Nothing happens today.

Many people are relieved because the clouds have been covered with too long, and nothing happens today is the best news.

When the tin pot craftsman welcomed his second customer today, his sigh of nothing happened today was finally interrupted.

There were people coming and going in the lively market, and suddenly a heavy copper ringtone sound came.

The craftsman who was picking up the second tin pot, like a few craftsmen next to him, listened to the sound of copper bells in the distance, and hurriedly put the tin pot down.

"I'm sorry, the craftsman will have something to do, I'm going. If I don't go, it won't work."

This copper ringtone is a signal within the Craftsman Association. I thought that the Craftsman Association was not a charity organization, but an organization similar to a guild. It involves the interests of everyone. If you don’t go, you will be expelled from the Craftsman Association. Even if you have some skills, you cannot live in Shangqiu City with your own skills.

Not far away, there is a place where members of the craftsman association gather together to listen to stories. These craftsmen had the obligation to serve when they were young and had received certain military training. This is a rule and habit that has been there since the coup twenty years ago, and it is also a tradition of the Chinese people.

After the copper bell rang, the tin pot craftsman packed up his shoulder pole, apologized to the person who was waiting to go back to boil the water, and hurried to the room not far away.

When we arrived, there were already many people.

"What happened..."

As soon as the craftsman came in, he felt the tense atmosphere. More than a dozen strong men holding flint guns stood at the door, with their arms wrapped around their sarcastic figures that the warriors like to wear on their heads.

The short sword made of iron bars emits a black and fierce luster at the muzzle of the flint rifle. More than ten strong men wear very common short browns, and they are all dressed by handicraftsmen, but they look clearly regular soldiers.

It looks a bit chaotic in the courtyard, but in fact it is in order. According to the division of labor in their respective craftsmen industries, there are special people responsible.

"Tinsmiths come here..."

Someone shouted in the distance, and someone was in charge of registering at the door. The tin pot craftsman was familiar with this set of actions, and skillfully reported his name. He received a note with his name and posted it on his shoulder pole. There was a special person next to him to take care of it.

He put down his shoulder pole and squeezed towards the place where the Tinsmith Club was located, where the names were already counting.

Just as the name was counting, a violent explosion came from outside.

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In the southwest of Shangqiu, after defending the city twenty years ago, the Mohist family made a transducer and crossbow in a place where the Mohist family made a transducer and a crossbow that year. Now it has been transformed into a courtyard wall of a large wooden workshop.

Hundreds of woodworking craftsmen were collecting weapons they had just put down for only two years with a serious expression. Most of these woodworking craftsmen were fleeing serfs who fled from other places to Si Shang. After serving in the army, they also learned a lot of craftsmanship. After retirement, many people were arranged to these woodworking workshops.

Most of them were people who fled from the Song State to Si Shang, and many of them were people near Shangqiu. They also liked it very much when they could return to Shangqiu to live in this capacity.

This large wooden workshop is a typical Mohist official workshop, because there is a democratic centralism system, a representative of the Mohist people, and weapons.

Such a scene was staged in the courtyards of the wooden workshops, mills, blacksmith workshops and other workshops next to it, and soon four full infantry companies were formed.

The company commander, the company representative, existed; the workers' committee members spontaneously became members of the soldier committee, and two cannons were dragged out of the warehouse of the wooden workshop. The technical worker who was originally responsible for measuring the wooden tools and inspecting picked up the push rod and protractor needed by the cannon without any sluggishness.

I have talked about the righteousness of the week. The hatred of the escape from the past has not yet dissipated, and the feelings of the locals in Shangqiu have always been hidden in my heart.

This time, there is no need to preach anything, but a "emergency order from the Shangqiu Special Committee" was read out, ordering them to return to service immediately.

"Each company checks for gunpowder and lead bullets!"

The original person in charge of the workshop, the former company commander, issued an order, and the soldiers who were re-armed had not touched their guns for a year or two, but now they feel unfamiliar when they touch them again.

After fleeing to Si Shang, he formed a system of organizational land. After retiring, he went to the workshop to do carpentry work, and the system was always there.

Soon, four full infantry companies set out from the southwest corner of Shangqiu City, and explosions were heard in the distance.

Many people who had been in a short period of chaos flocked to the streets, either collecting weapons or building barricades under the leadership of some invisible grassroots organizations, and many people spontaneously followed these soldiers.

This team of more than 600 people is the one that sounds the least passionate and least passionate among the military organizations organized in Shangqiu City at this time.

But they are the strongest combat power.

The people leading the way in front led the team through one road after another, and passed one house after another.

People in many places have been organized, and people wearing red armbands are maintaining order in the city. Just like when I was defending the city twenty years ago, various bans, such as fire prevention, have begun to be implemented in an orderly manner.

Gunshots were heard in the distance, and the person in charge of Shangqiu area soon appeared in front of the team with some senior men in Shangqiu, and several noble carriages came together.

The preemptive riot has begun.

The people in several blocks had been mobilized, built barricades, distributed weapons, and under the organization of the Mozhe, they fought against the Emperor's clan and the noble private soldiers in the city.

They blocked several streets in order to allow the established armed forces to quickly arrive at the palace area without any impact.

The barricades near the palace area have also been prepared. The Mo family has demolished many houses and directly stated that they will pay money in the future. With the Mo family's usual reputation, the people do not care about demolition.

Since he decided to take the initiative and knew the time for the Emperor's father Yue Ling to take action, in Shangqiu, the place where the Mo family started, these Mo people hidden in Shangqiu City quickly let Emperor's father Yue Ling know what organization and planning mean.

The first few loud explosions came from the mansion of Emperor Father Yue Ling. Four heavy iron thunders were thrown into the mansion of the Emperor Father's clan. Two carriages filled with gunpowder at the door exploded the mansion of the Emperor's clan into uneasy.

When the Emperor's Clan was slowing down, the established soldiers in each workshop had already been armed and quickly advanced towards the palace.

The private soldiers of the Dai clan who were notified were the first to fight against the private soldiers of the Emperor's Father clan near the palace, and the organized people also began to build barricades in an organized manner.

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Inside the palace of Song.

Young Master Song listened to the explosion outside, looked at the panicked servants, and drank by himself with a calm expression.

He just succeeded to the throne after his father's death more than 20 years ago, like a rampant crab. He only felt that he was in power and his father was incompetent. Today, he was in Jin and his future minister Chu. He had no dignity as a king of a country, nor the arrogance of descendants of the Shang Dynasty.

After more than 20 years of being a puppet, he was like a turtle hunched, calm and steady, with a calm and calm feeling that he was unchanged from the front. He did not care about the national affairs, but just drank and had fun.

At this time, there were still some wine marks that had not been dried yet. That was the evidence of his panic when the explosion first sounded.

But soon, the closest servants reported that the Dai clan heard that the Emperor's father's clan wanted to kill all the Dai clan, who was asking for the people, resisted. After the closest servants confirmed that they had seen the Dai clan's flag and clan emblem on the outer wall of the palace, Zitian's slightly panic disappeared.

At the beginning, he thought that the Mo family wanted to take Song.

After hearing that it was the Dai clan's quarrel, Zitian was not panicked at all, but instead breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as the Mo family didn't want to take Song, as long as Dai came forward, he, the Song Gong, still did it.

Twenty years ago, I was a puppet under the Emperor's Clan, but now it is not the same as changing personal subordinates to be puppets. As long as I can guarantee my own interests, life and the status of Song Gong.

As for the ambitions twenty years ago, they have long disappeared.

He also understood.

After King Wu destroyed Shang, the place where the Song Dynasty was enfeoffed was not dangerous to guard. There was a plain surrounded by Ji Ji, which was obviously to beware of the descendants of the Shang Dynasty of the Song Dynasty.

Now that the great struggle has come, the State of Song is sandwiched between Qi, Wei, Han, Chu and Si Shang. Where can we do anything?

There is no possibility of rising up and regaining Duke Xiang’s ambitions. After the coup twenty years ago, the power was lost, and there is no possibility of taking politics at all.

After the Mohist family made a mistake, they inquired about the Zhengyuan and the National Deliberation System, which institutionalized the aristocratic republic of the "three surnames shared governance" that already existed in the Song Dynasty. While the aristocratic republic was mixed with many conditions for the people to discuss politics. The nobles were willing to do such a system, and the power and influence of the people were also increasing day by day.

As the saying goes, "The sacrifice is for me, and the government is for me." Song Gong has no other power except for the responsibility of sacrificing the country.

The 20th year of peace in the Song Dynasty made the Zi family degenerate and became addicted to wine, sex and wealth, and were not interested in the regaining of power from the side branches of the public.

During the coup twenty years ago, there was a real gentleman like Gongsun Ze who was able to eat the king's fortune and die for the king.

Twenty years later, there are no such gentlemen, and there are only a group of low-ranking nobles who are either thinking about how to make a fortune, how to enter politics, or how to benefit the world.

As a monarch, only the power and obligation of sacrifice are left, which also means that he, the monarch, no longer has real power.

He was too lazy to care about the guards in the palace, and he could not care about the number of people from the Emperor's Father clan, the secret Mozhe, and the Dai clan.

At this moment, looking at the wives and concubines who were trembling with fear and trembling with their children who were crying secretly, Zitian looked calm.

After drinking another glass of wine, he said to several trustworthy servants beside him: "Close the inner door of the palace and stand on the inner wall to observe. Whoever wins will open the door."

After saying that, he picked up a pen and wrote a line of words on a piece of paper.

"If the palace gate is closed, those who win will enter. Those who are good at entering will be responsible for the name of killing the king, and I have the will to die."

If the Mohist family really wanted to do the important matter of everyone choosing wise men as emperors, they would naturally not be Song Gong.

But if not, it is necessary to live, and you have no power or soldiers, but this life can still intimidate others.

After writing these words, I took a heavy seal and printed the only trace of my ability to prove that I was Song Gong on this piece of paper.

After the closest servant left with the paper, he stood up and said to his wives, concubines and children: "Why are you feeling depressed today?"

After saying that, he pointed to a handan Ji who was speechless and said, "I'll fight, you can have a tiptoe dance. The sound of cannons and guns outside can be fun. Wouldn't it be magnificent?"

After saying that, he patted his palms on the table, shaking his head and hitting the fast-paced beat, and several musicians next to him also hurriedly played.

Outside, there were gunfires, just like the sound of beans that rose during the Jingzhe solar term, which was popular during the stir-frying beans in recent years.
Chapter completed!