"The future of the Mo family?"

Merton was silent for a moment, this was a very big question.

Everyone looked at him silently, waiting for his answer.

After a long time, Mo Dun slowly breathed a sigh of relief and said: "A thousand years ago, Mozi advocated both love, non-attack, Shangxian, Shangtong, Tianzhi, Ming ghost, non-life, non-music, festival funeral, and economy, but then the Mo family gradually declined in the contention of a hundred schools, so that it gradually disappeared and almost broke off the inheritance, which shows that history has given the answer, and the political concept of the Mo family is not in line with the times." ”

As soon as Merton's words came out, the audience was shocked.

No one thought that Merton would deny the political philosophy of the Mo family for thousands of years in the first sentence, Kong Yingda suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashed, and the Mo family himself admitted that he was not suitable for the concept, so he would not recognize the orthodoxy of Confucianism.

Li Shimin also breathed a sigh of relief, he was worried that Merton was still like some stubbornness, clinging to the legacy of his ancestors.

Master Yu was also gloomy when he heard this, Mojia Village had always adhered to the ancestral teachings of the Mo family, but ended up in poverty. If it weren't for the birth of Merton, Mojia Village would not be what it would be like now.

"But the Mo family has found a path of their own! A broad road with a very bright future. Merton said confidently.

"Ink skills?" Li Shimin asked.

"The ultimate goal of ink art is to explore the essence of the things that are hidden around us, and I believe that ink art will be able to surprise everyone in the future." Merton said.

"There are so many things in the world for you to discover, once or twice lucky, it doesn't mean that you are lucky this time!" Kong Yingda said disdainfully, he thought that the reason why the Mo family was able to throw the Quyuan plow and the live fish secret technique at one time was purely shit luck.

Merton retorted, "There are so many things in this world that we don't know why. For example, why is there a cloud in the sky, and how does the cloud come from? How are wind, rain, thunder and lightning formed? Why do birds fly in the sky? Why can fish swim in water? How many plants and animals are there in the world? What's on the other side of the ocean? Why does the sun rise in the east and set in the west? Why does iron rust? ”

Merton threw several whys with a look on his face, shocking everyone.

Everyone was silent, yes! Why? They all know about these phenomena, but no one has ever paid attention to them.

"These things, relying on the strength of Mojia Village alone is obviously not achievable, fortunately, this time the Mojia is not behind closed doors, but actively cooperating with hundreds of schools, this successful cooperation with farmers is a good start! In the future, while the Mo family will increase cooperation with farmers, it will also actively cooperate with doctors! Merton said.

"Oxygen, you say?" Li Shimin said.

He is extremely interested in this oxygen, there are countless examples of emperors pursuing immortality in the past, although Li Shimin has not yet reached this point, but if he can find this gas that sustains people's lives, even if he can't live forever, no one can refuse, even if you can live for a few more years.

"I believe that oxygen must exist, and once this oxygen is refined, the medical family will definitely have a huge development, and then the Mo family is actively seeking cooperation with other schools." Merton said.

"Cooperate with other schools of thought, I think there is no possibility for Mohists and Confucianism to cooperate?" Kong Yingda said indifferently that in his opinion, the development of Confucianism has already been completed by now, and there is no need for any change at all. Moreover, the knowledge of Confucianism is all theoretical, and the ability of ink technology lies in the real thing, and no one will intersect at all.

"Oh, I originally wanted to have a good thing to offer to Lord Sacrificial Wine, but now I don't think I need it!" Morton said lightly, but it made the hearts of everyone in the country tighten.

"Good stuff?" Kong Yingda was suddenly in a dilemma, the value of the good things in the mouth of the Mo family is not easy to say, if it is like the Quyuan plow to the farmer, oxygen to the family, then if Confucianism misses it, it will be a big loss.

But just now he said that it was impossible for the Mo family and Confucianism to cooperate, and when he suddenly repented, he couldn't hold his face.

Li Shimin couldn't help but feel a little funny when he saw Kong Yingda's old stubborn dilemma, looked at Morton who was pretending to be a gesture on the side, and shouted with a straight face: "Stinky boy, how do you talk to the master, if there are any good things, take them out quickly." ”

Li Shimin reprimanded Merton in a parental tone, and Merton couldn't help but shrink his head, and hurriedly pulled Qin Huaiyu on the side to go down to get it.

Kong Yingda glanced at Li Shimin gratefully and thanked Li Shimin for his relief.

Soon, Qin Huaiyu and Mo Dun came over with a blackboard three feet wide and ten feet long, and at this time, the blackboard for writing menus specially customized by Mojia Village for Zhuangyuan Building was temporarily taken by Mo Dun to fill the number.

This blackboard doesn't want the thin iron sheet of later generations, the technology of Mojia Village can't reach it, Lao Zhangtou uses real materials, but this weight is also an increase in rubbing.

Mo Dun and Qin Huaiyu were so tired that their faces were red and sweaty.

"Oh! Isn't this our overlord's living boy? Why is this board heavier than a jack of juding? Qin Qiong looked at Qin Huaiyu and couldn't help but sneer.

Suddenly, Qin Huaiyu's face flushed with shame, he had been bragging about himself just now, and he was exposed so quickly, and Cheng Chumo and Yu Chi Baolin, the two bad friends, were even snickering and gloating.

"Bang!"

The blackboard was heavily placed on the floor, leaned against the table, and erected.

"That's what you call good?" Kong Yingda looked at Merton suspiciously.

"Or do you want to add this?" Merton pulled a packet of chalk from his bosom and wrote on the blackboard.

"At noon on hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil. Who knows that Chinese food is hard work. ”

The white chalk letters are clearly visible on the blackboard. However, everyone's attention was not on the point, but all attracted to Merton's poem.

"Good poetry!"

Many of the people in Guozijian are poetry fans, and they all have a high literary accomplishment, and you can see at a glance that this poem is a rare good poem!

There are even many Dr. Guozi shaking their heads and tasting it, with an expression of enjoyment, and even more so, they have already begun to comment on this poem.

Li Shimin's eyes couldn't help but light up, Mo Jiazi has written a total of three poems so far, plus one by one, the first is a classic, and now the whole classic is estimated to have a poem.

Li Chengqian and the others already had a strange expression, and if Merton did anything surprising, they would take it for granted, after all, Merton had created too many miracles.

As for Qin Qiongcheng biting Jin, these military people looked at these sour Confucians with disdain.

Morton suddenly cried and laughed, is it good to be out of the building, his original intention is to demonstrate the use of chalk blackboard, where is it for you to drink tea and taste poetry.