Chapter 4: The Lonely Bamboo Kingdom and the Mo Family

The importance of information transmission determines the speed of human civilization.

In order to continue on this planet, the ancestors of mankind have continuously improved the way and scope of information transmission, from the earliest way of using sound as the theme to the later way of using words as the theme.

From the beacon fire, the post station, to the flying pigeon and other human or animal transmission, but it is still the transmission of the concept of time.

It is difficult for modern people living in wireless transmission, digital transmission and other spatial transmission methods to feel the importance of information transmission in ancient times.

After the Shang Dynasty was destroyed by the Zhou, although the remnants of the Yin Shang Dynasty were damaged by the Wu Geng rebellion, most of them were not implicated, but were divided by the Zhou Dynasty, among which the more famous ones are the Song State, the Wei Kingdom, and the early Jizi Joseon who fled to the Korean Peninsula.

Guzhu Country is located in the northeast coastal area, thousands of miles away from the Song Kingdom and the Wei Kingdom, and more importantly, there is also a primeval forest area that can be called a no-man's land in the middle.

And even more curious, what are the remnants of Yin Shang trying to contact the lonely bamboo country that is far away at the border at any cost.

Hearing Wang Xu's questioning, Mo Kui hurriedly explained.

"Of course, although Emperor Wu Geng failed to restore the country, the remnants of Yin Shang did not die, and we have been waiting for your arrival for so many years! I believe that when you get into trouble, the old department of Yin Shang will definitely respond one after another! Mo Kui began to get excited again as he spoke.

Wang Xu couldn't bear to puncture Mokui's illusion, when Wu Geng, the son of the king of Zhou, united with the three eunuchs, Dongfang Xiang and Bo Gu and other countries launched the rebellion of the three eunuchs against the Zhou Dynasty and failed, the Yin Shang forces were hit hard, and coupled with the great purge of the Zhou Dynasty, the remnants of the Yin Shang in the Spring and Autumn Period had basically gone their own way.

It may be that only the remnants of the Lonely Bamboo Kingdom in the northeast are still loyally waiting for their 'Great Emperor'.

"More than two hundred years ago, there was a capable person in our clan who established a not weak force in the Central Plains, but after so many years, the contact was broken, but as long as the emperor got into trouble, we will definitely do our best to contact them." Mo Kui excitedly brainwashed Wang Xu and promoted him, intent on inciting Wang Xu to rebel.

Wang Xu smirked and said perfunctorily, "Oh? Really? ”

"Of course, I don't know if the emperor has heard of it, Mo Zhai." Murqua grinned.

Wang Xu's hand shook, and the map fell to the ground, "Who?" ”

"Mo Zhai.... He was the one who founded the Mohist school, and he was my uncle. Mo Kui was taken aback by Wang Xu's reaction.

"Sss Wang Xu gasped, he didn't expect that this lonely bamboo country, which was about to be destroyed, would have something to do with such a big person.

The Mohists may not have been as famous as Confucianism in later generations.

However, during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, it was so influential that it could even dominate Confucianism, and it was one of the most influential schools.

Mencius. Teng Wengong": "The words of Yang Zhu and Mo Zhai are all over the world, and the words of the world are not attributed to Yang, that is, to Mo." ”

That is to say, the truth of the world, not what Mo Zhai said, or what Yang Zhu said, it is enough to see the influence of the Mo family at that time, even in the rebel armies around the late Qin Dynasty, there was no shortage of children of the Mo family.

If you can really get in touch with the Mo family, it seems that rebellion is not impossible.

Wang Xu touched his chin and thought about it, but quickly dispelled this ridiculous idea.

I even thought about breaking my wrist with the first emperor of Fen VI, and the sequelae of the real crossing made me float and swell so much.

"Tell me about the current situation of the Lonely Bamboo Country." Wang Xu shook his head, ready to do something serious.

Mo Kui respectfully introduced the situation of the Lonely Bamboo Kingdom to Wang Xu.

There were one hundred and four men in the whole country, twenty-three young and strong, thirty-six women, and the rest were old and weak.

Although the Lone Bamboo Country is currently subordinate to the Yan State, it has to pay tribute to the Yan State every year, but it has not been reasonably blessed, and there are often barbarians and wild beasts in the forest to attack and plunder, resulting in the Lone Bamboo Country has been unable to recuperate quietly, and the large number of casualties of the young and strong directly led to the decline of the country's population, if it were not for the barbarians in the mountains and forests who seem to have migrated in the past ten years, the Lone Bamboo Country may have been destroyed long ago.

Not only have to fight against the harsh living environment, but also against the enemy, even in such a desperate environment, the lonely bamboo country is still breathing until now, and its spirit is worthy of respect.

Although the people of the Lone Bamboo country can't wear clothes, all of them are skinny and malnourished, and the strongest men also belong to the sub-health state of later generations, and they can't afford to be called people with armor, but all men and women in the country, young and old, are warriors who have seen blood on their hands.

Wang Xu looked at the ink wolf who was trembling on his knees, and felt that Mo Kui's words were getting bigger and bigger, and no matter how he looked at it, he didn't think that this was a 'fierce general' who had single-handedly intercepted and killed fourteen barbarian tribesmen, and had also led his clansmen to resist wolves many times.

The ink wolf is the 'great general' of the Lone Bamboo Country, commanding the regular army, responsible for maintaining the safety of the people, about 1.75 meters tall, with a strong body, sharp eyes, and a hideous scar on the left side of his face, which is said to have been scratched by a colorful tiger.

"Ink wolf." As soon as Wang Xu spoke, he found that the ink wolf in front of him was trembling even more.

"The first time the ink wolf met the emperor, it was inevitable that he would have some gaffes." Mo Kui explained with a relieved face, not ashamed of the state of such a cowardly state of the 'general' under his command, but a little proud from his expression.

However, on second thought, under the influence of the theocratic culture of the Shang Dynasty, it is indeed an indescribable awe for the clansmen to be able to meet the emperor.

This kind of awe is not the same as meeting the leader, the superior, or even the later commoners to meet the emperor.

The emperor is at least still in the category of people, and the 'emperor' in the Yin Shang culture has been separated from the category of people and is a living 'god'.

"Ink wolf, how far have you gone?" Wang Xu asked directly.

The ink wolf was still kneeling and trembling, and only after Mo Kui spoke up did he answer nervously, "Back to the Emperor, the courtiers have been as far as Niushou Mountain in Donglin, and south to the Tiger Hill of the Bohai Sea, and have also followed the monarch to Yandu Linyi. ”

Looking at the map, although Linyi is the farthest place, because the people passing through the Yan country are populated, and the other two are primeval forests, especially the Bohai Tiger Hill, which is close to the Shanhaiguan in later generations.

In this era when there are no thermal weapons and means of transportation, walking such a long distance on foot, or in the primeval forest where fierce beasts are rampant and barbarians are dense, Wang Xu is really impressed by this ink wolf, and at the same time shocked the survival ability of the ancients.

But there is no basis for his words, Wang Xu also wants to see his true strength.

"You get up, let's make two moves." Wang Xu got up and said.

"No, Emperor!" Mo Kui fell to his knees and shouted.

"It's an order." Wang Xu had come into contact with many religious believers before, and knew that it was useless to reason with them, and they were stubborn and terrible.

But if you are a person of a higher priesthood, your command is heavenly to them.

After Wang Xu finished speaking, Mo Kui stopped crying, and the expression on his face suddenly became solemn, and after taking the ink wolf to do a strange etiquette, he said something to the ink wolf and let go of the place.

The ink wolf, who didn't dare to look at Wang Xu very much, got up and his eyes became sharp, although the corners of his mouth twitched because of nervousness, but the bulging muscles on his body showed that he had entered a state.

Wang Xu also put on a posture, many people feel that archaeology is generally an old pedant or a nerd, but in fact, most archaeologists have good physical fitness.

Because most of the archaeological excavation work requires archaeologists to do it themselves, digging the ground with iron hoes, lifting soil with shovels, and digging holes with shovels.

Because for archaeologists, anything in the remains of the tomb can be priceless, and if it is hurt by someone who does not know how to do it, they may die of distress, so they can only do it themselves.

In fact, the workload of archaeologists is sometimes not much worse than that of construction workers, and Wang Xu, who has been archaeology since he was a child, naturally has a physical fitness, and later learned routines from a martial arts master in the courtyard for several years.

At least there is such a thing as fighting, Wang Xu is still quite confident, coupled with his height of 1.82 meters and a figure of more than 160 pounds, there should be no problem with Shangmo Wolf.

After Wang Xu and the ink wolf confronted each other for nearly three minutes, the ink wolf finally couldn't bear the pressure and pounced with a low roar, and rushed towards Wang Xu like a small cannonball.

Wang Xu's pupils shrank, the other party was fierce and couldn't retreat, coupled with the conceit of his own strength, he punched at the shoulder of the ink wolf.

The advantage of the length of the hand was revealed, Wang Xu's fist smashed on the shoulder of the ink wolf, but the fist of the ink wolf was two inches away from Wang Xu's chest, and the huge force from the shoulder made his body shake, and then he reversed the direction of the fist with the help of force and smashed it on Wang Xu's arm.

The numbness from his arm stimulated Wang Xu's blood, and with a muffled snort, he raised his foot and kicked at the side waist where the ink wolf didn't have time to retreat, kicking him to the ground.

The ink wolf flexibly rolled on the ground twice and then crawled on the ground, like a fried leopard, his originally timid eyes also became red at this time, staring at Wang Xu like a prey, ready to wait for the opportunity to move.

Wang Xu endured the soreness and pain in his arm, his face was indifferent, he looked unfathomable, nodded with satisfaction, and dropped a sentence of "not bad".

Then he turned and drifted back to his room.

Leaving Mo Kui who knelt and kowtowed to the ink wolf.

"How much force did you use?" Seeing Wang Xu leaving, Mo Kui turned his head and asked the ink wolf who was a little shaken.

"The Great Emperor is indeed the body of a god! The power of my punch can't hurt him in the slightest, and the weakness is not left by the emperor's men, if the first punch hits the neck, my life and death are unpredictable. The ink wolf, who had regained his senses, said to Mo Kui with a wistful and awe-inspiring expression.

Mo Kui raised his eyebrows slightly, covered his heart and made a ritual movement, his eyes were ruddy, and he said patiently excitedly, "Our fate is finally going to change!" ”