"Yes, even ordinary people in the future will never be stingy with their kindness."

Jiang Yi nodded and said, "There is also a saying that he has been living in later generations. Even though he is not satisfied with his life, he still can't stand the sufferings of this world."

"Whether it is facing an acquaintance or a stranger, most people will feel sympathy when they see others suffering and will lend a helping hand to their best."

"I think this is the idea of ​​fraternity and love passed down from the Mohist school."

Jiang Yi smiled and opened the mirror of time and space, while looking at the picture for Mo Zi and the audience, he said:

"Although later generations have not fully learned the Mohist thought, and although the Mohist existence has not been as long as Confucianism, the glory of that moment has long been integrated into the hearts of most Chinese people and implemented for thousands of years."

In the flash of the mirror of time and space, the poisonous fire-like sunlight exposed the earth, burning all living beings like a boiling stove.

People passing by were sweating profusely and rushed on the road.

During this period, an old man who looked in his seventies was setting up a stall under the scorching sun in the high temperature of more than 40 degrees.

Some watermelons were placed scattered on the stall. Faced with the sunshine like poisonous fire, he could only take off the straw hat on his head and slap himself in the wind.

The straw hat doesn't seem to work very well, and the sweat on his head cannot stop the sensation.

Wipe it with a towel from time to time and twist it out, and you can squeeze out nearly a cup of water.

Even the scorching sun that young people and middle-aged people cannot withstand, he insisted on supporting him with his elderly body.

What made Mo Zi quite strange is why some people didn’t take away the round thing even though they had paid?

He heard words like "payment", and also saw someone taking out an unknown "block" and entering a string of numbers on that bump, which should be the way to pay in later generations.

It will be really convenient for future generations.

Mo Zi couldn't help but think that if he had that lump, he wouldn't have to carry so much money with him.

The currency of his period was divided into four types: cloth coins, knife coins, round coins and ant nose coins (ghost face coins).

Since the major vassal states acted independently and minted their own currencies, they formed a special situation of long-term coexistence and use of multi-currency systems and multi-currency models, which was extremely unfavorable to various economic exchanges.

But, can’t money be exchanged for goods in future generations?

Could it be that the buyer paid the money and the seller could not give the goods?

Mozi couldn't figure it out.

He saw again that the old man kept holding melons and trying to give them to the customers, but the customers seemed to be stupid, and few people took the round things away.

Why is this?

Mo Zi couldn't help looking at Jiang Yi.

Jiang Yi explained: "The old man's granddaughter suffered from a very serious illness and was unable to support her family, so she had to force herself to set up a stall under her body in her seventies."

"oh?"

Mozi looked at the old man, who was only a few years younger than him, and couldn't help but exclaim:

"It's hard for many people to have such perseverance at a young age."

"But he can still be so old. I believe he must have been a very responsible person when he was young."

"I hope that there will be less suffering in the future, but I also hope that there will be more people with the perseverance and spirit of the old man."

"In this way, no matter what you encounter in your future generations, you will turn bad luck into good luck."

Mo Zi's tone was particularly firm. He had long believed in this after experiencing everything in the past.

"But what does this have to do with fraternity and love?"

As soon as Mo Zi asked, he felt as if he realized something and couldn't help but sit up: "You mean, those who pay for things that don't take round things are all helping the old man?"

He turned his eyes to Jiang Yi, his expression full of expectations.

Jiang Yi nodded and said, "Yes, this is the fraternity and love of future generations."

"The round and rolling thing is called watermelon. It was introduced to Xinjiang from around the Tang Dynasty and the mainland from about the Five Dynasties. It was not planted on a large scale until the Southern Song Dynasty. Therefore, you don't know your ancestors."

When Mozi heard this, he looked at it with all his attention.

He supported his body and stood up, and the mirror of time and space appeared between the streams in front of him, slightly above his head.

A little girl held the money tightly and ran to the tricycle, put the money on the stall, and then hurried forward without giving the old man a chance to praise melons.

As if she was afraid that her grandfather would feel guilty, she only took away three melons, but left behind hundreds of dollars in New Year's money.

Mo Zi looked at it and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, OK!"

In the modern world, Emperor Qin Shi, Zhu Laozu and others couldn't help but raise their mouths.

Emperor Taizong smiled happily and said, "It's great, this is what future generations should look like!"

Emperor Wu of Han showed joy between his eyebrows, and his hand holding the Han Emperor's sword loosened: "If the future generations are like this, we don't need to worry."

Before they could finish their praise, suddenly, a few junior high school students came up to the stall with hundreds or dozens of dollars and stuffed the money into the old man's hand.

"You guys take a melon, take a melon!"

The old man said to the children in tears. The children shook their heads, shouted "No, no, no," and ran away quickly.

"This is what I asked by a foreign client, please accept it!"

Someone brought several thousand dollars.

Someone bought a total of 46 yuan melons, but it was 200 yuan when paying.

A reporter asked at the errand running man with a helmet, "What's this money?"

He saw the young man holding hundreds of dollars in his hand.

The young man replied: "This is something that people can't come from other places, so I'll ask for an errand."

"Hey? Uncle, I'm from another place. Can I transfer some money to you?"

A phone call came to the old man’s cell phone.

The old man cried and nodded: "Hey, okay, thank you, thank you..."

At this moment, netizens from all over the country have personally entrusted friends to buy the old man's watermelon.

The reporter asked them where they came from, some said they were from the provinces in Jiangnan and some from the north.

All provinces and places, the hearts of the hearts of the world are connected one by one in the face of suffering from human suffering.

This is the most beautiful appearance between China and people.

No one uses the matter of the old man to hype personal popularity, but only kindness to a little girl of the same race and a man who should have been living in her old age.

When Mo Zi saw this, he couldn't help but smile with relief: "The blood will be lost in the future."

Jiang Yi walked up and said, "Some people often say that the world kisses me with pain, but I sing it with songs. This is probably the best example."

"Most of the people who help, either children or parents, help someone who is unfamiliar with them."

"In real life, they will also encounter various troubles, they may be framed by others, or they may be hit by a car when they are walking normally, or they may be accidentally touched by another car, or they may be

I have something that suddenly needs to be changed, or I am suddenly scolded by my superiors."

"But this will not affect their continued love for the world, their continued life hard, and their ability to help those in suffering."

"Ancestor, is this considered fraternity and love among the Mohist comrades?"

"For sure! Of course!"

Mo Zi nodded continuously, and the joy in his eyes could no longer be hidden.

This young man is really like this. He had already shown this to him, so he was so angry just now!

Thinking of this, he really wanted to give Jiang Yi a crutch.

Sure enough, thinking that a person's eyes could not be hidden, Jiang Yi immediately caught a glimpse of the change in Mo Zi's eyes looking at him...
Chapter completed!