I am a soldier in the border army

Chapter 508: The Great Yong Chess Master! Jianghu! The Beginning of a Great Cause!

It is human nature to wait for a good price to be set.

It's just that the Mohists, who once talked about "love", now also mention the word "profit". It can only be said that people's hearts are no longer the same and the world is deteriorating.

But in a sense, this also proves the saying that when you are in trouble, you must change; when you change, you will get through; when you get through, you will last long.

They are conservative and stubborn, clinging to the ideas of their predecessors without any flexibility.

Such people and forces will eventually be swallowed up and annihilated by the rolling trend in the long river of time.

So when faced with the sigh of that great Mo Xia.

"My dear, you have changed."

Meng Sheng, a contemporary great figure of the Mohist school, pointed at the chessboard between the two men and said lightly.

"The Mohist School today is just like the chess game I'm playing. If we continue to play it step by step, we will definitely lose."

"Don't want to lose? Then you can only do the same as me..."

The Mo Xia master was stunned when he heard this, and lowered his eyes to look at the chessboard.

Only then did he realize that the game in which he had just had the upper hand had been torn to pieces by the big player and was no longer a complete game.

The great Mo Xia, who had just come to his senses, was amazed and exclaimed with emotion.

"Master, you should be the chess master of Dayong!"

As long as you are shameless and unreasonable enough, you can't lose the game of chess in this world.

No matter how good the chess player is, the best chance he can win against you is a draw.

And if one can remain undefeated throughout his life, then such a chess player is not a chess saint. Then who is qualified to be called a chess saint?
Faced with such "praise", Meng Sheng did not show any modesty and accepted it calmly with a proud look on his face.

Then he leisurely stood up from the chess seat, stood with his hands behind his back and looked towards the grassland in the north.

As far as the eye can see, Youbei and the grassland, which were originally clearly divided and even incompatible, are showing some signs of merging with each other.

Although it is not obvious yet, the trend is already there.

As a great figure in the Mohist school, Meng Sheng knew very well what this meant.

"He's right."

It's useless to say non-aggression.

Only by using force can war be truly stopped.

Therefore, instead of taking great pains to stop the disputes among the "various nations", it would be more practical to eliminate the "various nations" and achieve true unification.

"The world is about to change..."

This change may be the biggest change that has not happened in ten thousand years!

Hearing Meng Sheng's two unrelated sighs in succession, the great Mo Xia was thinking about how to respond, but suddenly Meng Sheng threw out another thunderous remark.

"What do you think if I let him take over this position?"

The two have been together for many years and know each other well.

Even though he already knew that this great man of his was not only unconventional in his behavior but also had eccentric thoughts, when he heard what the other party said, the great Mo Xia was still frightened and stood up suddenly.

"Master! No!"

The face of the Mohist master turned pale and blue, and his expression was twisted with some pain.

"This matter is of great importance. How can a great man speak lightly?"

"Besides! Our Mohist School has been passed down to this day, how can this position of the Great Master fall into the hands of an outsider?"

Meng Sheng felt a little regretful when he saw that even the people close to him rejected his idea, not to mention those old guys who were not very close to him.

"But I think he is more suitable to be the boss than me!"

Once idealists, after seeing the reality of this world, often go from one extreme to another.

For Meng Sheng, who has unknowingly become a thorough pragmatist, as long as the Mohist School can return to or even surpass its former peak, what does the so-called sectarianism matter?
What a pity, just like the ancient wise man who once said, 'The whole world is white, but I am black', Meng Sheng also faced the situation where everyone else was drunk but I was sober.

These corrupt and ignorant people would rather be buried with the former glory and honor of Mohism than agree with his "reckless behavior".

But this does not mean that Meng Sheng does nothing.

Turning his head to look at the giant leader of the Mo Xia lineage beside him, Meng Sheng suddenly said.

"Guo Jie, what do you think of the Six Gates?"

Guo Jie, who had always been paying attention to Youzhou, naturally knew something about the Six Gates.

Although it was established only a short time ago, its power is expanding very quickly.

The internal structure is even more complicated, including the Zhenliao military, street knights, local sect forces... Generally speaking, the governor Zhong Xinggu who is in charge of the Six Gates can be regarded as a remarkable man, as he is able to integrate all kinds of forces together and ensure that there is no chaos.

Seeing Guo Jie nod silently, Meng Sheng smiled.

"You go to the Six Gates."

The icing on the cake, how can it be better than giving help in times of need?

No matter how fast the Six Gates develop, how can it match the accumulation of the Mohist School over the years?

Don't forget, when it comes down to it, how many of the knights-errant in this world don't have a close connection with the Mo Xia lineage?
To be precise, it is precisely because their Mohist school of chivalry was broken up into smaller pieces and scattered across the world that the word "jianghu" came into being.

When Guo Jie heard Meng Sheng's words, he was stunned.

"Jiuzi, didn't you just say... that we should wait for that person to come and invite us personally?"

"If we stick it on the pole like this, wouldn't it look like..."

Before Guo Jie could finish his words, he noticed that his master's face looked unhappy, so he quickly shut up.

"Idiot! I said let him invite me!"

"Who do you think you are? Are you worthy enough to compete with me?"

He didn't move, mainly to maintain the last bit of dignity of the Mohist school!

But if the entire Mohist school were "passive and lazy", wouldn't they become people who "cherish their bodies when doing great things, and forget their lives when seeing small profits"?

Meng Sheng was so angry that his liver ached.

After all, even gangsters know that they have to give a token of their loyalty to join a gang, but the great Mo Xia in front of them doesn't understand this.

"If I am gone one day, the Mohist School will disband!"

Guo Jie felt ashamed at his son's final conclusion but did not dare to refute it.

"Here."

Seeing Guo Jie still hesitant to speak, Meng Sheng sighed and gave an explanation.

"Don't think about what's there or what's not."

"We entered the game at the right time, and some things have become clear."

"The more you invest, the more you'll earn!"

Having said that, he turned his gaze back to the chess game that he had messed up, and spoke softly.

"In this game of chess, we will not play with others, but only with the Confucian school."

"Don't ask for a big win! Just ask for not to lose!"

“If you don’t lose, you win big!”

As for how to not lose, he, the chess master of Dayong, is full of confidence!
……

Yanbei Manufacturing Bureau.

Two figures, one big and one small, finally reappeared from the private room.

With his heart in his throat, Father Meng hurried over to meet him.

Seeing this, Han Shao didn't say much to him, but just smiled and said to the little girl beside him.

"You can think about what I said more. If you don't understand something later, you can ask me."

He placed a trace of magical power in the silver hairpin he gave to the little girl.

When prompted, he can send down his spiritual thoughts for the purpose of communication.

But after saying this, Han Shao thought of the little girl's talent, and in order not to lose face, he quickly patched himself up.

"Well, but... I am busy with official duties and may not always have time to respond to you."

In short, answer if you can, and if you can’t, just pretend you don’t have time.

Meng Zi didn't care too much about this. She just looked at Han Shao unhappily and asked.

"Are you leaving?"

Seeing the dependent look in the little girl's eyes, Han Shao felt helpless.

The reason why he was patient enough to spend so much time with a little girl was mainly because he valued her talent and wanted to leave his mark on her in advance so that he could use her for his own benefit in the end.

How can you really have time to play with children?

With a dry laugh, Han Shao thought for a moment and finally smiled gently at her.

“All good things must come to an end.”

"If you're worried about not being able to play with you, didn't I tell you?"

"As long as I'm here, there's nothing to fear in Longcheng, little brother Meng!" After Han Shao said this, he couldn't help but have a headache when he saw that Meng Zi didn't seem as happy as he imagined.

After thinking for a while, Han Shao reached out and rubbed her messy little head again, and said hopefully in a gentle voice.

"Grow up quickly, and don't forget, I'm still waiting for you to be my chief chef!"

Just now in the private room, Han Shao finally described a grand and magnificent blueprint to the little girl.

He even shamelessly gave this blueprint a name - Nantianmen Project!

In order to implement this plan, Han Shao promised to let the little girl Meng Zi be the chief engineer!

I have to say, Han Shao is quite good at coaxing children.

As soon as these words were spoken, the little girl ignored her disappointment and loneliness, her eyes were full of light, and she nodded solemnly.

"Yes! I will!"

Once a man says something, it's hard to follow him!
We made a promise that nothing will change for a hundred years, a thousand years, or even ten thousand years.

Seeing their monarch doing such a childish thing, Chen Shu and his companions did not know whether to laugh or cry.

Only Father Meng at the side had a green face. He wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth several times and didn't know what to say.

Out of fatherly instinct, he couldn't help but fantasize about some things even though he knew they were impossible.

At this time, Han Shao seemed to have thought of something, and then smiled and said to Father Meng.

"By the way, I have an adopted son named Fengxian, who is about the same age as Azi."

"If Azi is bored later, why not let him take Azi out of town to ride horses to relax."

About the same age?

Father Meng's eyes lit up and he was about to speak when he was interrupted by Meng Zi.

"I don't want to play with kids!"

Such childish words immediately made everyone present burst into laughter.

Han Shao also smiled.

But he was thinking about it seriously in his heart. After all, if he wanted to make someone a truly close and intimate person, marriage was undoubtedly one of the fastest and most convenient ways.

Although his adopted son Han Fengxian is still practicing Buddhism with Fahai under the name of Shenxiu, he has begun to practice military tactics under the personal guidance of Lu Yan and others in his spare time, and has already demonstrated an astonishing talent.

So sometimes even Lu Yan couldn't help but sigh, wishing that this boy was his adopted son.

In this regard, Han Shao once said with a smile that this kid's fate is too strong and you, Lu Yan, can't suppress him.

Of course this is just a joke. Han Shao still has confidence in Han Fengxian's character.

"If he could follow..."

Han Shao's thoughts came and went, but in the end he decided to let nature take its course.

Some things come true because of fate.

He won't force it if it can't be done.

After all, a forced melon is not sweet, and it will only cause chaos.

It's really not worth it.

……

Under the guidance of Meng's father, Han Shao stayed in the manufacturing bureau for a while, but not too long.

Because the things that the Mohist disciples who are still here, including Meng's father, are tinkering with do not have much practical value.

Although it looked novel, it did not arouse much interest for Han Shao, who already had a clear blueprint in his mind.

However, Han Shao did not show any strange emotions on the spot to dampen their enthusiasm.

Before leaving, he even encouraged them and expressed his full support for them.

Such behavior naturally aroused the enthusiasm of a group of "tech geeks" and left them with a very good impression of Han Shao as their boss.

Han Shao was satisfied when he saw this.

The next step is to train "labor traitors". The more brutal they are, the better the effect will be when Han Shao shows kindness to them.

Well, it is obviously us who are exploiting them, and they will be grateful to us in the future.

perfect!

"Let's go, let's go and take a look at the scene."

Naturally, the number of people that Mohist School is heading north with cannot be just this small.

Those Mohist sages who are truly capable of taking charge of the situation are now scattered across the grassland.

After saying goodbye to Meng's father and other Mohist disciples, Han Shao disappeared directly into the manufacturing bureau in the city.

The little girl Meng Zi originally wanted to go with them, but was stopped by Meng's father.

Looking at his daughter pouting and complaining, Father Meng said angrily.

"Look at how messy you are all day long. How disgraceful! Do you look like a woman at all?"

As he spoke, seeing that she was staring at the direction where Han Shao and his group left, Father Meng became quite annoyed.

"Don't look at them! These warriors on the battlefield are not the same as us Mohists..."

Clearly, Mr. Meng did not mention any names, but the little girl refuted angrily like a frightened cat.

"He is different from those warriors!"

"Do you know what aerodynamics is? Do you know what's above the nine heavens?"

"Have you ever thought that outside the four seas, there is a land as big as our Shenzhou?"

After a series of angry questions, the little girl finally concluded.

"Father! You don't understand anything!"

"You...you don't understand him at all!"

Father Meng, who was bombarded by this series of attacks, felt his head buzzing.

The only thing that kept lingering in my mind was "Father, you don't understand him at all."

When she almost vomited blood, the little girl was still shouting in grievance.

"Father! My daughter is no longer a child!"

"According to Yongli, in two or three years, my daughter can get married!"

Marry...get married?
Father Meng, who had never thought about this question, suddenly woke up at this moment.

Sometimes the boundary between a child and an adult is just a period of three or two years.

And without knowing when, this little girl in my family who seemed to never grow up, seemed to have really reached the age of marriage after two or three years.

As a father, have I really fulfilled my responsibilities as a father over the years?
Looking down at Meng Zi's dirty little face, messy hair, and the black Mohist uniform that couldn't even be distinguished between men and women, a hint of guilt and self-blame flashed in Meng's father's eyes.

"This is all my father's fault."

……

Han Shao had no interest in caring about the argument between Meng's father and daughter.

After all, no matter how noisy he is, he can't interfere in other people's family affairs.

Not to mention that the attitude currently shown by the Mohists is still relatively independent.

Han Shao was not impatient either.

Many things in this world are similar to matters between men and women. Acting too hastily is a mistake only young men will make.

They pulled each other and set up a trap. When the time was right, the opponent couldn't escape even if he wanted to.

Just like those dusty Mohist sages huddled in front of a blast furnace, they had no image at all at the moment and didn't even step forward to greet Han Shao when they saw him, but just greeted him perfunctorily.

"Ah, you are here..."

But his eyes were still fixed on the blast furnace in front of him, and he kept repeating it.

"Come on, come on!"

Han Shao was able to stop the dissatisfaction of the two loyal dogs of the foreign race, Temu Aguda and Abaoji, and was instead very smiling.

He waited in silence around the blast furnace with several Mohist sages and disciples, and he didn't know how much time had passed.

Suddenly one of the Mohist sages shouted loudly.

"Almost done! Turn on the furnace!"

After a greeting, a disciple of the Mohist School came forward to do some operations, and then said in surprise.

"Water is coming out!"

Looking at the red molten iron that seems to have a hint of gold flowing out from the outlet of the blast furnace.

Not only did the Mohist disciples cheer, Han Shao also laughed.

My great cause begins from now on!

……

(End of this chapter)