Chapter 10 As long as I have enough people, I can do anything!
If Ying Yuan just said that Mohism was pedantic, it would be like a bell ringing in Xiang Licheng's ears.

Well, now the phrase 'come from the people, go to the people' is so down-to-earth that it has become like thunder over one's head in Xiangli.

This sentence is as if a wise man is extending his hand to guide a toddler, full of enlightenment and clarity.

Even Fusu, who was listening at the side, was shocked at this moment, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

He could never have imagined that his sixth brother would suddenly say something so insightful.

A wise man once said: The people are the most important, the country is second, and the king is the least important.

But now, my sixth brother has vividly and concretely described how to 'put the people first'!
In order to say this, vision, pattern, and genuine concern for the people are all indispensable!

"Sixth brother, you."

Fusu's lips trembled slightly, and he didn't even know what to say.

He just felt it was too shocking.

Ying Yuan's expression remained serious, but he ignored his brother. Instead, he reached out his hand and pulled Xiang Licheng up from his seat:
"A gentleman sits and discusses the truth, while a wise man stands and acts on it!"

"What did the Mohists look like in the past? Their feet were bare, their legs hairless, they bathed in heavy rains, and combed their hair in fierce winds! In the midst of wind and rain, they worked diligently. They worked conscientiously for the people! This is true universal love."

"And now? The world is stable and peaceful, but instead of focusing on universal love, people are still brooding over the 'non-aggression' of the past."

"Where did the Mohists come from? Are they the children of rich people since childhood?"

"Wrong! All wrong!"

"Ink comes from the people and should flow to the people."

"Only by working hard for the people can you, the Mohists, do what you should do!"

"Xiang Licheng,"

Ying Yuan paused, lowered his eyes slightly, and suddenly lowered his voice and said, "I'm sure Mr. Mo Di is very disappointed to let you become the leader of the Mohist School."

After saying this, Ying Yuan turned around.

On the way to the inner room, there was another pause.

"Hey!"

He sighed deeply and then left.

In the huge hall, there were only Fusu and Xiangli Cheng.

Both were stunned.

The shock of thoughts and speech is far more terrible than the shock of the body.

Especially what Ying Yuan said just now, it even made the two of them unable to recover for a long time.

After a long while, Fusu looked at Xiangli Cheng with complicated eyes and sighed, "Mr. Xiangli, I was reckless."

"That's all for today."

He regretted it.

He didn't expect that what his sixth brother was thinking was so grand, even far beyond what they could see.

Obviously, Xiang Licheng,
Not worthy of what my sixth brother just said.

"No!"

"Son!"

Just as Fusu was about to leave with Xiangli Cheng, the Mohist master suddenly went crazy and knelt down in front of Fusu: "Master Fusu, I, Xiangli Cheng, have never asked anyone for help in my life."

"I only have one request today!"

"Please speak well of me in front of the Sixth Young Master. I, the Mohist School, am willing to serve him!"

"Xiang Licheng, I have no regrets in my life as a servant of Gongzi Yuan!"

At this moment, Xiang Licheng even had tears in his eyes.

He was so shocked!
The path of Mohism only became truly clear in the mouth of this Master Yuan.

People!

Only by relying on the people can their Mohist school survive! Only by making the people live better can their Mohist school live better.

A hundred years after Confucianism, Mencius emerged.

But what about the Mohist school? Since Mozi, there has been no one who can truly lead the Mohist school forward!
Now, he has found Xiang Licheng!

This is the idle young man who is misunderstood by outsiders, Gongzi Yuan!
Only he can lead the Mohist School to a bright future! "Mr. Xiangli, this..."

Fusu was stunned. He could never have imagined the sudden change of this Mohist leader!

And
Are you willing to be a disciple of your sixth brother?
Isn’t this a bit too much?

In fact, although Fusu knew that Ying Yuan's words were powerful, he was always limited by his identity. How could he understand the difficulties that the Mohist school had experienced for hundreds of years due to the confusion of the unclear road?

Now that Ying Yuan has pointed it out, Xiang Licheng naturally doesn't want to miss this opportunity.

"Please help me, sir!"

When Xiangli Cheng saw that Fusu did not agree directly, he became even more anxious.

He doesn't want to miss this opportunity!
If he missed it, Xiang Licheng would be the sinner of the entire Mohist school!

"Mr. Xiangli, please get up and go back first."

"Just now I saw Sixth Brother's blood boiling. I'm afraid he was really angry."

"I'll talk to him later."

"Why don't you go back to the Mohist School and discuss this matter with the other Mohists first?"

Fusu frowned slightly.

I don't know why things changed so quickly, but it's a good thing after all.

However, now is not a good time to talk to his sixth brother, so he had to let Xiang Licheng go back first.

"In that case, thank you very much, young master!"

Xiang Licheng had a complicated expression, but he had no choice but to agree.

She wiped away her tears and stood up. Although she was walking towards the outside of the hall, she looked back every few steps and looked into the inner room of the hall many times.

On the bed, Ying Yuan was relaxed and contented, even moving a small desk and writing and drawing on it, without any sign of "anger" as Fusu described.

Actually, what did he have to be angry about?
It’s so exciting to run away after scolding someone!

After about an incense stick of time, I stopped writing.

Ying Yuan put away the cloth on the table, a smile appeared on his face: "What is slacking off?"

"The meaning of slacking off is to throw the work to others and then do some talking yourself. It would be best if you don't even have to talk."

"As long as I have enough people, I can do anything."

Ying Yuan was fully confident about the system's slacking value because he had determined the basic route.

After the Qin Dynasty destroyed the six kingdoms, the world was united and all industries were waiting to be developed. Under such circumstances, the workload in the court was definitely huge.

If the rain is heavy enough, you can no longer rely on your body movements to avoid it, and can only rely on others to hold an umbrella for you.

"But Xiang Licheng also made a profit. This sentence, which is enough to be passed down for thousands of years, is used to win him over. His value is quite high."

Ying Yuan chuckled and pushed the table away.

Everything is ready, just waiting for court tomorrow!

Now that things have come to this, let’s go to sleep first!
The next day, the sun was warm.

Unlike in the past, today the officials arrived even earlier.

Outside the Qilin Hall, many officials had gathered early, and some of the more unstable ones were even whispering.

Even Wu Hou Wang Ben, helped his old man Wang Jian get up early.

As for the reason, everyone knows it.

Everyone's eyes were looking in the direction they were coming from, intentionally or unintentionally, hoping to see someone at first sight.

Let alone anything else, at least we can guess something from his expression, right?
However, until Zhao Gao opened the door of Qilin Hall, there was still no movement!
"Sixth brother, did you oversleep?"

Fusu looked worried.

"Hundred officials enter the palace!"

However, at the moment when this sharp announcement sounded, a man in a black robe slowly walked towards the Qilin Hall.

The first person to attend the court session was the Sixth Prince of the Qin Dynasty, Ying Yuan!

(End of this chapter)