While eating, Qin Feng slowly learned about their identities from the crowd.
There were four of them.
The leader was the eldest senior brother, Molin.
The burly man was his second junior brother, Mo Gang.
The other two skinny ones were the third and the fourth. Their names were Mo Wen and Mo Wu.
They were all orphans who had been adopted by the Cloud Forest, so they all took the surname of Mo Di, the ancestor of the Mo family.
The four of them also had their own unique characteristics.
Mo Wen and Mo Wu, one was good at designing tools and blueprints, the other was good at making tools and craftsmanship. It could be said that they complemented each other.
On the other hand, Mo Gang was strong and skilled in making weapons and ironware. He was also the escort of the team.
The journey was not peaceful. If Mo Gang's appearance had not intimidated the little ones, they would have been intercepted and killed halfway!
As for Molin, he was the backbone of the team.
He was also quite well-rounded. Whether it was the thoughts of the Mohist school or the practical creation of things, he had dabbled in them and had some achievements.
Although there weren't many people in such a configuration, each of them had their own strengths. They were worth mentioning and were enough to survive in this chaotic world.
……
After a while, the four of them finished a big pot of noodles. Finally, they burped and patted their stomachs as they lay on the chairs contentedly.
"So comfortable! I haven't eaten so much in a long time!" Mo Gang said.
" The last time I was so full, it was the last time…" Mo Wen spoke nonsense, causing everyone to laugh.
However, they really couldn't remember the last time they had eaten their fill…
Thinking about it, he felt a little sad.
"Don't worry. I don't dare to say anything else here, but you don't have to worry about food and clothing.”
Qin Feng poured a cup of coarse tea for everyone and said,
"Just stay here peacefully. It just so happens that my shop is expanding its production capacity and is lacking manpower.”
"If you don't mind, you can work in my shop for the time being. If you have a good future in the future, you can pursue it.”
After spending some time together, he had a good impression of this group of Mo practitioners.
These four people were all down-to-earth and willing to work hard. They liked to practice and were unwilling to talk empty talk.
Only such a person would be willing to become a Mo practitioner, right? The hard days of an ascetic monk were not something that anyone could endure.
"Alright!"
Mo Gang was the first to clap and cheer. He said hurriedly,
"Sir Qin Feng, I was a little rude just now. Please don't take it to heart.”
"I, Mo Gang, am an honest person. If you are willing to help us, you are our friend! We are also willing to work for you! At the same time, I can make a living…"
"Hehe…"
He rubbed his huge head and laughed foolishly.
He had been conquered by this meal!
Mo Wen and Mo Wu also nodded, expressing their willingness.
They had really had enough of being homeless and running around. They wanted to settle down and live a few days of peace.
Qin Feng smiled and nodded. He then looked at Molin.
At this moment, Molin also stood up and cupped his hands."
"Sir Qin Feng, Molin is extremely grateful that you are willing to take us in.”
"Molin, there is one more thing that I would like Sir Qin Feng to consider.”
"Just say it." Qin Feng nodded.
"Since you admit that you are Master Yun Lin's direct disciple, then are you willing to become a giant of the Mo Family?”
Molin said solemnly,
"Ever since our founder, Mo Di, founded the Mohist school of thought, we have been through the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.”
"The giants of the Mo family have also been passed down for more than ten generations!”
"At the peak of our Mohism, we had tens of thousands of disciples. With a single order from Mozi, we could even stop the war between the two countries! Because Mozi had come out of the mountain and the Mohist guards the city, even a small country would not be defeated by a strong country!”
At this point, Molin's face was filled with pride.
That was the most glorious era of the Mohist School, the era that all the Mohist cultivators yearned for!
Even someone as strong as the Qin Country had to fear the Mo Family!
However, Molin's expression dimmed in the next moment."
"But after Mozi passed away, the Jet-Black Sect split into three major sects. Even with the restrictions of the giants, they were unable to regain their former glory.”
"After that, the three families became more and more distant, and the countries they were in were also different.”
"The giants were also getting weaker and weaker with each generation. When Tian Xiangzi arrived, Meng Sheng led eighty-three Mohist practitioners to defend the territory of Yang City Lord.”
"The Mo family was originally sparsely populated. From then on, they were completely weak and unable to recover!”
" Master Yun Lin's generation is already at death's door. I'm afraid that there are no more than 20 Mohist practitioners in the world…"
These words made all the senior brothers sigh and sigh.
In the past, the Mohists and the Confucians competed for glory!
Today, the Confucian Sect was still flourishing, but the Mo Sect had declined.
They could sing and cry! How lamentable!
"Now that the fourteenth magnate has passed away, our Mo family is becoming more and more dispirited!”
Molin looked at Qin Feng and said solemnly,
"However, as long as there is still a single practitioner of the Mo Sect protecting the Mo Sect, Mo learning will not disappear!”
"The Jet-Black Sect must be passed down! This is our obsession and belief!"
"Therefore, I, Molin, invite Sir Qin Feng to inherit Master Yun Lin's legacy and become the 15th successor of our clan.”
"Please!"
As the sound of his voice faded, Molin bowed deeply to Qin Feng!
"Sir Qin Feng, please!"
The other three people also bowed down and did not get up!
"???"
Hmm?
Meow meow meow?
What was going on…He was going to become the Mo Family's tycoon?!
This…
"Are you…joking?”
Qin Feng looked at the four people who were bent over and said in astonishment,
"I didn't learn Zhongfu's skill!”
"Although he once said that he would teach me, I'm really not interested in those things! So…I'm not qualified to be the Mo Family's tycoon!”
"Why don't…the four of you discuss and elect a giant? I think Molin is quite suitable…"
Make him a giant?
What a joke! I have no interest in being a carpenter!
Although being a carpenter was just a small branch of the Mo Family…he really didn't know anything about the Mo Family.
Other than the "all-embracing" and "non-offensive" ideas in the textbooks…
But he did not approve of it!
To love someone else's parents as much as you love your own parents? Loving someone else's brother was the same as loving his own brother?
Don't, really don't, I can't do it, goodbye!
I'm an egoist!
"No! I'm not qualified!"
Molin flatly refused and said,
"The legacy of Jet-Black Sect has very strict requirements. Only those appointed by the previous generation's titans or their personal disciples are qualified to become titans.”
"We were only raised by Master Yun Lin, we didn't inherit his mantle.”
"And before Master Yun Lin died, he said that you were his direct disciple and asked us to come to you. His meaning was very clear-he wanted you to become a tycoon!”
"Sir Qin Feng, please don't decline!”
"@#￥ %…*@"
What the hell!
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