Chapter 177

"Who is the public loser? Is it very powerful?"

Among the crowd, a strong man heard the crowd exclaim and didn't understand.

"Gongshu class, the ancestor of Gongshu family, is also called Luban. It is the ancestor of carpenters. Now the saws, rulers and ink sticks used by carpenters were invented by Gongshu class, the ancestor of Gongshu family." a big bellied middle-aged man explained excitedly that someone recognized Xia Xiao, the owner of Shuji color silk shop.

"I have to deal with it. It's my friend!" suddenly the strong man.

"It's more than just a colleague. There is still a grudge between Gongshu class, the ancestor of Gongshu family, and the then Mohist giant. It is said that during the spring and Autumn period and the Warring States period, the powerful state of Chu was ready to attack the state of song. It invited Gongshu class, the ancestor of Gongshu family, to make a lot of siege weapons. When Mo Zhai, the Mohist giant, heard about it, he set out from the state of Lu overnight, walked for ten days and nights, and finally arrived in the state of Chu In front of the king, the two men used clothes belts as the city and wood boards as the tools to attack the city. They fought nine times in a row and finally lost all the public losers. The king of Chu saw that the gains and losses of attacking the state of song were not worth the losses, and finally cancelled attacking the state of song! "Xia Dongjia looked at the eyes of the people and said the gratitude and resentment between Mohist and public losers.

"Mohist non attack!"

"Save a country on your own!"

"Mozi is so considerate of the world and loves the people!"

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All the people present, whether heard or not, were involuntarily moved by Mozi's style. As an ordinary people, they instinctively disliked war and consciously brought them into Mozi's just behavior of supporting the weak and resisting the strong, which was also the reason for the great development of Mozi in the Warring States period.

Gongshuhong's face twitched when he heard the comments of the people around him. Because of this, every time they mentioned gongshuhong, they always lowered the head of Mohist school. Behind him, all the children of gongshuhong also looked angry.

When the public losers came out of the mountain this time, in addition to being unwilling to be lonely, the more important thing was to hear the Wang family say that the Mohist School reappeared Chang'an and the wind and water rose, which made them have a higher mind.

"We'll see a true chapter in our hands today for the unfinished battle of our ancestors." Gong Shuhong said solemnly.

Behind him, many public losers' children couldn't help raising their chests and looking full of war.

The Mohist children who heard the news also stood behind Merton. Tie an was on full alert and was ready to take action at any time. The Gongshu Hong opposite was too big a threat to him.

"When is it time to repay each other? What's the point of mentioning the grievances and grievances thousands of years ago now?" Merton said with a bitter smile.

"Meaning, of course, is meaningful. When the public loser defeats the Mohist school, it is the time to understand gratitude and resentment." Gong Shuhong said decisively.

"I won't keep my hand on purpose," Merton said in a deep voice, which is related to the reputation of Mohism and the greatest respect for public losers.

Gong Shuhong also looked solemn and said, "the future is long. I hope the contemporary giants of Mohism can give me more advice!"

After that, he led the sons of public losers to grow up.

"I'm not a mogul!"

Before Merton had time to say this, Gongshu Hong had left only his back.

"What? The Mohist family is a contemporary mogul!" the onlookers were in an uproar.

"Mozi is only fifteen years old, but he is a sect leader?"

Most people call Merton the Mohist family. They all know that it's just a joke, but they never think about the Mohist giants.

"How could this be possible?" a hostage asked. Did the Mohists really let a young man play the role of a giant.

"How impossible, don't you see that the public loser has determined that Merton is a giant?" someone retorted.

Everyone talked and looked up at Merton one by one, with an exclamation on his face. In ordinary people, a 15-year-old boy was just ignorant, and the MOH family had become a sect leader.

Merton sighed in his heart. He wanted to explain, but when he saw the eyes of the people, he knew that the yellow mud had fallen on his crotch, not Xiang but Xiang.

Soon, the news that the Mohist school was a contemporary Mohist giant spread all over Chang'an City, and there was an uproar everywhere.

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"Of course you are not a mogul!"

In the Mo mansion, Lao Zhang sneered at the news.

"The great masters of Mohism must be personally identified by the last great master, have the keepsake of Mohism inheritance, and be jointly recommended by Xiangli's ink, dengling's ink, Xiangfu's ink and the three schools of ink." Lao Zhang said.

Merton thought for a moment. His father didn't leave anything for himself, let alone any inheritance keepsake. As for Xiangli's ink, dengling's ink and Xiangfu's ink, they have disappeared for many years.

"Moreover, the masters of Mohism must cultivate both civil and military skills, be diligent and frugal, practice everything personally, prosper the interests of the world, eliminate the harm of the world, and do not hesitate to die generously in case of injustice. How many do you think you have?" Li Yi also added.

After learning that the public loser appeared in Chang'an City and met Merton, he immediately pushed off all the important tasks and rushed to Merton's house at the first time.

"Er!"

Merton buried his head almost under the table.

"But only you can be a giant of Mohism. Mohism has declined so far. It took you only half a year to make Mohism stand firm in Chang'an city. If you are not a giant, who will be the giant!" Hua said with his mouth tilted.

Lao Zhang, Uncle Li and uncle Fu nodded one after another.

"Me!"

Merton suddenly felt the mountain of pressure on himself.

"But a Mohist keepsake?" Merton subconsciously declined.

"Don't you inherit Mozi's secret? That's a token of Mohism, and it's passed on by word of mouth!" Lao Zhang blurted out.

"Er!"

Merton was speechless. He didn't expect to pit himself in order to fulfill his lie.

"The joint recommendation of the three inks!"

"It's still a question whether the three factions have passed down. Besides, there's no objection?" Li Yi opened his mouth.

"He is a man of both civil and military skills, thrifty and practical..." Merton subconsciously shook his head. He can't suffer so much.

"I think that's the standard of choosing a giant. If you become a giant, you has the final say," said Mr.

Merton thought for a long time, and finally found that whether he admitted it or not, he had become a de facto giant of Mohism. Since he crossed the Mohist village and was called a Mohist disciple, he had undertaken the important task of saving Mohism.

When he personally led the team into Chang'an City, walked at the forefront of the team and erected the Mohist flag, he was a Mohist giant in the hearts of many children of Mohist village.