Chapter 687

"130000 Guan! Even those who are popular and spicy in Mojia village can't spend so much money!"

In the pan restaurant, shopkeeper pan looked at the deficit of Mojia village exposed in the Confucian journal, and then looked at the running water in his shop. He couldn't help sighing.

His pan family restaurant is also a time-honored brand in Chang'an City, but it works hard all day, and its annual income can't even compare with the fraction of the deficit in Mojia village!

"Lao Tzu thought that the Mohists were the losers, but now it seems that not only the Mohists, but the whole Mohist village are the losers!" an idle man joked, which immediately caused everyone to laugh.

"The idea of festival burial and conservation has been inherited by the Mohist School for thousands of years, but now it has disappeared. It seems that under the reform of the Mohist school, the Mohist village has deteriorated. The Mohist School thinks it has revived the Mohist school, but it doesn't know that it has gradually lost the essence of the Mohist school!" a white Confucian student snorted coldly.

"Yes, in my opinion, Mohism has gone bad." the people agreed one after another.

"In my opinion, it's not just Mohist village, even Mohists are just fishing for fame." the white Confucian student snorted coldly.

The idle man then said, "where does this start?"

The scholar in white hummed coldly, "where do you think this money can go? It must have been misappropriated by the Mohist school!"

When the scholar in white finished, the whole audience was surprised. He couldn't believe it and exclaimed, "how is this possible? Mohist Zi was not interested in the thousands of times and thousands of gold in the face of Tubo's great theory. How could he use the money of Mohist village."

People shook their heads one after another and didn't believe what the scholars in White said. Instead of taking outsiders' money, the Mohist village misappropriated the money of the Mohist village. It's unreasonable. Besides, how can the Mohist son use so much money.

"This is the reason why Xiaosheng said that mojiazi was fishing for fame. According to the news, mojiazi promised to marry Princess Changle with Qiancheng as the medium and Wanjin as the employment. In order to raise the bride price, I'm afraid this is the ultimate use of this money." the white Confucian said coldly.

"It's a load of nonsense! If so, why didn't mojiazi take out the money when Mojia village was in such a crisis." a thin merchant sniffed at the speech.

Many people nodded one after another. If mojiazi really had the money, how could the crisis in Mojia village appear.

The Confucian scholar in white had already prepared and said, "so, do you see that the Mohist family was a little alarmed in the crisis of the Mohist village? It is obvious that the Mohist family is confident?"

They were suddenly silent, and soon divided into several factions. Some thought that mojiazi must have broken his promise and misappropriated money, while others believed that mojiazi would not like the money.

Some people even speculated that the Mojia village must have a secret business with this money, with ulterior motives.

The scholar in white couldn't help showing a proud smile. He couldn't bear to see the Mohist school. Naturally, he spared no effort to splash dirty water on the Mohist school. As long as one suspected the Mohist school, the reputation of the Mohist school would be dirty.

With the spread of Confucian journals, everyone smacked their tongues and talked about the whereabouts of such a huge fortune in Mojia village. For a while, Mojia village surged into the forefront of the wave again.

In Chang'an City, the people talked about it one after another. The issuance of a special issue of an ink magazine was like pouring a basin of cold water into an oil pot, and the pot was fried in an instant.

"Pan restaurant, 20 ink magazines!" a newsboy put 20 ink magazines in front of manager Pan and hurried to the next house immediately.

"Xiao pan, go to each table and distribute an ink magazine!" shopkeeper pan picked up one and ordered his nephew.

Pan's nephew came forward and grabbed the ink magazine for distribution. He accidentally saw the front page headline and exclaimed, "the expansion of Mojia village has taken 130000 yuan!"

"130000 Guan!" all the diners were stunned and couldn't wait to snatch an ink magazine from the nephew of the pan family. However, when they saw the news, they were stunned one by one. They didn't think it was the ultimate use of this huge wealth.

"It's impossible. How can a village spend so much money?" shopkeeper pan was stunned.

The Confucian scholar in white humed coldly again: "to cover up! It must be the cover up of the Mohist school."

"In my opinion, this may be true. I've been running along the official road in the south of the city. Everyone knows that except for the business district, most other places in Mojia village are closed and expanded, and it didn't stop until the crisis broke out in Mojia village." the merchants who supported Mojia village just said.

"It took 130000 yuan to expand a Mojia village. Could it be that the Mojia village could not build a city?" Leng hum, a Confucian in white.

Other diners are also in abundance. No one can believe that so much money can be used for the expansion of a village.

"Generally speaking, it's impossible, but did you forget the future plan of Mojia village set up by Mojia Zi in last year's ink technology exhibition." the merchant couldn't help humming.

Everyone could not help a meal. A beautiful picture of the city suddenly appeared in their mind. If the Mojia village was expanded according to the plan of mojiazi, I'm afraid that 130000 Guan was just the beginning.

"In fact, the location of the deficit of Mojia village is well verified. It has been stated in Mojia magazine that the expansion of Mojia village will be completed years ago, and it will be open to the outside world at that time. The location of money in Mojia village is naturally clear at a glance." shopkeeper pan pointed to the report of Mojia magazine and looked forward to it.

As soon as the special issue of Ink magazine was published, the whole Chang'an city was in an uproar again. Almost everyone was looking forward to what the village would look like after the expansion of 130000 yuan.

The new year is approaching,

In Mojia village, most of the workshops have been shut down, and most of the migrant workers have settled their wages and returned to their hometown one by one. Even in the most critical time of Mojia village, the workers' wages are still not in arrears. Moreover, taking Chang'an City as an example, the treatment of workers in Mojia village is second to none, and the wages in a year are much higher than those in farming.

With the departure of the workers, the bustling Mojia village in the past began to become a little deserted. On the deserted street, a thin old man took tools to the street and began to silently do the unfinished expansion work of Mojia village.

"Village head!"

A villager walked up to the old man and said respectfully. He consciously followed Li Yi and joined the work.

Then, one after another villagers consciously took to the head of the village, and the expansion team gradually increased. In addition to being young and strong, some women gradually began to join the expansion team.

Even some children have come forward to help and do what they can. Even in the cold winter and the bitter north wind, people are still working in full swing. No one complains again, and the expansion of the whole Mojia village immediately doubled.

Li Yi hasn't worked like this for two years, but such familiar scenes can't help but remind him of the moment when Merton led the creation of the Mohist village. At that time, the Mohist village was as united as it is today.

"This is the real Mojia village!" Li Yi sighed.