"Who is the Gongshu Family? Is it very powerful?"
A brawny man in the crowd heard the exclamations and asked in puzzlement.
"The ancestor of the Gongshu Family, Gongshu Ban, is also known as Lu Ban. He is the ancestor of carpenters. The saws, crooks, and inkpipes used by carpenters today were all invented by him." A middle-aged man with a big belly explained excitedly. Someone recognized him as Xia Xiao, the boss of the Silk Travel Company.
"No wonder they have to deal with him. He is a rival of the same trade!" The brawny man suddenly understood.
"Not only that, but the ancestor of the Gongshu Family, Gongshu Ban, had a grudge with the Mo Family's Magnate. It is said that during the Warring States Period, the powerful Chu State was preparing to attack Song State. They invited the ancestor of the Gongshu Family, Gongshu Ban, to make many siege weapons. When the Mo Family's Magnate, Mo Di, heard about it, he left Lu State overnight and walked for ten days and ten nights before arriving at Chu State. In front of the King of Chu, the two of them used clothes and belts as walls and wooden planks as siege weapons. They fought nine battles in a row. In the end, Gongshu Ban was defeated. Seeing the admiration in the crowd's eyes, Xia Xiao explained the grudge between the Mo Family and the Gongshu Family with great emotion.
"The Mo Family did not attack!"
"He saved an entire country with his own strength!"
"Mo Zi is so magnanimous and benevolent to the people!"
…
Everyone present, whether they had heard of it or not, couldn't help but be moved by Mo Zi's demeanor. As ordinary people, they instinctively hated war. They consciously brought Mo Zi's righteous act of helping the weak and resisting the strong. This was also the reason why the Mo Family developed so much during the Warring States Period.
Gongshu Hong's face twitched when he heard the discussion around him. Because of this, every time the Gongshu Family was mentioned, they would always lower their heads to the Mo Family. Behind him, the disciples of the Gongshu Family also looked resentful.
The Gongshu Family came out of seclusion this time not only because they were unwilling to be left out, but also because they heard from the Wang Family that the Mo Family had reappeared in Chang 'an and was thriving. Therefore, they wanted to compete with the Mo Family.
"Today, we will see the true power of the unfinished contest between our ancestors." Gongshu Hong said with a solemn face.
Behind him, the disciples of the Gongshu Family proudly puffed out their chests, their faces filled with fighting spirit.
Mo Jiazi's brothers, who had heard the news, stood behind Meton. Tie An was on full alert, ready to attack at any time. Gongshu Hong was too much of a threat to him.
"If revenge breeds revenge, will there ever be an end?! What's the point of bringing up the grudges from a thousand years ago? "Meton smiled bitterly.
"Meaningful, of course it is meaningful. When the Gongshu Clan defeats the Mo Clan, it will be time for us to settle our grudges," Gongshu Hong said firmly.
"I won't hold back on purpose." Meton said in a deep voice. This was related to the reputation of the Mo Family, and it was also the greatest respect for the Gongshu Family.
Gongshu Hong's face also turned solemn, and he said seriously, "The future is long, I hope the Mo School's current generation's Great Son will give me some pointers!"
After saying that, he led the Gongshu Clan's disciples away.
"I'm not the Mo Clan's Big Son!"
Before Moton could say anything, Gongshu Hong's back was already the only thing that could be seen.
"What? Mo Jiazi is the Mo Clan's Big Son?! "The crowd was in an uproar.
"Mo Jiazi is only fifteen years old, and he's the leader of a clan?"
Most people called Meton Mo Jiazi, but they knew it was just a joke. They never thought that he was the Mo Clan's Big Son.
"How is that possible?" Someone questioned. Could it be that the Mo Clan really let a young man become the Big Son?
"Why not? Didn't you see that the Gongshu Clan has already decided that Meton is the Big Son?" Someone retorted.
Everyone was discussing fervently. They all raised their heads to look at Mo Dun. Their faces were filled with amazement. In an ordinary family, a fifteen-year-old youth was merely ignorant. However, the son of the Mo Family had already become the leader of a sect.
Meton lamented in his heart. He wanted to explain, but when he saw everyone's eyes, he knew that he had already fallen into his crotch. Even if he didn't soak in it, he would soak in it.
Soon, the news that Mo Jiazi was the current generation's Great Son of the Mo Family spread throughout Chang 'an. Everywhere it went, there was an uproar.
…
"Of course you're not the Mo Clan's Big Son!"
Old man Zhang sneered in the Mo clan when he heard the news.
"The Great Son of Mohism must be personally designated by the previous Great Son, and he must possess the Mohism Inheritance Token. Moreover, he must be jointly recommended by the Mohism Faction's Mohism Faction's Mohism Faction's Mohism Faction's Mohism Faction's Mohism Faction's Mohism Faction's Mohism Faction's Mohism Faction's Mohism Faction's Mohism Faction's Mohism Faction's Mohism Faction's Mohism Faction's Mohism Faction's Mohism Faction's Mohism Faction's Mohism Faction's Mohism Faction's Mohism Faction's Mohism Faction's Mohism Faction's Mohism Faction's Mohism Faction '
Meton thought about it. His father didn't leave anything for him, let alone an inheritance token. As for the Mo of the Xiangli Clan, the Mo of the Dengling Clan, and the Mo of the Xiangfu Clan, they had already disappeared for many years.
"Moreover, the Big Son of the Mo Clan must be good at both martial arts and literature. He must be diligent and thrifty. He must practice everything he does to benefit the world and get rid of the world's evils. When he encounters injustice, he will not hesitate to die. How many do you think you have?" Li Yi added.
When he learned that the Gongshu Clan had appeared in Chang 'an and met Meton, he immediately put aside all his responsibilities and rushed to the Mo clan.
"Ugh!"
Meton almost buried his head under the table.
"But only you can be the Big Son of the Mo Clan. The Mo Clan has already declined, but you used only half a year to let the Mo Clan gain a foothold in Chang 'an. If you don't become the Big Son, who will?" Old man Hua said with a pout.
Old man Zhang, Uncle Li, and Uncle Fu nodded.
"Me!"
Meton suddenly felt a mountain of pressure on him.
"Is it the Mo Clan's keepsake?" Meton subconsciously declined.
"Didn't you inherit the Mo Clan's secret manual? That's the Mo Clan's keepsake, and it's passed down by word of mouth! "Old man Zhang blurted out.
"Ugh!"
Meton was speechless. He did not expect that he would dig his own grave just to cover up his lie.
"The three Mo Clans' joint recommendation!"
"It's still a question whether the three clans have been passed down. Moreover, there are no objections, right?" Li Yi said without hesitation.
"Then cultivate both martial arts and literature, be diligent and thrifty, practice everything …" Meton shook his head subconsciously. He could not bear so much hardship.
Old man Hua laughed and said, "That's the standard for choosing a Big Son. If you become the Big Son, you will have the final say."
Meton thought for a long time. In the end, he realized that no matter whether he admitted it or not, he had already become the Big Son of the Mo Clan. Since he transmigrated to the Mo Clan's Village and became a disciple of the Mo Clan, he had shouldered the heavy responsibility of saving the Mo Clan.
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