She hates the Mohist family.

Everything about Gao Liucheng made her sick.

She didn't understand why many people in Gaoliu City smiled every day.

The Gaoliu City she saw was a dirty, disgusting and shameless city.

Just like this huge wool textile workshop that accommodates 900 people, it is full of disgust.

What she saw were the faces of those villains who only knew how to seek profit: when they sent wool, these villains who only knew how to seek profit and those villains who sold wool asked for a price everywhere and paid the money on the spot.

The person who sends the wool always wants to sell the wool at a high price, and it has to be a long time to make a penny.

People who buy wool always want to charge wool at a low price. For a penny, they can reach out and turn the oily wool to find the flaws.

The coal smoke that emits a disgusting smell of her floats in the workshop every day. When she wakes up in the morning, a layer of black coal ash will fall. There is no pavilion or emerald color. People here don’t know how to appreciate the beauty of the courtyards, and they only smile at the oil-soaked banknotes.

Every day, when the sun is dawn, a group of businessmen who do not know poetry and books will wait at the door of the workshop, and buy wool that has been cleaned and tidyed, but cannot be used for the workshop for the time being.

Then it is broken into small bags and lent to retail households in the city, and they are woven into wool yarn, or they are directly buying spinning wheels at their own homes.

The men and women gathered together, saying the jokes that made her sick, and shamelessly engaged in those lowly labor for a few dollars.

The wool yarns were taken back by the merchants who bought the bags and paid a certain amount of money to the textile family, and they were reincarnated again, endlessly.

The beautiful pastoral countryside of shepherds has become a large cooperative breeding company.

In the eyes of these people, the young prisons used to sacrifice to heaven are money, money for selling meat and money for selling chicken, and there is no sacredness.

She believed that people always had to be afraid of something, otherwise they would become morally degraded, but the people here did not have the slightest fear of noble bloodline.

There are other qualities for noble and low, which turned into the amount of money and the amount of comments. She had never heard anyone talk about whose bloodline in the workshop. All she heard was the female workers talking enviously about where to open a private workshop, how much money was spent per day.

The deer used to hunt for nobles in the eyes of the young man in Gaoliucheng, who could exchange money for marriage, had no beauty to slaughter the wild beasts that were originally hunted by noble people to sacrifice to heaven and practice their skills.

Textile embroidery, which contains women's skills and art, has become a group of people's exact same work. The wool washing, spinning, and wool weaving are clearly distinguished. Each wool all looks the same. Even the higher the wool's craftsmanship is just a dirty goods used to exchange for money.

There is no longer any words such as trust, contract, deposit, and share law, which are circulated in my ears every day. The integrity between nobles has become a lowly document that these bitches need to make legal laws to maintain.

Women use their cooking skills to show their own methods to turn into neat and uniformly sized potato cubes, steamed buns that all look the same, and pickles that taste exactly the same.

Elegant and interested in reading became a tool for female workers here to seek profit: as many words as they know, they can raise a certain salary in this workshop. Those women are not for elegance and cultivation at all, but for the few extra copper coins they pay every month. The words are full of the stench of copper.

The respect between people is gone. The noble woman who was once much lower than her can point her nose at her nose and scold her in the most vulgar local dialect for a small matter.

The friendship between people is gone. Those merchants who buy the washed wool joined forces to form a joint-stock chamber of commerce, book in advance, exclude those retail investors who buy wool, and intrigue with each other to swallow the small.

The goodness of human nature does not exist here, only the extremely naked "human nature has no good or evil". Food and sex are all human nature, and for money and desire, it is extremely chaotic.

Here, a former noble man who was as busy as her, remarried and married Gao Liu's formerly lowly escaped slave and now a self-cultivated farmer in order to get rid of such a life and his self-cultivated status.

The world is upside down, the noble and the low are disorderly, and everyone seeks profit...

In this case, the Mo family actually asked her to "rebirth" hypocritically and disgustedly, allowing her to use her work to support her life, saying that they were all sworms in the past.

Relying on labor to support one's life, is this a new life?

A noble woman wants to laugh, this is not a new life, this is a lowly person.

How can we call a new life from noble to lowliness?

There are differences in noble and humbleness, the superior and inferiority are orderly, serfs work, benevolence and righteousness, wine is given during sacrifices, and food is given during crops, everyone abides by etiquette, rules everywhere, people do not seek profit, and courtesy is concise and concise...

She couldn't figure out why the Mohist family insisted on destroying such a good world?

In the forced class of the lecture notes, she once asked the Mohist family in a ridiculous tone.

Why do you want to take away our land?

But the Mo family asked, where did your land come from?

She said that it was granted to them by the king.

The people of the Mo family laughed and said that the land of the Zhou emperor was also stolen from the Shang Dynasty. When the Shang Dynasty went to ancient times, when Taoism followed nature, those kings snatched the land from the farmers. If you agree with whoever has the big fist, it would be reasonable, then now the farmers have stolen back, and if you have the ability, you can snatch it back.

She asked back: You are not in line with etiquette and law, because under etiquette and law, all under the world is the king's land, and you have violated the law.

The people of the Mohist school say that Taoism is based on nature and the will of heaven. Under nature, the land belongs to all people. All under heaven is that the king and earth violates natural law, so there is no law rationality, and we do not recognize it. Law must be in line with nature and the will of heaven, and then it can be controlled by all people. Law itself is not law.

When it comes to debate, how could she be as good as the Mohist people? What made him even more disgusting was that the Mohist family was just cheating.

Within the scope of etiquette and law, the Mohist school is definitely wrong, but the people like the Mohist school are so shameless that they do not recognize etiquette and law.

In her opinion, it was like a Mohist family who insisted on saying that water flowed to a high place, and then pointed to the low-lying place and said that it was called high, while the mountain peak was called low.

So she didn't want to hear what the Mohist school called new life. If new life was to work from noble to lowly, then she might as well die.

It was just because of her two children that she struggled to hold on.

The younger children were sent to the nursing home where they were raised, but they would not allocate the poor teacher resources of Gaoliucheng, but they also learned to write, but they had to train them to work since childhood.

The older child was even more pitiful and was sent to the bricklayer as an apprentice, just to take care of food and accommodation, and to work every day.

But at least, they are still alive and can still see them every tenth.

Everything here made her sick, but her love for her children made her persist. However, today, she couldn't hold on.

Just a few days ago, she suffered the greatest humiliation in her life.

The people from the Xuanyi tribe of the Mohist family called them together and delivered a speech in front of those bitches.

The people from Xuanyi tribe pointed at the women of noble origin and told the bitches in insulting words:

"Don't listen to those deceptions, thinking that the noble blood of their ancestors would make the nobles nobler than us, so it is reasonable to have a difference in nobleness and humbleness. Only by matching horses and cattle are the bloodlines."

"Everyone in the Jiuzhou of Xia comes from the ancestor Fuxi and Nuwa. In terms of bloodline, each of us is noble."

"They do not feed or betray you, relying on the fiefdom to make you work. They eat and drink enough to practice martial arts and archery, learn words, poetry and books, wear gorgeous clothes, and then tell you that all this is destined by blood, so you are humble and rude, while they are noble and elegant."

"Now look at these nobles. When they left their fiefdoms as sycamore, are they still noble? They are like the people in the world, eating, shit and sleeping."

When we talked about this, many lowly people were already laughing, looking at the noble women wearing the same clothes as them, it was like watching a group of strange and funny beasts.

People from the Mo family scolded their bloodline for being matched with cows and horses, and even insulted them and shit.

After that, the woman could no longer listen. The laughter around her made her understand why the Mo family didn't let them die and why they took them from Zhao Hou.

The people of the Mo family wanted to use them to let Gao Liu people discover that nobleness and lowliness are all lies.

The people of the Mo family regard them as a tool, a tool that makes people dare to seek profit and dare to turn the world upside down.

The woman could no longer bear such an insult. She didn't know if there would be such a thing in the future, and if there would be people who would be ridiculed and laughed at them in the future.

At the end of that speech, the people from the Xuanyi tribe of the Mohist family were tempting them again.

"Since bloodlines are not distinguished from high or low, bloodlines are naturally not distinguished from good people and bad people. After stripping away the sealed land they rely on as stilbees, they are also human beings, the same people as you."

"With hands and feet, you can support yourself. When do they realize that self-reliance is not lowly, when do they realize that they were once worms, they can increase their salary like you, do other things after learning words, and leave here three to five years..."

What she even disliked was that the next day, someone like her took the initiative to stand up and say that she was a sycam, said that she was not inferior to herself, said that she was wrong in the past, and said that she was dirty things in the aristocratic circle.

All dignity was ruined just for a little profit.

Women are disgusted and disdainful, and they are even more unbearable to bear this kind of insult that is criticized, especially when they are laughed at by a group of low-ranking people... They laughed at her for being slow in doing things, laughed at her for being a sycat, and they can't even mention it even if they are used to being a wool. What does it feel like to laugh at her for working now?

In a few days, her spirit had completely collapsed. The sluts who had been humiliated and damaged by bad nobles vented all the resentment on her.

But that was a bad thing done by a bad nobleman. What did she think it had to do with her?

There is no problem in the world. As long as everyone is a kind and righteous nobleman, why can't you hope to be good people from the emperor to the princes to the throne, but you have to mess with the world?

At this moment, using the light of the fire, touching the white bone hairpin, the woman thought of Xiangzi's sister committing suicide with the hairpin.

That is a story that all the nobles of Zhao State were praised. Zhao Nu Lie, and she no longer wanted to be insulted like this again.

Touching the hairpin, I walked outside with heavy snow. There seemed to be a sound of firecrackers coming from a distance. I don’t know where there is something to be happy about Gao Liu, the bitches.

On the cold night, the woman took off her clothes and used the white snow to wipe her dusty body because of her work.

She thought that if she died, the Mo family would not clean her body.

Those who are noble come, and those who are noble should go.

The snow was white and clean, and could wash away all the humiliation she had suffered these days, wash away the dirty coal ash, and wash away the fishy smell of the wool.

"The dead world does not require any new life."

After cleaning her body, she put on the cotton dress she didn't want to wear but had to wear, and sorted out the wrinkles on her body.

He straightened his body, knelt on the snow, raised his hairpin and pointed it at his throat.

At the last glance at the sleeping sky, I silently said the last farewell to my two sons.

She originally wanted to say that she would keep this hatred in mind, kill all the Mo people, and slaughter all the dirty untouchables who followed Mo people.

But in the end, I prayed to Haotian and said the simplest thing my mother should say.

"Living well."

Then, in this chaotic era, what the nobles should do - create a tragic beauty that the entire class can create at the end of the road - martyrdom.
Chapter completed!