Chapter 79

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A small state with few people.
Let there be weapons for tens and hundreds, but do not use them; make the people regard death seriously and not migrate far.
Although there are boats and carriages, there is no place to ride them; although there are armor and weapons, there is no place to display them.
Let the people return to tying knots and using them, savor their food, appreciate their clothes, be content with their homes, and enjoy their customs.
Neighboring states within sight of each other, the sounds of chickens and dogs reaching across, yet people grow old and die without visiting one another.