Before the spring breeze was like a cut, a new landscape appeared in Shangqiu City.

Shi led a few men and pushed a few wheelbarrows with sweat on their heads, and ran from the east gate to the west gate, and then from the south gate to the north gate.

It was obviously extremely heavy to pull up the two big baskets of food.

Even those who have been suffering all year round will find it difficult to rely on shoulders and carry them for a long time to achieve success.

The creaking sound of the wheelbarrow attracted the attention of many people, and many people followed behind them and watched and played.

Shi stopped in a crowded place, wiped the sweat, and someone shouted, "Shi, what other things have you made for the benefit of others?"

In the past two months, it became famous, from the son of an unknown shoemaker to the majority of the 30,000 households in Shangqiu.

Thirty thousand households, when they are suitable for life, are only at a larger township level. It is hard to say that a town mayor has more people than a national capital at this time, and it is much easier to become famous in the national capital.

These days, these people have heard things like benefiting others and making tricks all day long. Even if they don’t understand what it means, they have already said it skillfully.

Shi put the wheelbarrow down, stood on the two baskets of corn, and shouted: "This is called an ink car. Why is it called an ink car? One is made by the ink man, and the other is... What color is the ink? It is the color of us who are suffering. We do not have the white and tender faces of those noble people. This thing does not require a horse, but isn't it the car used by us dark people?"

He fanned the flames and took the opportunity to indoctrinate the methods that no one could match at this time. In a few words, an invisible wooden wedge inserted into everyone's hearts.

But this kind of thing is not revealed for the time being. Everyone was busy praising these "ink carts" and asked, "Are you tired?"

Shi stretched out his arm that was not too strong compared to those strong men and said, "Look at my arm, this can push it. Or let's compare? Who has the most strength? I push the cart, you can pick it, walk from the south gate to the north gate. See who has got more?"

A few strong men were ready to move, and a few wanted to show their own methods, so they shouted, "How about you win?"

"Win? I don't have much money, but my brother and sister-in-law run a wheat flour soy milk stall. Whoever wins, eat a cake for a month! Even if you don't win, as long as you can pick a place, each person will have a piece of tofu!"

His shouting immediately attracted many people to try.

As soon as the ink man next to him put down the food he had pulled, found a few hemp pockets that the villages helped to wove, and put the food in it.

Zaomei Qisui whispered aside: "Can you do it?"

Shi shook his shoulders and whispered: "It's not very good. I can't hold on anymore. But I have to continue."

After rubbing his shoulders, he called a few people from the market to testify, and put the made leather rope around his neck, which could save some of the strength of the arm that lifted the wheelbarrow and could also run further.

With all the strength of seven or eight young men, they carried a sack full of food, and held the bottom of the sack with both hands, bent down slightly to make the sack stuck on their backs, and shouted and walked forward.

Behind them, a bunch of children shouting and encouraging, and they saw those people carrying about 160 or 70 kilograms. They knew that these people might not be able to walk seven or eight miles, so they were not in a hurry, so they took a break now.

After chatting with everyone for a while, my sore arms also rested, and asked someone to carry about 200 kilograms of food, shouted and pushed it forward.

He walked very slowly, but fortunately the ground was very flat, and he moved forward swaying.

When he caught up with someone, he deliberately took a few more steps forward and stood down to laugh at the people behind him.

The person carrying food was already very tired and had no burden on the long journey. At this time, he was stimulated and his feet quickly accelerated. He wanted to scold and mock him but was pressed down on his lungs and couldn't breathe.

When I saw this man speeding up, I was secretly happy and knew that this man's strength would dissipate in a moment, and the rhythm would be chaotic, and it would be impossible to catch up.

He pushed the cart and walked forward until the fastest time when the man walked, he used the same trick again, but the man refused to listen and just walked with his head down.

There were already a lot of people following me, and I was so tired that I was so tired that I took a break for a while.

Someone shouted, "So quickly, you're going to lose."

Shi replied, "I lost, but not this car. How many stupid people are as strong as a cow? If he comes to push this car, which one can win compared with himself?"

Everyone thought that this is the case, but how many people asked who can make this ink car? Can they be sold?

Shi Yeye didn't answer first, and pushed the cart forward. When he finally approached the city gate, the soldiers guarding the gate were shouting and cheering.

Shi knew that the other party was already at their limit, but he could actually hold on, but he deliberately slowed down. After the other party huffed and resisted the food, he pretended to be upset and pushed the cart over.

The people who watched the fun shouted, and Shi said with annoyance: "My brother and sister-in-law have been abandoned by me again. Alas, who told us that we are so powerful that we can't chase after a word?"

While talking, a group of ink men behind also pushed the wheelbarrow over, handed a large can of salted water, and took the opportunity to talk about drinking some boiling water and salt after a summer heavy workout.

Many industrial and commercial or urban farmers asked where to buy this ink cart, and they were able to use it. If a horse cart is too expensive, it would take at least two horses; if you pick it on your shoulders, it would be really not as good as this ink cart. The strong man was also a famous figure in Shangqiu market, let alone the rest of the people.

I pointed to the wheel driveways put together: "There are thirty-six cars here in total. Nine of them are from east, west, south, north and north to benefit people."

"The Mo said that if you gain benefits from each other, you will save a lot of effort and love others. There are naturally widowed, widowed, orphans in the city, so you will choose those who have fought wars, been injured, and have no children and family to guard these ink chariots. When you come to use them, you will grab a handful of corn, or half a hand, or just a piece of firewood. In short, let these lonely and widowed people have some support. If you don't take it, that's fine, and no one will say anything..."

Half a handful of rice, just a bite of firewood, was worth nothing. Everyone came one after another: "Where can it be? Who doesn't have the heart to love others? It's just that I'm having a hard time."

He bowed and said, "Then I will thank you on behalf of all the ink people. You and me are in the work of righteousness. Guan Zhong once said that when the granaries are full, we know etiquette, so that we can find ways to do things that benefit others so that everyone can have a lot of granaries in the future. Do you think this is good?"

Everyone in front of the city gate shouted ok, and Shi said a few more words, asking people to push out a few disabled widowers who had fought in the war, and used these ink chariots to cook hundreds of families to fill their stomachs.

Since the nobles controlled the right to tax and war, which could not be usurped at this time, we should first usurp the rest of the government's functions, such as weak welfare or supporting the orphans.

Thirty-six cars are worth a few dollars. Four widowers are one of the few.

But it is unprecedented and it will be done in the end, so it is very different.

After he said this, everyone praised it, and the name of Mozhe resounded throughout the city again.

Shininja's sore arms stood on the sack, waving his arms and whispering some harmless words, which were nothing more than love, Shangxian, drinking more boiled water, and other trivial things, but he said the lotus flowers and listened to him.

At the end, he said, "This ink cart is not expensive. If you can afford a cart, you may not be able to afford a horse; if you can afford a horse, you may not be able to feed a horse. This thing is very good. If anyone wants to buy it, you might as well go to the craftsman's association and make a reservation."

"If you can't afford it for the time being, you can pay it in three to five years."

"Another, if someone wants to learn these carpenters, you might as well ask your child to study. If you keep a meal, it will be bad and you will have no money, but you will always learn a skill after three or five years of studying."

The apprenticeship system is one of the methods of exploitation under the feudal system. Free labor is exchanged for master's skills. The master uses apprentice's labor to exchange for money, which is originally some dross thing.

But if the apprentice is in the hands of Mozhe, it is actually a small division of labor workshop, and a workshop with extremely low-priced labor. Under the division of labor system, you can't learn anything. Even if you have a disciple in the future, you can only work in the Mohist workshop, and you have no other place to go or the ability to settle down.

He chose to do everything for the sake of the future. Even though he knew that this was hidden exploitation that he hated, he still chose to do so.

At this time, this is what promotes progress, this is this time, not that time.

More than 30 wheelbarrows, one month's wheat cake rice, and a few pieces of tofu, let Shangqiu know about the wheelbarrow in one day.

The Mozhe acted in righteousness every day, where wheelbarrows were stored everywhere at the entrance of the city every day, and four disabled elderly people guarded the car.

What others see is not only pitifulness, but also the righteousness and love of the Mohist.

Thirty-six wheelbarrows, the creaking sounds can always turn into the ink master's heart of righteousness, and they resound in the market in Shangqiu every day, making people unable to forget it even if they want to.

Every time the creaking sounds from the wheat flour food shop of Shi's brother and sister-in-law, the strong man sitting inside eating free cakes would laugh a few times, and then talk to others about the righteousness of the ink master and the love of the world.

Behind the creaking sound, those who were covered in sweat were the foundation of the Mozhe in the city.

Most people who have single-rod and four horses will not support Mo.

People with double shafts and single horses will only appear on a large scale after the Mohist changes.

People who are pushing the cart alone may have their own set of double-height single horses in the future, but they need to pursue them one day.

It is also a dream to turn a creaking wheelbarrow into a double-mounted single-horse carriage.

When one day one is to rely on being content with destiny but only work hard but can only despair this dream, the creaking sound of these wheelbarrows will be nice and even better.

Every time the creaking sounded from the market, even if these wheelbarrows were not those thirty-six, but newly purchased, or even imitated by carpenters from non-craftsmen, the name of the ink carriage was decided like this and no one could change it.

One day in the future, it will be transmitted to Taoyi, Linzi, Luoyang, Anyi, and Yingdu. As long as it is not alphabetical characters, even if the pronunciation is different, the characters written are still in Moche.

Ink color, ink of ink.
Chapter completed!