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Regarding "poor", Ning Fei was puzzled.

Mozong's craftsmanship in building the dock is definitely the ultimate in technology that can be achieved in this era!With this kind of ability, if you make anything you want, you will be sought after by the ruling class. How can you be exiled from the Central Plains and be on the verge of starving to death?

Unable to bear it, he whispered a question to Mr. Xie.

"Humph!"

Thank you for your anger:

"The lord with the surname Gao only wants us to be craftsmen. Not only do you need to sign a contract to accept the vote, but all the utensils and drawings you make must belong to the master's family! How can the disciples of the great virtuous sage be willing to degenerate!"

But you are not living well now!

Ning Fei rubbed his chin, "Didn't the patriarch improve the farm tools and farming methods, so it's not easy to use?"

Xie Lao laughed awkwardly.

"Easy to use is naturally easy to use."

"It's just that Niubei Mountain is bitterly cold, and there is no good fertile soil nearby, and the food planted is not growing very much. Besides, the wind and sand this year are particularly heavy..."

By this time, the crowd had already gathered.

Old Xie coughed lightly, took the opportunity to avoid this embarrassing topic for Mo Zong, and said to everyone:

"The big guy saw it, and I found Xiao Fei back!"

"Since the death of the first generation of Juzi, my Mozong group has been without a leader for many years, and now I finally have the opportunity to regroup!"

As he spoke, he cupped his hands at Ning Fei.

"Xiaofei was handed down by the six generations of Juzi. Now that he has turned around, according to the rules of the sect, he can start the succession tomorrow! The seventh generation of Juzi, Ning Fei, should be the inheritance of my Mozong and carry forward the sect. From then on, the only Mozong in me is Mozong. Ning Fei is following the lead!"

Xie Lao said something impassioned, but it did not arouse everyone's response.

Now there are about 60 to [-] people in the city, most of them are old, weak, sick and disabled, and they stay at home to guard the city because they are really weak.

The young boy in front of him, Xiao Fei, was also one of them not long ago.This child has been foolish for many years, and he managed to survive until now only thanks to Mr. Xie.

Now that the Zongmen's food storage has run out, the last bit of food that can be imported has been given to young adults who went out to look for food. The old and young in the city are already ready for self-sacrifice, so they don't have the energy to pay attention to who will inherit the Zong.

"Mr. Xie, now that Mr. Mu and Mr. Yu are looking for food, Chuanji has to wait for both teams to come back before starting!"

A black-faced man shouted first, which soon aroused the echo of the crowd.

"That's right, Qing Zhuang is not at home, what are you talking about Chengzong?"

"A direct disciple doesn't mean he's the next Juzi! Changshan Juzi didn't leave any arrangements!"

Old Xie frowned, and was about to speak up to defend himself, but Ning Fei stopped him with a wave of his hand.

In fact, he also felt that this matter was unreliable, because Mozong was not a pure school of thought, just like the Huaguo Mohism he knew, Mozong had a strict internal structure.

Juzi is the supreme leader of course. Under Juzi, Mozong also established a system of co-governance by the three elders to assist Juzi in managing the general affairs of the sect. The three are responsible for division of labor and supervise each other.

The three elders of this generation are Xie, Yu and Mu.Xie is the old man in front of him, Xie Zeng. Yu Lao and Mu Lao are out looking for food now, but they are not in the city. It is simply unrealistic to talk to a group of old, young, sick and disabled about Chengzong.

What's more, "Ning Fei" was indeed not identified as the heir by the former Mozi.

"What are you talking about!"

Xie Lao said angrily.

"From the great virtuous sage, our clan has been inherited by Juzi's personal disciples for generations. The sixth generation of Juzi passed away suddenly. Although there is no explanation left, the rules of the sect cannot be tampered with!"

"Then you can't let a fool be a prick!"

"You and the Ning family have distant relatives and you can't be so selfish!"

All of a sudden, there was a quarrel.

While they were making noise, they suddenly heard the sound of horseshoes near the city gate.

Everyone turned their heads in unison, seeing the suspension bridge of the city gate being lowered slowly, and a group of troops entering the city, they were all refreshed.

"Yu Lao is back! Yu Lao is back!"

The crowd was excited, and even the man with a dark face showed a little smile.Mr. Xie's face was solemn, he hesitated for a moment, and took the crowd to meet the convoy first.

Ning Fei stayed in front of the main building with a few people with disabilities. He thought for a while, then lowered his voice and asked an old man next to him:

"Is there no food in the city?"

Hearing his question, the old man sighed and looked at Ning Fei with complicated eyes.

He still thought this was the foolish kid before, and although he felt that he was not worthy of being a jerk, he didn't treat him as an outsider.

"You have lived in a muddle these years, but you don't know that the sect is not as good as it is every year."

"The land outside the Yongxi Pass is barren. This year, there are strong winds and sandstorms every day. It hasn't rained for several months. The wheat will wither after planting. After the year, everyone will eat rice soup every day."

"With such frugality, the rice grain in the warehouse has long since bottomed out. This time, Yu Lao and Mu Lao took people out to find grain, and they don't know how much they can gain."

Just as they were talking, the crowd that went to greet the horse team came back again.

Different from the previous excitement and expectation, now there is only deep disappointment and helplessness left on everyone's face.

On the huge wooden cart, there were only two hares, some grass roots, bark, and plants that Ning Fei couldn't name.

"The barbarians cut off the border, and the surrounding villages were in trouble. Food could not be exchanged, and Alu and Jiuxiang were injured."

Seeing the disappointment of the crowd, the old man walking in the front let out a long sigh and shook his head slightly.

"We brought back everything we can eat, everyone, please hurry up, it should last for a while."

It's easy to say, but in fact, everyone present knows in their hearts that this little thing is shared by everyone, and it's not enough for one meal.

Some people are doomed to die because of lack of food.

But no one was angry, no one broke down and cried, all the disciples of Mozong accepted the reality of the imminent food shortage immediately, calmly and calmly.

Ning Fei raised an eyebrow.

He had seen the excited appearance of everyone before, but now his hopes were shattered, but he didn't expect that no one would collapse.

This Mo Zong is a bit interesting.

The leading old man looked around, turned his eyes around Ning Fei's face, then turned his head and said to Mr. Xie next to him:

"Xie Zeng, you sent a letter three days ago to activate the Yunfu order, but did you use it?"

Xie Lao nodded.

"Exactly. Xiaofei disappeared, so I borrowed soldiers from the Feng family with Yunfu Order in a hurry. Unexpectedly, it was a blessing in disguise, and Xiaofei has recovered now. Yushan, according to the rules of the sect, we should carry out the succession ceremony as soon as possible to establish Ningfei as the son-in-law. Bar!"

The old man called "Yushan" pondered for a moment, turned his head and looked at the person beside him, and then slowly said after a while:

"Xie Zeng, I don't know if I won't give you face."

"According to the sect's rules, only Mo Zong's children who have been formally identified by the previous Juzi can become the successor of the Juzi. It's true that Xiao Fei is the disciple of the previous Juzi, but he has not been confirmed by the Juzi. This matter is yet to be discussed."

"But Xiao Fei is the only disciple of the first generation of Juzi! Mo Zong has always respected his personal succession, except for Xiao Fei, no one has this qualification!"

"You can't say that," said the old man beside Yushan.

His name is Mu Donglai, and he is also one of the three elders, with the same status as Yu and Xie.

"You don't need to pursue the matter of you moving the order of Yunfu, but it is a big deal for Juzi to inherit the clan. There are many outstanding seedlings in the sect these years. Everyone has worked hard for so many years, and no one can let a young boy who has just started to take the order all of a sudden. I will be convinced."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the surrounding audience showed dissatisfaction.

Mr. Xie frowned slightly, and unconsciously raised his volume.

"Then what do you want?"

Old Mu has no expression on his face.

"It's not much. Just follow the rules, let qualified disciples stand up, and everyone can make gestures together, and they can be convinced."

Yu Lao nodded slightly, this was also their traditional proposition.

After all, the previous generation's son died suddenly, and the direct disciples were also troubled. The successor should have been re-elected long ago.

If it hadn't been for Xie Zeng's desperate opposition these years, how could Mo Zong have been leaderless for many years? !

These words made the crowd echo.

"How can this be!"

Xie Lao gritted his teeth.

Seeing that everyone overwhelmingly supported Mu Donglai, Chengzong's affairs could not be resolved.

But the obsession he has held for many years cannot be overthrown easily.

"You also said that Juzi has just started to be wise, even if he is a genius in the sky, he will inevitably become unfamiliar these years, and he can't compare with the disciples who practice every day under your command."

Xie Lao sneered.

As he spoke, he looked around at the crowd and dropped a bomb heartily.

"But what I, Mozong Juzi, is testing is understanding. If you want to be fair, everyone can ask for the Juzi Ling, and let the Juzi Ling choose the master."