Chapter 73: The World is Unjust
In front of the desk, Mo Qiu sat there quietly, his tall and sturdy body standing straight like a copper wall, making people feel at ease at first glance.
"Master, this is the situation in various places we investigated."
A man walked over quickly, looked at Mo Qiu with admiration, and placed the letters sorted out by the other Mozhe in front of him.
After taking the letters, Mo Qiu read through them one by one at a very fast speed. His already dark face became even darker, and his furrowed brows revealed his depressed mood.
"Locust plagues, floods, droughts, and refugees."
Mo Qiu opened his mouth several times, but an indescribable bitterness filled his heart, and every word he uttered sounded so raw and dry.
This year, disasters occurred frequently in Dayue.
Unfortunately, Emperor Zong Ming's sixtieth birthday is approaching, and the Wanshou Palace cannot be delayed.
Now the number of laborers at the foot of Shoushan Mountain has really reached 300,000 - perhaps even more!
In order to meet the deadline and not miss the auspicious date, the officials used every possible means and tried their best to complete the finishing work of Wanshou Palace before Emperor Zong Ming's birthday.
Natural disasters continue, but government orders are harsh! The Mohists are caught between the people and the officials, but they do not seek fame and fortune like the Qingfeng Temple, but want to do something that benefits the country and the people.
But now he can't even see Emperor Zong Ming.
To be precise, after presenting the immortal stone, Emperor Zong Ming no longer wanted to see him. Although he praised him in every way and gave him some privileges on the surface, they were all irrelevant things.
It is a bit wrong to say that it is a pity to abandon it. It should be said that it is useless! The most that the Mohists could do was to punish some bandits and bullies, and to overthrow some clan gentry. This was the result of Emperor Zong Ming's leniency.
Going further up, there are the responsibilities of officials, an insurmountable gap.
Mo Qiu was well aware of the dilemma faced by the Mohist school.
So far, he has done the best he can, even though even this seems to be a drop in the bucket.
"Master, we have rescued nearly 10,000 disaster victims during this period, among whom we have killed 732 bullies and bandits, nearly half of whom were those who embezzled land and oppressed the people." The disciple continued to speak.
Mo Qiu waved his hand and suddenly asked: "Gong, what do you think of what we are doing?"
The disciple called Gong immediately replied: "To eliminate evil and evil is beneficial to the country and the people!"
"No, I'm not asking these. I'm asking you, what do you think will happen if you keep doing this?" Mo Qiu stood up, his tall body standing like a strong city, looking at the disciple and asking sincerely.
Since the expansion of the Mohist School, among the more than 3,000 disciples, there were more than 70 who were worthy of his special attention and training, and the most troublesome one was simply thrown to Gu Dan.
Among the more than seventy disciples he paid attention to, Gong Li was the one he admired the most because of his eloquence, ability to speak eloquently, and ability to handle affairs effectively.
After Gong Shangguo left temporarily, Gong has been helping him with things by his side. He is a person who truly understands morality and hard work.
If the Mohist school also wants to have a senior brother or something like that, apart from Gong Shangguo, the only one who can be that person is Gong.
Gong thought for a moment and said very sincerely, "I will save some people and gain a great reputation."
"ha"
Mo Qiu laughed, "Do you think I did this for fame?"
"The bright moon shines so brightly that even rotten grass can never compare to it. We can only admire it." Gong replied.
Mo Qiu shook his head slightly and said, "With me, there's no need to say these lies. Just tell the truth."
"Oh well!"
Gong pointed to the news gathered by many calligraphers on the desk and said in a cold voice: "The creation of heaven is the principle for the creation of all things. Therefore, the principle of all things is complete in one person. The principle of all things is complete in one person. Therefore, all people in the world will pity those who are hungry, cold, sick and suffering; they will be angry when they see those who are wronged, depressed and unable to get peace. Pity and anger are the reasons why people become officials.
In today's world, the gentry, the royal family, the wealthy, are all parasites; locusts, floods, droughts, thousands of miles of barren land; incompetent emperors, eunuchs, and incompetent officials are powerless to save the world! Master Mo has gathered the thoughts of thousands of people with his own strength, but he has encountered obstacles everywhere. It is not because he is incompetent, but because the world is without justice! "
The Mohist master could wear straw sandals, measure the world, proclaim morality, and recruit disciples. Even every Mohist could take the Mohist master as an example, wear fur and brown clothes, walk on tiptoe, work day and night, and endure hardships, without fear of a hard life or poverty.
But even if all Mohists did this, how much could they save? The emperor was engaged in large-scale construction projects, and with just one word, hundreds of thousands of people left their homes, and millions of people left their homes; officials were reveling every night, eating their fill, and had no regard for the suffering of the people; merchants and tyrants were blinded by money, and the more dangerous the time, the more they sought a hundredfold profit. The country was no longer a country, and the world was without justice. How could the Mohists who were still practicing justice not have a hard time here?
There are still starving people in An'an, how can a mantis with arms stretched out move forward! A carriage that is running wildly at the end of its road will inevitably slide into the abyss even if a group of people try hard to tighten the reins.
Mo Qiu listened quietly, his dark face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost and snow.
Of course he understood what Gong meant.
There was also a disciple who was more radical than Gong who stayed by his side. He would repeat the same thing in his ear many times every day, and his ears were almost covered with calluses.
But he didn't want to be the one who raised his voice.
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What he wanted was peace in the world, not for the world to be torn apart in his hands.
Mohism should be a standard rather than a sharp blade.
There are always sharp blades, but there are always lacking standards!
Once other thoughts arise, the standards will be distorted and will no longer be sufficient to measure the morality of the world.
At that time, all good intentions will turn into more tragic conspiracies and intrigues, and what they can bring to people all over the world is not ideals and beliefs, but a chill that seeps into their bones.
Promote the benefits of the world and eliminate the harm of the world - he also had to ensure that the Mohist school would not become part of the harm of the world.
Is there a way to have both in this world? Live up to the people and live up to your love.
This clear-headed pain always accompanies him. Seeing the world crumbling step by step, it feels like the scorching sun is burning his heart.
After a moment, Mo Qiu said, "Don't say that again. I don't want to see Mohists raise their butcher knives for fame and fortune one day, or see wealthy merchants, powerful people, and aristocratic families among Mohists oppressing the people. If that happens, the blood of many Mohists will be shed in vain.
Mohists should do their own things well, pursue morality, work day and night, burn oil to extend the time, and work hard all year round.
If there is justice in the world, I will sacrifice my life for it; if there is no justice in the world, I will sacrifice my life for it. "
Gong opened his eyes wide in surprise and looked at the teacher with admiration in his eyes that was beyond words.
He was clearly standing there alone, yet he was brighter than the sun.
It’s not that we can’t see that the world is muddy, but there must always be some clear streams to nourish the long and eternal river.
If there is justice in the world, one will sacrifice his life for the justice; if there is no justice in the world, one will sacrifice his life for the justice.
(End of this chapter)