"Your Highness, Zhao Yu asks to see you. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info "Now, Wu Yong, who has been Yang Yan's personal guard, is wearing black armor and has entered the military account.

"Biography." Zhao Yu was training in the horse farm, and when he asked to see him at this time, I am afraid that someone from the Mo family had arrived.

"At home, the teacher is already in the camp, and he is outside the account." Zhao Yu has always been direct, and after seeing Yang Yan, he told the truth.

"Let them in." Yang Yan ate the steak slowly, and had no intention of stopping.

Zhao Yu turned around and walked out of the camp, and soon brought in three people.

"Grass people move away."

"Folk woman Xue Rou."

"Little lady Moke."

"Meet King Qin."

Yang Yan looked at the three of them, Mo Qian was nearly forty years old, with a long beard, full of peasant dress, and he didn't feel that he was a giant of the Mo family.

And Xue Rou has a dignified temperament, white and tender skin, quite a lady's demeanor, and her age is only about thirty years old, which has the charm of a young woman.

Mo Ke, who inherited Xue Rou's temperament, although she was only thirteen or fourteen years old, she was also a beautiful woman. Her smart eyes swept boldly around Yang Yan's body.

"I haven't had lunch yet, Ke'er, give them one for each according to the lonely style." Yang Yan put a piece of steak into his mouth, chewed it slowly, and continued to pay attention to the reactions of the three people below.

Among them, Xue Rou was the most calm, silent, and knelt quietly in front of the seat.

Mo Qian, on the other hand, wanted to speak several times, but after seeing Xue Rou's expression, he endured it again.

[Fear of guilt? 】

[Or is it said that this Xue Rou is the serious person who talks about Momen now? ] 】

Soon, the attendant came in with lunch.

Zhao Yu had eaten a few times, and he never forgot the steak in Yang Yan's camp, and after the attendant put down the plate, he picked up the knife and fork and ate it.

Mo Ke looked at the food in front of him, and then at the actions of his junior brother, and he also moved. Although he was not that skilled, he also cut off a piece of meat and put it in his mouth.

Then, she glanced at Yang Yan with some surprise.

[What kind of meat is this and why is it so delicious.] It turns out that this is the life of the emperor's family. 】

Mo Qian and Xue Rou are not stupid people, they have the same example.

After Yang Yan was full, he put down the tableware, took the napkin handed by Ke'er and wiped his mouth, and then said, "How many craftsmen do you have in Momen?" ”

"Back to Your Highness, there are a total of thirty-seven inksmiths." Mo Qian hurriedly stood up and replied.

Momen is almost gone, and now it is finally possible to reuse, and Moqian can't wait for a long time.

"Talk while eating, no formality." Yang Yan waved his hand and motioned for Mo Qian to sit down.

"Who else but the Inksmith?"

"Back to Your Highness, there are five ink masters and nineteen ink heroes." It was Xue Rou who answered.

The disciples of the Momen are generally called the Momen, but within the Momen, there are three branches, namely the Momen, the Mojian, and the Moxia.

Among them, the ink master is both capable and political, not only proficient in the Mo classics, but also has the ability of the ink craftsman and the ink man, is an all-rounder, and is also the core of the Mo family. They believe in the core ideas of Mozi and love, non-attack, Shangxian, Shangtong, thrift, funeral, non-music, non-fate, Tianzhi, and Ming ghosts, and at the same time have the ability to fight.

Ink craftsman, the master of Mojia technology, the earliest scientist.

Moxia is a martial artist, divided into three types: sun, moon and star, one is to attack instead of defending, the second is to defend with attack, and the third is to attack and defend.

These three branches are divided into three schools, namely the Ranger School, the Polemical School, and the Youshi School. By the Han Dynasty, Momen had almost disappeared from history.

"I want to be able to compare with Confucianism back then, although there are only sixty-one people in the world, it is sad, pitiful, and ridiculous." If a school of thought disappears from the eyes of the general public, it can only mean one thing: it is not suitable for the country and is not close to the national conditions.

China is a monarchy and an imperial power. At that time, the Han Dynasty respected Confucianism alone, because Confucianism was conducive to the control of imperial power, not Mohists.

Legalists, peasant families, soldiers, vertical and horizontal families, and miscellaneous families can all find disciples inside and outside the government and the opposition, but what about the Mo family?

In the officialdom and in the army, have there ever been disciples of the Mo family?

"King Qin, what does this mean?" After all, Mo Ke was young, and when he heard Yang Yan's contempt for the Mo family, he couldn't bear to question it all of a sudden.

"I only fancy you inksmiths, as for any inkers, I don't want any ink. Moxia, it's dispensable. "After hundreds of years, the army has formed a military mentality, which has been applied to all dynasties and generations.

"The ink man is the core of the ink gate, and they all have both ability and political integrity, why did His Highness abandon it?" Xue Rou frowned and glanced at Yang Yan with some puzzlement.

The idea of respecting the inferior comes from Confucianism, while the Mohists pay attention to both love and love, and everyone is equal. For the monarch, the Mo family will not have special respect.

"Because this king is not a child of the Mo family, and he does not believe in Mozi thought. Lone is a royal family, if everyone in this world is equal, both love and non-attack, what other court is needed, what officials are needed, what army is needed, and what kind of race is divided. Everyone washed their necks, and waited for the iron horses of the alien race to step on my Great Sui River and Mountain, and everyone just gave the alien race a slave and a dog. ”

"Could it be that you still think that you have the ability to educate the alien race and make them respect your Mohist thoughts?"

"Now, you're not even as good as a miscellaneous family, are you worthy?"

"You, you, you ......" Mo Ke stood up excitedly and pointed at Yang Yan for a long time.

"What are you, believe it or not, just one sentence can make your Momen completely extinct?"

"I can't even see the situation clearly, and I still try to promote Momen?" Of course, Yang Yan knew that his statement was very extreme, and he didn't know much about authentic Momen thought.

But history has told him that the Mo family was abused by Confucianism and had no strength to fight back, and it could only continue by hiding among the people.

"Love stays, don't stay." Without the Mo family, no one would build siege equipment?

The firearms of later generations were still not inventions of the Mo family. What's more, the Mo family is good at defending and not attacking. Offense is the best defense.

"How about staying?" Perhaps, this is the only chance for the Mo family to stand in front of the world again, as the daughter of the former giant, Xue Rou is unwilling to miss such an opportunity.

"Then don't mention your thoughts to Lone, just do whatever Lone tells you to do. No matter how bad it is, it won't let your inheritance be broken. Lone has no objection to you recruiting disciples and promoting scholarship. Yang Yan did not end the Mo family's dead end, but gave them a sweet jujube and allowed them to promote academics.

[History has proved that most of the Mohist ideas do not work. Especially after being educated by Confucianism for hundreds of years, few will agree with Mohist thought. If you don't believe it, you can recruit people. 】

[Brainwashing, am I powerful? Believe it or not, move out an Amway and replace it in minutes? 】

"Think about it yourself, Ke'er, go out for a walk with Lonely." Flicking his sleeves, Yang Yan walked out of the account with his little maid, let Wu Yong lead him to step on blood, and rode a horse to indulge.

Yang Yan deliberately cooled the ink door for a while to see how they decided. If you can't accept your own terms, those inksmiths don't want to. In the Ministry of Industry, there is no shortage of masters, if Yang Yan is cheeky and asks Yang Guang for a few, he will also give it.

"Wu Yong, slaughter the wild deer alone, and eat the deer steak at night." Throwing the bloody rope, Yang Yan whistled, and walked towards the military account with the hand of Huo Xun Ke'er.

Outside the military account, Zhao Yu stood there like a javelin.

"Your Highness."

"How's it going, have you come up with a result?" It's been more than two hours since I went out, and I know the result whether I go or stay.

"Back to His Highness, the Momen people have decided to follow His Highness, and the master has rushed back to Wuwei to gather the Momen disciples." Zhao Yu showed a rare smile, the current ink gate is very miserable, if it weren't for so many ink craftsmen, I'm afraid someone would starve to death.

"You're doing a good job, stay for a while, I've hunted a red deer today." Yang Yan didn't expect that there was still this kind of game in the Zhangye Wasteland, and there were quite a few of them, so he asked Wu Yong to get one back.

Walking into the military account again, Yang Yan saw Xue Rou and Mo Ke kneeling there, and when he saw him appearing, he immediately got up and saluted, and his attitude changed.

"Your Highness, the women hope that the little girl can serve by His Highness's side, and I hope His Highness will agree." Xue Rou lowered her head, not daring to look directly at Yang Yan anymore.

[Heh, is this a change of strategy, do you want to use your daughter to influence yourself? 】

[Do you really think of yourself as a seven-year-old child? 】

"Leave that is a slave girl, Xue Rou, do you know?" Even if she is not a slave, others will only treat her as a slave.

"The women know that Ke'er is also voluntary." Xue Rou did have an idea, hoping to use her daughter to influence Yang Yan's thoughts and make him a disciple of Momen. Since the Han Dynasty, Momen has not been so close to the royal family, and Xue Rou can't let go of such an opportunity.

Facts have proved that only schools of thought recognized by the imperial power can enter the political arena and be accepted by the public.

"Since you are willing, Lone will naturally not refuse your kindness." Yang Yan smiled, turned to Huo Xun Ke'er and said, "In the future, she will be handed over to you for training, come out with some momentum, don't let people laugh at the upbringing of our Qin Palace." ”

"Go, take her out to recognize the rules, I still have something to discuss with the Xue family." As he spoke, he took out the design from the tube and laid it out on the table.

"Come up and see, is it reasonable for such a city?" When Zhao Yu recommended this Xue Rou, he said that she was good at building cities.

After Xue Rou carefully read every detail of the drawings, she looked at Yang Yan with some surprise and wondered: "Your Highness, this is what Your Highness painted alone?" ”

"Yes, is it difficult to construct?" Yang Yan incorporated many design concepts from later generations, such as rainwater harvesting systems and public toilets. Although Yang Yan marked it on the drawings, it was another thing for the ancients not to understand it.

"It's not difficult, it's just that some of the buildings are very novel, what exactly is the purpose?" Xue Rou first pointed to the public toilet.

Yang Yan patiently explained, and the two chatted until late at night, and Xue Rou solved all the doubts in her heart.