As night slowly descended, the Lord of Ding Mansion also lit the lights.

The bright light of the Changpu Lantern illuminates the Ding family's ancestral hall as if it were daylight.

Ding Yan knelt on a cushion and looked at the pieces of the god-master cards in the top head.

The incense rose slowly, and the gods of those who had died and the ancestors seemed to return to the sun again along with the incense.

Ding Shang stared at the gods' cards, kowtowed heavily and bowed: "My father, uncle, grandfather and all the masters and gods are here. Unworthy descendants, please ask the ancestors and gods to guide you!"

For the disciples of the Mo family, believing in the existence of ghosts and gods is like believing in Modi's thoughts, and it is an innate instinct.

Every disciple of the Mo family respects and worships ghosts and gods.

The gods who were tall and above stood there motionlessly.

The rising blue smoke enveloped them in it, looming, as if there was a spirit of ancestors who had returned from the Nine Springs and returned to the sun from Gui Bo's kingdom, hoping to give guidance and premonition to the descendants of the prince.

After staring at these ancestors' god-master cards for a long time, Ding Yan's thoughts in his heart fell into unprecedented entanglement.

His fathers, those ancestors who have now become sacrifices in this sacrificial sacrifice, once cared about endless passion and high fighting spirit, and wanted to revitalize Modi's studies.

So he traveled to Shouchun, Huainan, and was a guest with King Liu An of Huainan, and was friends with Wu Que, Zuo Wu, Jinchang and others who were also ambitious.

At that time, they formed a huge anti-Confucian alliance.

The Huang-Lao School, the Mohist school, and the miscellaneous schools joined forces to promote academics and gather talents in Shouchun.

When it was at its peak, there were thousands of scholars from various families alone in Shouchun.

Everyone joined forces to compile an immortal work like Huainanzi, which covers all aspects of thought, philosophy, technology, politics, military and culture.

Even people from the Gongyang School were amazed and highly praised after reading "Huainanzi".

However……

Liu An failed to rebel and implicated his clan. All scholars and scholars who had served Liu An were also implicated, and tens of thousands of people died.

The last elite class of the Miscellaneous School, Mohism, and Huang-Lao School were almost wiped out.

Although his father escaped by chance, it is said that because Lu Bushu, who was responsible for the trial of Huainan's conspiracy case, showed mercy and crossed his name off the list of "approved rebellions".

But after coming back, he was depressed and depressed.

Until the last moment of my life, I never put on a brown coat or a straw raincoat again.

When he was young, he didn't understand.

But as old as he grew, he gradually understood.

My father took off his straw raincoat because his heart was dead and his silk was worn on it because his dream was destroyed.

In this world, there is no longer the survival soil for Modi's thoughts.

Fools who are obsessed with their ideals are dead and wounded.

The world of rituals and music is constantly disintegrating.

There are no saints in the world, and there are not even many wise men.

Gradually, he began to become cold.

But……

He closed his eyes and thought about the young servant during the day today.

Thinking about his words and what he did.

"Build a well-off society and bring peace..."

The descriptions of the well-off world and the peaceful world that were circulating among the people poured into his mind, building one ideal world after another for him.

Especially the description of the peaceful world.

The rice, meat, fish noodles are endless, and the firewood, rice, oil and salt are endless.

There is no more hunger, war, or pain.

Ding Shang knew that that world was also his father, ancestors, even Mr. Mozi and his disciples.

The pursuit of those who are kind and ambition who are willing to tear their names apart and share the same plants and trees.

That is the ideal country.

If there really is such a world, Ding Huan knows that he should pursue it with all his might.

But……

He didn't dare to think about his wife and children and what happened to his fathers.

His father, clan brothers and dozens of brothers went to Huainan together, but in the end he was the only one who returned. He struggled with regret and pain for the rest of his life, and he did not want to happen to himself or his descendants anymore.

He lives a good life now.

There are countless fish, meat, rice and noodles at home.

The accumulated wealth is enough for descendants to squander for generations.

If you are out of the way, you can continue this kind of life.

Every year, I will make a few seven-wheeled fans for people and maintain the existing seven-wheeled fans.

When you are fifty, you can hand over your career to your descendants, raise your children and grandchildren at home, and enjoy the joy of family life.

There is no need to suffer barefoot raincoats for the world and ideals like my father and grandparents.

Maybe even if you can leave your name in history, you don’t have to do the same thing as your ancestors. Although you have given everything, you can only tear your name apart, spend all your plants and trees, become a fertile soil of the earth, and become a stepping stone for others.

Can……

Why...I cry?

Ding Huan reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, but he didn't quite understand.

Just as he was thinking about this, a figure suddenly walked in from outside the ancestral hall. Ding Yan turned around and saw that it was his wife, Chen.

She was holding a brown dress in her hand.

The brown dress he hasn't worn since he bought it home.

Chen walked to Ding Yan's side, knelt down slowly, looked at the sect's god-master card, and then put his brown clothes on Ding Yan's body.

"Madam, what do you mean?" Ding Huan couldn't understand and looked at his wife.

"Can your husband hide your thoughts from others or your ancestors? You can hide them from your ancestors and gods?" Chen lowered his head, put on his clothes for his husband, staring at the man he loved deeply, Chen lowered his head and said, "Although I am just a woman, when I was at home, my father and brother also taught me a lesson: A real man is determined by all directions, and as a wife, don't restrain the ambition of a real man!"

"After so many years, my husband often gets up late at night, holds this brown dress, and mutters to himself. If I don't know, wouldn't I be ashamed of my wife?"

"Since my husband has a lofty ambition, I should teach my descendants at home and take care of my inner and outer life so that my husband can show his ambitions..."

"But..." Ding Shang stared at his wife and said, "If this matter is defeated, I am afraid that the clan will be unable to be fully covered..."

If he just went to be a craftsman, it would be nothing.

But if he became an official, how could he be willing to be a craftsman?

We will definitely aim to revitalize the Mohist thought and restore the Mohist momentum.

At least it will also promote the Mohist ideas and use the Mohist philosophy to deal with things.

By then...

Then it will really be a progress without retreat, and it may even harm the descendants!

"Why should a real man look forward to the front and back?" Chen said with a smile: "Besides, I heard that Confucius said to be a benevolent, and Meng said to be righteous. If a husband wants to be a benevolent and righteous, even if the matter is defeated, how can he blame his husband for his family? I am afraid that he will not have time to love!"

"I have also heard of that Shizhong Zhang's reputation and ambition..."

"Today, I can probably know the purpose of those who come outside my house and give gifts to make friends with my husband..."

"Although my husband seems not involved in the dispute between Zhang Shizhong and other ministers, he is actually involved..."

"Since that's the case, my husband should know the way to choose..."

Looking at his wife and listening to her words.

Ding Yan suddenly bowed deeply and said, "I have a virtuous wife, so lucky!"

Then, he turned around and looked at the ancestors and gods who were lingering in the blue smoke.

He knew how he should make a decision.

Does Zi Mozi's path still exist now?

Of course there exists!

The road is right there, just to see if anyone wants to walk.

Although the road is full of thorns, it is the road after all, the road leading to the ideal country.

Just like the truth, just like the lessons of the former kings.

No matter how you criticize it, attack it.

Truth is always truth, and the previous kings are always the previous kings.
To be continued...