the land, the Mo family had already become invincible. Even if the old nobles or subordinates were good at eloquent, they could not argue against the Mo family on this issue.

For this reason, I have prepared for twenty years and improved the entire Mohist theory system. Not to mention this old noble, even the famous scholars in the huge cities and towns cannot refute the Mohist on this issue.

The only thing that can refute the Mo family is now the physical elimination. However, the tens of thousands of righteous teachers on Si were prepared for the unfavorable situation of Wei, Zhao, Han and Chu. I am afraid that no princes dared to think about this problem within ten years.

The body cannot be destroyed, but the truth is debated. This is the situation faced by the old nobles at this time, and they can't do anything about it.

Today, the old nobles were called here, not discussing with him, but just being a puppet, so that the people could see their speechless look, and let the people know the truth of the Mo family that these nobles could be said to be speechless.

As for the old noble himself, Sun Pu did not take it to heart at all. The Mo family had even captured the king. How could a mere sergeant be worth a lot of effort?

The old nobleman suppressed the mouth, and while the old nobleman was full of anger but could not express it, the scar that was originally showing off with his upper body was now as if he was begging for a broken hand, the mourners deliberately guided the old nobleman and his retainers to continue to debate, and then used the Mohist mastery and the propaganda and agitation that the Xuanyi Department was best at refuting them one by one, which attracted the secret cheers of the people.

Sun Pu thought to himself: "Like the drama of Si Shang, the one-man show is not good to play. There is always someone to accompany you to make it taste."

After noon, Sun Pu told a story based on the words said by the old nobles before.

"In the past, Chu's cultivation was good at shooting from the roots, and it was unparalleled in the world. I once shot at the home garden. Someone who chopped the wheels and stood up, looked at it, but after a long time, he did not leave. He saw that his hair was a hundred miles through the willows, but he nodded slightly."

"Uncle Yang asked, 'Do you know how to shoot? Isn't I good at shooting?' The person who made the wheel said, 'Nothing else, but you are familiar with your hands'."

"Yang Shu said angrily, 'How dare you shoot me lightly!' The person who chopped the wheel said, 'I know it with my cutting wheel shaft'. Put a tree on the ground, then took a chisel, closed my eyes to cut the shaft, and then formed it in an instant, carrying ten stones of weight. He said, 'I have nothing else, I only know my hands'."

"Uncle Yang is worshipped and accepted."

This is a very simple story about an oil seller, but there was no oil seller at this time. Oil is still a luxury in the village community, so it was replaced by an elderly person who made wheels that the village community is more familiar with.

There are always many stories about the Mo family, and the carpenters of the Mo family are also unique. Therefore, when this story was first told, Mo Zi nodded and smiled. Although he knew it was fake, he had to recognize the truth.

But when telling stories, it is never for the sake of telling stories. Today, when Sun Pu talks about this story, when everyone hears it with relish, Sun Pu said: "Now that driving, fencing, rushing, and drawing bows, isn't this just a matter of being a good deal?"

"He only said that he could fight bravely, but he did not say why he could fight ten. Could it be because of blood? Do you say that the nobles are even more nobles and lowly, and that martial arts are inherited from blood?"

Speaking of this, someone had already figured it out and asked, and Sun Pu shouted: "It's not like this. It's just because he is familiar with his skills and practices all year round."

"But why can't you practice? Why can he practice?"

"Because he can eat enough without farming or farming, but you have to be busy with farming. Where can you practice if you can't even eat enough?"

"Because when his house is leaking, you have to work hard to repair the house for the chief clan, and after you have repaired it, your own house with leaking air is waiting for you."

"Because you can't afford a bow, and he can afford it, but he can afford it without crops or burying, hunting or hunting, or traders? Where does his money and his food come from?"

"Isn't it ridiculed that you are poor and ungrateful, unable to draw bows or fencing swords by using the wealth you have created in your work, and then said that it all comes from blood and ancestors. Isn't this ridiculous?"

"I have nothing else, I am only familiar with it. Is this a proven truth? The Mohist charity master was originally a polite peasant, industrial and commercial commerce, and often practiced. Shangqiu joined King Chu, swept the King of Yue, Niu Lang fought against the Marquis of Wei, Jishui was trapped in the Yin... Why can the people on Si practice? Because they were full and they were dressed warmly."

"But why can they eat and wear warm clothes? Why can't you? Why are the people of Si Shang as strong as you were, and they can capture the two kings in twenty years and win the great ministers?"

From the simple and familiar little truth to the essential issues of land ownership and feudal obligations, it finally triggered the mood of this gathering, and finally explained the great things that the Mohist school really wanted to do.

Old Mohists from Xuanyi Department, when it comes to debate, I am afraid that no one can argue in Liang's place. Moreover, today it is not about debate but incitement, but also the main business of Xuanyi Department.

Taking advantage of the opportunity when the old nobles won their words and were irrefutable, Sun Pu did not decisively announce the division of land. Although he had already divided the positions according to population and distance, for fairness, it was necessary to decide by drawing lots.

Today, we have won a great victory. If someone wins in the lottery due to hundreds of years of habits and fears, it will be bad.

The days are still long, Sun Pu is not in a hurry.

In the coming days, more and more people will gather together to discuss the plot of land lots mentioned by the Mohist school. More and more people will quietly come to the land they like to watch the corn growing on the land, smell the fragrance of grass, and reluctantly leave.

Shu Guitian has been busy with this matter these days. He wants to write every land deed with a name on it, just to clearly state the location and size of the land, which is what he will use when drawing lots to divide land in the future.

However, it is not all handwritten. This time, the Mohist school used woodblock printing to print more than 100,000 empty deeds. If it is distributed, it only needs to fill in the city, village, land location, and the like.

The rest of the content was printed, which not only reduced the workload, but also allowed these land deeds that had been distributed in Jibei and along the Wenshui coast. In some places, the land deeds that had not been distributed have a kind of "sacredness".

The people may not recognize words, but for the sake of this title deed, they will recognize the seal on the title deed and know what the Mohist family behind the seal is going to do.

The people may not recognize words, but for this deed, they will learn to write their own names under the Mohist simplicity, and know how they write the words "Northern Mountains" and "Northern Mountains" that they have been talking about all year round, and what they look like. After all, that will be theirs in the future.

Moreover, this land deed uses numerical symbols commonly used by the Mohist school, and there are also texts from one to ten on the printed text around the land deed.

The Mohist school will not miss any opportunity to promote, nor will it miss any opportunity to "all day", including righteousness, words, good and evil.

At noon on that day, Sun Pu and a few Mozhes walked on the measured land, looking at the people quietly observing in the distance, and smiled slightly.

The sun shines on this land. The corn is still growing and not yet mature, but it already has the smell of sunshine. It is the most attractive place for corn.

The Mozhe around him asked the question that he had been discussing.

"When is the time to strike while the iron is hot?"

Sun Pu sniffed the faint fragrance of corn in the air and smiled and said, "It's during autumn harvest."

Everyone looked at this land, felt the temperature of the sun, and realized something. Yes, the autumn harvest is the time when the land is most tempting.

But now, the sun is still hot, and it seems to be early. Besides, shouldn’t it be time for the Linzi Legion to be defeated while the iron is hot?

Sun Pu, who had just gone to Boyi for a meeting a few days ago, smiled and refused to answer. In the situation in the world, the Mo family can not only stay here until autumn, but also in the winter.

He looked northwest, which was the direction of Boyi where the Mohist command post was located, and said to himself: "School introduction, my iron is ready, when will the fire in your place be heated?"

Thinking of this, I smiled and remembered the small request made by the young people who are now busy doing things.

This is the yang of Mount Tai, which is the yang of Mount Tai where Zi Mozi preached to Qinzi. You have to go and see it.
Chapter completed!