Chapter 79
A small state with few people.
Let there be tools that multiply effort tenfold or a hundredfold, yet they remain unused; let the people take death seriously and not migrate far from home.
Though there be boats and carriages, there is no occasion to ride them; though there be armor and weapons, there is no occasion to deploy them.
Let the people return to knotting cords and using them; let them find their food sweet, their clothing beautiful, their dwellings peaceful, and their customs joyful.
Neighboring states gaze upon one another; the sounds of roosters and dogs are heard between them; yet the people, until old age and death, do not travel back and forth.