Chapter 7

"Go, let me show you the prosperity of Chang'an." Merton waved his big hand and led the team forward. Every time he received the salary of the county uncle, Merton had to take it in person, so Merton came to Chang'an more often and was familiar with Chang'an city.

"Young master! I seem to have gone the wrong way!" Li Yi came forward and interrupted Merton's high spirits!

"Our shop in Mojia village is in the fish market in the south of the city. Young master, you're going north!"

"Pooh!" people in the motorcade couldn't help laughing.

"Nonsense! You think I don't know!" Merton rolled his eyes angrily and said.

"Then you?" Li Yi said with a puzzled face.

"Second uncle! What are we selling in Chang'an this time?" Merton asked.

"Fish!" Li Yi glared.

"No, it's a live fish!" Li Xin added.

"Smelly boy, you think I don't know!" Li Yi respected Merton, but he was rude to Li Xin.

As soon as Li Yi stared, Li Xin returned to the team bitterly.

"Brother Xin is right! This time we sell live fish, but what's the difference between the live fish we sell and the live fish sold by others!" Merton looked around and asked.

"It doesn't make any difference! The fish we sell are the same as those around Chang'an." Li Yi frowned.

"Yes!" Merton said loudly. "These fish are the same as their fish, but not the same."

"Er, ER!" everyone fainted. Why are they all the same and different?

"Of course not. Our fish are transported from fifty miles away, which is not comparable to those just fished out of the river!" said a young man from Mojia village proudly.

"Er!" Merton pressed his forehead silently. They were all the same species of fish, and they were all live fish. Mojia village spent a lot of manpower to transport them from fifty miles away, which consumed more manpower and material resources than others. What is there to be proud of.

Of course, these words can't be said, otherwise they can only dampen the enthusiasm of the villagers in Mojia village

"Not bad! We sell the fish raised by the young master with our unique skills of Mohism!" Yu Er said loudly.

"No, I didn't invent the technology. It's the unique skill of our Mohist School for thousands of years!" Merton said like a magic stick.

"Oh!" people suddenly realized. I said, young master, why did he suddenly become so powerful! It turned out that he got the secret skill of the ancestors of Mohism.

Only Li Yi and some other old people who escorted the car looked at Merton suspiciously. They knew better than Merton about what was good in the Mojia village. They had never heard of any secret technique spread for thousands of years.

"But we know this is the secret skill of Mohism for thousands of years, but the people of Chang'an city don't know! How can we show the beauty of our fish?" Merton said.

"What does the young master mean?" Li Yi said suspiciously.

"Of course, the whole people of Chang'an should know how precious the fish in our Mojia village is, so I decided that today's team would circle the south of the city and then go to the fish market!" Merton said proudly.

"Fubo!" Merton looked at Fubo. Fubo immediately took out a lot of flagpoles and banners from the carriage, and even drums, gongs, trumpets, Sheng pipes and so on.

Isn't this something used for funerals in the village? Why did you suddenly get here.

Soon, each waterwheel was divided into a flag and a musical instrument, and the whole team was instantly happy.

"Dangdang! Dongdong..." the sound of drums and gongs, mixed with the sound of Sheng and Xiao, attracted the eyes of the whole street in an instant.

"Uncle fish! I'll give you the rest!" Merton looked at the fish master and said.

"Don't worry, young master! I don't have any other skills. I still have the skills to make and sell fish." the fish Master said confidently.

With that, the fish master took the lead to the front of the team and grabbed the Gong from the fish.

"Dong!" the fish master knocked heavily and shouted loudly.

"The unique skill of Mohism for thousands of years is now in the world! It can keep alive fish and strengthen people's health."

The fish master shouted and stopped to signal other teams to beat gongs and drums.

In an instant, the whole team was full of gongs and drums and red flags. Fish two roared: "Mohist live fish, strengthen your body."

"None of the live fish transported from Mojia village fifty miles away from Chang'an will die."

"Mohist live fish can strengthen the body."

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The whole street was suddenly quiet, and everyone stared at the wonderful motorcade.

The young men in Mojia village were ashamed one by one. They felt that they had never been so ashamed. They were surrounded by people in the whole street.

"Mohism?" murmured a scholar in blue in the crowd.

"What is Mohism and what big family is Mohism?" asked a strong man with a fierce face.

"I don't know. Mohism is not a big family. It is the strongest among the hundreds of schools in the pre-Qin period," said a scholar proudly.

"So powerful!" the strong man said in surprise.

"Of course, the Mohist school was also full of talents. It was called Confucianism and Mohism together with Confucianism. It was one of the two prominent schools at that time. At that time, there was a saying that non Confucianism was ink." the Qingyi Confucian scholar added.

"Mohism was once brilliant, and now what good results? It's not the same. It's reduced to selling fish for a living." the scholar despised.

"Hey!" the Confucian scholars in Qingyi also lamented repeatedly. The Mohist school, which was once famous for a while, has really declined. There have been few famous figures since the Han Dynasty.

"I know Mojia village," exclaimed a waiter. "It's next to our village."

"It's really fifty miles away!" someone asked.

"It's true that our village is 51 miles away from Chang'an City, and Mojia village is still three miles south of our village." the man affirmed.

"But Mojia village is very poor in our country. There is a ballad that says, 'don't marry Mojia village when you marry a daughter. You'd rather throw it on the riverside.' no daughter of any family wants to suffer in Mojia village." the man despised the people in Mojia village and said.

"Ha ha!" everyone around laughed and despised this Mohist village. It was a shame that a village where no one even married a daughter-in-law came to Chang'an to sell fish under the banner of Mohism.

"Ha ha!" the Confucian scholar in Tsing Yi looked at the proud man in the crowd and smiled like a frog at the bottom of a well.

Maybe Mojia village used to be poor, but if Mojia village could transport live fish from fifty miles away, as they advertised, it would soon be called the richest village around them..

His understanding of Mojia village is not as superficial as others. What really interests him is the young man who walks in front of the team and is still happy in the face of public pointing.