From a freeloader to a world leader

Three days later, at the foot of a remote mountain in the southwest of Huashan, in a circle that looked like the lobby of a Hakka earth building, dozens of men were sitting around an old man with white hair and a white beard.

"Grandpa, have you thought about it? With an annual salary of 10000 taels, all of us in the Mo family will have no worries about food and drink-----"

Mo Jiayuan stroked his white beard and looked at his eighteen-year-old grandson, Mo Changchun. He sighed inwardly, "Why are you in such a hurry? Didn't the notice say that it will be effective within half a month? This is a major event for our Mo family, so we should think about it more."

"Grandma!"

Mo Changchun jumped up in anxiety: "Three days have passed. If we all go there, it will take at least seven or eight days, and by then ten days will have passed. If the scholar in the mountains has negotiated with others, the 10000 silver will be someone else's."

After hearing this, dozens of men, young and old, in the main room started talking.

Mo Changchun coughed forcefully, and his slightly cloudy eyes emitted a sharp light: "Have you all fallen into the eyes of money? Have you forgotten the rules of our Mo family? If something unexpected happens, how can we be worthy of our ancestors!"

It turns out that this circular earthen building, which is several meters high, is inhabited by the descendants of the Mohist school who have lived in seclusion for hundreds of years.

Counting from Mozi, the founder of Mohism, to Mo Changchun, it is already the sixty-sixth generation.

Because the imperial courts of every generation suppressed the Mohist school.

They gradually lost their trust in the imperial court and were no longer willing to have large-scale contact with the outside world.

However, the Datong Chamber of Commerce issued a recruitment offer to the entire empire with an annual salary of up to 10000.

Suddenly, this group of young people who had lived in seclusion at the foot of Mount Hua for more than 200 years began to jump for joy.

He said that he would mobilize the entire family to get the annual salary of ten thousand taels.

Moreover, he claims to be the top architect in the empire.

Are you kidding me?

Who else is worthy of being called the world's top architects and top craftsmen except Mohist school!

"Grandpa, our ancestors never told us not to leave the mountains. When the Sui Empire was founded more than 200 years ago, didn't our Mo family also make great contributions? That's why their Yang family was so prosperous back then-----"

"Nonsense!"

Mo Jiayuan slapped the table with his palm. With a "crack" sound, the originally extremely solid yellow pear wood table suddenly cracked into a long crack.

Mo Jiayuan was provoked by his eldest grandson and accidentally used his internal force.

He stood up straight, pointed at his eldest grandson Mo Changchun and shouted, "Unfilial son, kneel down and think carefully about how our Mo family retreated to this valley. You only see the benefits. If something goes wrong, what will happen to our Mo family's thousand-year heritage?"

"Plop!" a sound.

Mo Changchun knelt down obediently, but he muttered unconvincedly: "Grandpa, I heard that Shanzhong Xiucai is different from anyone else in the world. He openly said that he wants to be open, fair and just. Isn't this basically consistent with the purpose of my Mohist school? I also heard that he was born in poverty and is very sympathetic to the common people. He also tells stories and sings operas himself, which is why he has created such a large scale-----"

Hearing what his eldest grandson said, Mo Jiayuan's anger subsided a little, and he looked a little moved.

At this time, his second son, Mo Haoyun, Mo Changchun's father, took the opportunity to say, "Dad, I think what Changchun said makes some sense. Judging from what the scholar in the mountains did and the songs he created, I think he is also a very suitable candidate."

As he spoke, Mo Haoyun sighed, "Dad, I don't think this world will last long. It's time for our Mo family to leave the mountains!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire hall became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

This is no longer a competition among top architects, but a competition among the world!

Mo Jiayuan's sharp eyes swept across the faces of his tribesmen.

It was discovered that most of the tribesmen were eager to try.

After about three or four minutes of silence, Mo Jiayuan finally spoke: "Do you all think so?"

"Yes! Grandpa, I also think what Dad said is right. I personally feel that Sun Shan is a very suitable candidate. From the way he named the Chamber of Commerce, I feel that he is a hero who cares about the world!"

Mo Jiayuan skipped over his eldest grandson, looked around, and finally stopped at his youngest brother, Mo Jiaguo, who was about twenty years younger than him. "Old Nine, what do you think?"

Mo Jiaguo, who was already nearly fifty years old and had gray hair on his temples, stood up steadily upon hearing the voice and said in a deep voice: "Brother, I think what Haoyun and Changchun said makes some sense-----"

Mo Jiaguo first expressed his meaning, and then analyzed: "Datong, Datong, the world is Datong, one heart for the public, the world is peaceful!"

"Although I don't know what Shanzhong Xiucai was thinking when he named it Datong, but it's almost certain that he had in mind the idea of ​​a harmonious world!"

After saying this, Mo Jiaguo looked firmly at his eldest brother Mo Jiayuan, the head of the clan, and said in a high-pitched voice: "Brother, I agree with what Haoyun said. The world is gradually becoming chaotic. In twenty years at most, or ten years at least, there will be unrest in the world. So if Qin loses its power, anyone can get it!"

"Old Nine, you haven't even seen the scholar in the mountains, so why do you think he has a chance? My Mo family should bet on him. Aren't you afraid that he will end up like the Yang family back then?"

"hehe----"

Mo Jiaguo laughed loudly, and then said, "Of course I am afraid. How can I not be afraid? However, we can't hide in this valley just because we are afraid of this and that. What's the point of learning the Mo family's heritage? Didn't our Mo family ancestors warn us that everything should be based on action, and the truth is hidden in reality!"

"Ha ha ha ha-----"

When Mo Jiayuan heard his youngest brother say those words, a stone in his heart fell. He looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, then clapped his hands and said, "Good! Laojiu, you're right. It's me, the eldest brother, who was timid!"

Then, under the tense gazes of the entire clan, Mo Jiayuan slammed his palm on the table and said, "Then, let's go out. I want to see what kind of person this mountain scholar who can make the ocean laugh is!"

As he spoke, Mo Jiayuan quickly arranged the matters for going out: "This time when we go out, I will take Haoyun and a few others with me first. If I think that Shanzhong Xiucai is a man who can accomplish things, or even a kind person who is worth associating with, then you, Laojiu, will take the others to Hengzhou------"

As soon as Mo Jiayuan finished speaking, the entire lobby became as lively as a vegetable market.

This made the women and children gathered outside the lobby all smile.

After all, living in a small mountain nest for two or three hundred years is definitely very frustrating for the Mo family members who inherited the skills of Mohist craftsmen.

"Grandpa, I want to go with you too. I can protect you!"

Seeing that Grandpa was happy, Mo Changchun knelt down and walked a few steps, hugged Grandpa's thigh, raised his head and shouted: "Grandpa, Grandpa, I have learned for so many years, please let me go out and see it!"

"You really want to go?"

Mo Jiayuan loved this eldest grandson who he raised and was very smart. He touched his head and felt a little uneasy.

"Go! I have to go!"

Seeing that his grandfather was hesitant, Mo Changchun nodded firmly: "When the time comes, I will also create a world like the scholar in the mountains. I don't believe that the children of the Mo family, who have learned thousands of years of knowledge, are not as good as a scholar in the countryside!"

"Hahahaha!"

Mo Jiayuan laughed loudly towards the sky and patted his eldest grandson on the head. He naturally agreed with his eldest grandson's bold words.

"Okay, you can follow me, but when you get to Hengzhou, don't stay with me. Change your identity-----"

"Okay, no problem, I'll listen to you, Grandpa!"