Zhai Yun curled his lips and said, "He has been feeling uncomfortable these days because he didn't go to the brothel. The female Mozhe in the guild avoid him when they see him. If eye contact can make peace, the number of people in the Mozhe Guild will increase by one third next year."
Ying Wuji was silent for a while, then gave Wu Dan a thumbs up: "Awesome!"
Wu Dan was not embarrassed at all: "I have abstained from sex for several days. Am I not worthy of looking at women? Moreover, I have made so many contributions to your guild these days. Why do those female Mozhe avoid me? After all, I am a prince of a country..."
“Dededede!”
Zhai Yun had a headache: "It's no use telling me, go tell those female Mohists."
Seeing the two people bickering, Ying Wuji couldn't help but smile slightly.
He originally thought that Li Caitan had dealt a great blow to Wu Dan, but he did not expect that his brother, not only did not become depressed, but instead broke free from his previous muddle-headed state of living a life of idleness and waiting to die.
He had hardly gone out these days. After Zhai Yun brought a group of new Mohists to the bookstore, he also returned to the Mohist Guild.
Judging from the situation, the two of them should have been staying together to invent things.
I should be able to see quite a few of them at the banquet later.
To be honest, Wu Dan does have some talent for invention. He used to hang out in the Mohist Guild, but I didn't expect that he could get the hang of it so quickly.
He was a little curious: "Why didn't I see you guys on the viewing platform just now?"
Zhai Yun smiled and said, "I was drawing the blueprints until late yesterday, and I got up late today. When I arrived at the site, I saw Nangong Ling holding a handful of soybeans. I had no idea what he was doing."
Wu Dan subconsciously said, "Maybe he wants to sell crops. I heard that there is a drought on the border between China and Lebanon this year, and there will be a shortage of food in the winter."
Zhai Yun: “…”
Zhao Ning: “…”
Ying Wuji: “…”
What the hell is this about promoting crops?
…
Feiqi Palace is very large.
Looking around the world, perhaps only the Zhou Royal Palace in Haojing can compare with it.
But the Feiqi Palace was very small.
The largest square was almost unable to accommodate the banquet to entertain students from hundreds of schools of thought.
This must be five or six thousand people, right?
Ying Wuji raised his lips slightly, with an expression of pride: "Brother Zhai, Dan, do you think my father-in-law is generous?"
“How generous!”
Wu Dan nodded in agreement: "The dishes are so good, they must have cost a lot of money, right?"
"Who cares! My father-in-law is rich!"
Ying Wuji said with a grin.
When Zhao Ning saw her like this, she felt an inexplicable warmth in her heart, because she felt that Ying Wuji really treated Zhao Ji as a family member.
Although he still retains some tricks and a bit of vigilance, this feeling of satisfaction and pride cannot be deceived.
People say that the imperial family is the most ruthless, but how could the affairs of the imperial family be exactly the same as the impression of ordinary people?
Good.
Zhai Yun's eyes never left the delicious food on the table.
The Mohists advocated frugality.
Ever since he quit his job at the bookstore and returned to the Mohist Guild, he has started to live frugally.
The food was definitely inferior to that prepared by the bookstore chef. The worst thing was that the table was too small and everyone ate separately, which was not as enjoyable as eating around a big table in the bookstore.
Although it is also a small table today, the food is really good.
There were even a few dishes on the table that were cooked in an iron pan.
You have to know that iron smelting technology is still a secret, tightly controlled by the royal families and nobles of several old and powerful countries, and can only be used for military purposes. If he did not have a high status in the Mohist Guild and could come into contact with the nobles on certain occasions, he would not even know that "vegetables can be fried".
The richness of today's dishes was a bit overwhelming for him who had been frugal for some time.
Seeing that he was about to swallow his saliva, Ying Wuji smiled and said, "Brother Zhai! If it really doesn't work, just go back to the bookstore. Tomorrow I will ask my father-in-law for an iron pot, and we can cook every day."
To be honest, he didn't have a particularly strong appetite.
But here they either stew or boil, at best they fry it on a stone slab, which is really unbearable.
Unfortunately, iron pans are too difficult to handle. To say that they are a luxury item is an understatement. They even have some attributes of a contraband item.
It's not like he hadn't thought about buying some military iron tools and melting them into an iron pot, but that's damn illegal!
Zhai Yun was somewhat tempted, but still shook his head: "No need! We Mohists don't have that many appetites. I was too comfortable in the bookstore some time ago. In your words, my thoughts have slipped. If I continue to be lazy, I will be punished by Master Wu."
Master Wu is none other than Wu Wen, a powerful master at the level of Wushen from the Li Kingdom branch.
Seeing a hint of dejection in his expression, Ying Wuji seemed to know his concerns.
Recall that Zhai Yun resigned from the bookstore exactly the day after he met Jiang Taiyuan.
That day, I joked with Jiang Taiyuan, or discussed the reasons why the Mohist school was becoming increasingly marginalized. He seemed a little depressed, and finally left the table early, and then resigned the next day.
Looking back now, I should have made changes in order to strengthen my ideals.
Most Mohists have calluses on their hands and feet, dark faces, and they work hard to do things, not daring to ask for desires, and suffering to the extreme.
Therefore, everyone can walk into fire and step on blades, and die without leaving their clan.
This kind of thing did not seem so reasonable to Ying Wuji, but with one saint-like Mohist leader after another in charge, the Mohist Guild was indeed like this.
Even Wu Dan, a dark, strong and sturdy young man, looks thinner after spending these days immersed in the Mohist Guild.
Ying Wuji smiled and said, "Then I won't force you, but today's meal is for the Hundred Family Festival, so it doesn't hurt to have a good meal!"
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