“Three hundred and fifty-eight, three hundred and fifty-nine, three hundred and sixty…”

Socrates threw the pottery pieces engraved with the word "Ten" into the pottery jar one by one, and the whole audience fell into a strange silence.

There were 500 votes, and 360 votes were cast and Mo Yu wanted to be exiled.

"Well," Mo Yu smiled and shrugged and leaned against the stone pillar. "It seems that the result is obvious, I was 'exiled'."

"What does this mean?" a young man in the crowd curled his lips, "This is just an inexplicable experiment for you."

"This question is well raised," Mo Yu stood up and looked around with a smile, "What can this represent? This can represent Athens's 'ignorant democracy'!

You know that the existence of a wise man can make the city-state better, but you will exile this wise man for your disgust.

If I were not standing on this podium now, but in court, would you, as a juror, make the same decision?

Think about it carefully, am I guilty? I am just pointing out the problem of Athenian democracy here. Is there any regulation in Athenian laws that will lead to convictions because of pointing out problems and telling the truth?

You do not rely on your proud laws to make decisions, but based on your own likes and dislikes, so you convicted an innocent man ‘exiled’.”

Mo Yu spread his hands and stood in the middle of the square.

“What is this not self-righteous ignorance?

You think you have the ability to judge others and distinguish justice, but in fact you don’t. You don’t understand the law or justice.

However, it is you who are like this, Athenian democracy gives you the right to judge others. Such democracy is not foolish, is it still wise?

You think you are a group democracy, which is different from the king's tyranny, but you are just a 'group tyranny'."

When many people make choices together, a person's vote may seem insignificant, so it seems that the responsibility on everyone becomes smaller.

When everyone wants to make a decision to judge someone's death, everyone will think that their vote does not seem to be critical, so they will be more inclined to vote for this vote that determines the life and death of others according to their own emotions.

Therefore, group democracy creates group ignorance.

This is one of the drawbacks of Athens' classical democracy, which gives citizens without professionalism the right to exceed their ability to control it.

This also affected the defeat of Athenian democracy to some extent. After all, the managers elected by citizens may be the one who can speak the most, but not necessarily the one who is most capable.

Socrates looked up at the young man standing at the center of the square and talking. The noon sun shone on the young man's handsome cheeks, outlining his figure like a god.

He was so confident and wise that he seemed to have even stopped in the sky and listened to his speech.

However, Socrates felt that if it weren't for the young man's move to move the stone pillar just now, with his ridicule ability, he might have been beaten to death by the people in the square.

"Okay," Mo Yu looked at the people around him who dared to be angry but did not dare to speak, and wanted to fight but didn't dare to fight. He knew that the time was almost done, so he spread his hands, "Actually, I have my own unique secret to being so smart,"

Everyone was stunned by the sudden change, and then they heard Mo Yu continue to say,

"Do you want to have the same wisdom as me? Do you want to change your unprofessional state and become a professional 'citizen'?

I will hold a class in the big house on the top of the mountain tonight.

Are you unwilling to be your own incompetence? Are you angry that you have never debated me? Do you want to improve your wisdom, become a respected wise man, or even become a great consul of Athens, and leave it in history forever?!

Do you want to know the secret to me being so smart?!

Welcome to sign up for my exclusive private course. Tickets are limited, and only 50 drachmas are sold. If you want to buy it, please hurry up."

Everyone was stunned and looked at Mo Yu blankly.

This guy actually scolded them and asked them to charge them money?!!

This kind of thing is really... a little moved.

Are they angry when Mo Yu mocked her? They were angry and even wanted to kill someone.

Do they admire Mo Yu's ability? They admire that this wise man from Kaiyu really has something.

Then the question came. It seemed that there was something really in this class, and it seemed like you would lose money if you didn’t listen!?

But... I was ridiculed just now, and now I licked my face and went to ask someone to pay for the lecture. Isn't it too shameful?

The audience was in an awkward atmosphere. Some people left directly when they heard Mo Yu's offer, while others flowed down.

There are fewer and fewer people in the square, and the longer the person stays, the more they are often the target users who are willing to pay.

Finally, one person broke the silence, "That, Mr. Prodicos, 50 Drakmats are too many, can it be cheaper?"

An adult in Athens often spends 1 drachma a day, while 50 drachma is equivalent to the income of a blacksmith a month. Spending a month's income is just to listen to one class, which is a particularly high expenditure for ordinary people.

But most of the people who have the leisure to listen to speeches here are rich or nobles who are full of money. This is much more than the expenses for them, but it is not unbearable.

"Sir, can you buy the position of the First General of Athens (the Supreme Leader of Athens)?"

Mo Yu turned his head and found that this young man was the first to stand up and refute him.

"Of course not!"

The young man shook his head quickly.

"But you can run for the first general after listening to my class. Knowledge is priceless. Sir, 50 Drakma, it's already very cheap."

Mo Yu shrugged, and it was impossible to bargain from him.

The young man hesitated for a moment and took out his money bag.

After having the first person, the people behind him will no longer have any psychological pressure and will donate generously.

Soon, all the "tickets" made of 50 bamboo slices prepared by Mo Yu were sold out.

After Mo Yu sold it, some people made the decision to buy tickets, but there were no tickets at this time, and Mo Yu was unwilling to give more tickets.

So they had to raise prices to buy from those who had already bought tickets. For a moment, the ticket price was actually hyped up to 100 drachma.

Among them, there were also some people who tried to come up and invite Mo Yu to visit their house, but they were rejected by Mo Yu.

After these people were dismayed, fewer and fewer people came up behind them. As the sky gradually got late, fewer and fewer people in the square were in the sky.

Socrates, a young man with only curly hair, held the clay pot that had just been loaded with voting tiles, and stared blankly at Mo Yu, who was counting Dracma.

"Don't you go home?"

After counting Drakema's death, Mo Yu packed the silver coins in a pottery, walked towards Socrates, and asked in confusion.

Athens uses silver coins, 1 declama silver coins, weighing about 4.37 grams, but due to seigniorage and wear, it is often not as heavy as this weight. 2,500 declama, which is almost 10 kilograms of silver coins.

If it is not heavy, it means it is relatively large and you have to use clay pots.

Socrates looked at the silver coins in the clay pot and swallowed.

He looked at Mo Yu, thought for a while, and said with his head down, "My parents think I'm watching some messy things at home all day, and I'm going to find a job in the bakery."

Mo Yu smiled and looked at him, turned around, "Do you want to listen to my class?"

Socrates was stunned for a moment. It was impossible to say that it was not possible to think about it, otherwise he would not have stayed here until now. He had a lot of ideas about these philosophical things since he was a child, but,

He lowered his head, "I don't have 50 Drakmas."

He took out his pocket and only had a small silver coin, which was the money he brought with him today to buy bread.

"I have two classes, one is 50 drachma and one is 1 drachma."

Mo Yu took away the silver coins in his hand, threw them into his clay pot, and then walked up the mountain with the clay pot, "Remember to come to class tonight."

——Earing Night—

How could such people exist in the world?

He was pointed at the face and scolded him hard, and he also had to give him money.

You must also listen to other people's teachings respectfully.

Is this reasonable?

The most important thing is,

Socrates glanced at the fifty people sitting in this small room.

He himself sat among the group of people.

He used 1 drakema's money and listened to a class that only 50 drakema could listen to!

The young man who was teaching on the stage didn't seem to care about these things. The 'wise man' didn't seem to care about how much the student paid to listen to his class. It seemed that charging tuition was just a small game for him to pass his boring time.

However, some other students secretly glanced at Socrates sitting at the end from time to time.

The content of this class is very rich. Mo Yu briefly talked about the way of thinking of mind maps.

This modern tree-like way of thinking is very advanced for the Athenians of this era.

Mind maps themselves are easy to understand, but it is difficult to use them well and proficiently.

For these ‘students’ who have never been exposed to this way of thinking, it’s easy for them to feel that they have learned it, so they will feel that the money they have in this class is worth it.

But soon they will discover a terrible fact, that is,

Eyes: This is so simple, I know

Brain: No, you won't.

But when they realized that they could draw and not use this problem, Mo Yu had already left Athens.

Of course, there will be some smart people who can master the tricks, so he really made a profit in this class.
To be continued...