After six hours of training, Zhou Qingfeng was exhausted. His small body was covered in bruises, and he looked as if he had been rolling in the mud. If it were any other child, they would have been tormented to death. He relied on his body strengthened by the blood marrow to hold on, but he was also exhausted.
He only practiced one thrust for the whole night. This was what Abahai had learned from her father, Man Tai, before she was married. She didn't know how to say things like "Spirit, Qi, and Spirit." Instead, she repeatedly emphasized to Zhou Qingfeng that he should keep an eye on his enemy. As long as he kept an eye on his enemy, his hands and eyes would be in sync with each other, and his thrust would be swift and powerful.
When the final thrust exhausted Zhou Qingfeng's physical strength, to the point where he could no longer get up, Chu Ying simply said, "Come back tomorrow night." As he left with his spear, he warned Daer Han, "Behave yourself. If you don't have anything else to do, then scram. Otherwise, I'll kill your master."
Daer Han had also trained with Chu Ying the whole night, but he wasn't much better than Zhou Qingfeng. Chu Ying didn't have to use much effort to deal with him. A top-level master was just that powerful. He looked at Chu Ying's back, then at Abahai. "Mistress, I'll return to Hetuala at dawn and ask the Khan to send troops to rescue you."
Abahai changed her mind. "I'm short on manpower. I can send any servant to deliver the message. You stay here and serve me. "
Daer Han felt that his master was indeed pitiful in Hekulun. None of the wild women in the city were civilized at all. Not to mention the unreasonable Chu Ying, as well as the mischievous Little Fellow Zhou, the female master really lacked capable servants by her side. So he ordered his subordinates to go back and report, while he stayed.
At night, the construction site of the stronghold in the sawmill was split into three shifts. Zhou Qingfeng left after giving orders to the slave cadres. After all, even a body made of iron could not withstand Chu Ying's high-intensity training. He had to go back and have a good sleep.
Returning to the courtyard of his mansion, Zhou Qingfeng habitually walked towards his room, but Da 'er Han stopped him and said, "Master Bei Zi, you shouldn't be living here, right?"
Abahai had already entered the room, accompanied by a maid.
Zhou Qingfeng pushed Daer 'han's arm away and said unhappily, "This room was mine in the first place. It was your master who insisted on squeezing in with me. If you have the ability, drag her out and sleep next door. "
Uncle Zhou strode into the room and saw that Abahai's maidservant had already decorated the originally simple room quite comfortably. Previously, it was Abahai who insisted on sleeping with him. Now, it was his turn to shamelessly climb onto the bed.
The maids were stunned. This guy is so bold. He actually took our Khan's seat and wants to sleep with our Grand Concubine!
Daer 'han didn't dare to enter the house, so he could only stand dumbly in front of the door.
Abahai didn't think of this either. Seeing that the maids and servants were all looking at her, she couldn't help but scold in embarrassment and anger, "What are you standing there for? Go do what you need to do. Aren't you tired of sleeping with the lights out? "Then she added," Isn't it because we don't have a place to sleep? The room next door is dark and small, so I squeezed in with this guy. No one is allowed to say anything about what happened tonight. "
The personal maids and servants were all Abahai's trusted aides, and they all knew that their Grand Concubine had a complicated relationship with Zhou Qingfeng. But no one expected that the two of them would actually roll onto the same bed and sleep together. But even though this matter was shocking, no one dared to say a word. Even Daer 'han didn't say anything. He sighed and went to sleep next door.
Everyone naturally had a higher opinion of Zhou Qingfeng. After all, this was a man who had openly 'slept' with Jianzhou's Grand Concubine. He was truly amazing. The maids accompanied Abahai to rest in the same room. At night, they pricked up their ears, trying to eavesdrop on the bed, wondering if their mistress had really been slept with. But Zhou Qingfeng was half-dead from exhaustion, and his breathing became heavy as he lay on the bed.
Many of the maids and servants were even greatly disappointed, thinking that this' young mistress' was probably still too young to have such thoughts. Only Abahai, who was lying next to Zhou Qingfeng, was rather apprehensive — she knew very well what Zhou Qingfeng was capable of, and was deeply afraid that this brat would bully her in front of a room full of maids at night. After all, she was considered an outstanding beauty, and it was normal for men to want to bully her.
Previously, Zhou Qingfeng had tried to squeeze onto the bed, and Abahai had even resisted with all her might. But now, she couldn't quarrel with this brat in front of the maids, and she couldn't bring herself to ask the maids to chase him away. Just as she was at a loss of what to do, Zhou Qingfeng was already sleeping soundly …
How infuriating!
She was both afraid that he would act recklessly, and also angry that he wouldn't.
When the oil lamp was extinguished, the room became quiet. Abahai lay on the bed, listening to the light breathing coming from beside her, and instead missed the past half a month when she had no inhibitions with this brat. This was something that she had never experienced in her twenty years of life, and thinking about it made her a little happy.
The night passed until dawn, and nothing happened.
Zhou Qingfeng only slept for three or four hours before he was full of energy again. He took advantage of the breakfast made by Abahai's maid, and then hurried to the lumberyard to be a supervisor. Abahai slept for another two or three hours, and when she got up, there was nothing unusual, waiting for the maids to braid her hair and change her clothes.
One of the maids was worried about last night's inappropriateness, and when she was braiding Abahai's hair, she said in a low voice, "Mistress, let's clean up the room next door today, and let that … Master Bei move over."
Abahai opened her mouth to agree, but when the words came out, she frowned and shouted coldly, "Who asked you to meddle? Do you think I don't mind? Just keep your mouths shut. "
This matter was settled. However, the secrets of this master were only known by a few people in the inner residence, and outsiders could only know about it. Outside the courtyard, there were quite a few low-level slaves and servants living there. Among them, there was a special person who was sighing and moaning — Cai Zhiwei, the painter.
Zhou Qingfeng had renovated and expanded his courtyard, and the unlucky painter lived with a large group of slaves. He didn't sleep for the whole night, and kept his eyes open until dawn. He finally felt a little sleepy, and when the slaves got up and began to work, he was woken up again.
Cai Zhiwei was dizzy, and he didn't have much energy. He was a weak scholar, and the tiredness of the journey almost took his life. At this moment, he looked at the dirty and skinny slaves around him with fear and disgust. He dragged a large box of paint and drawing paper, and stood in a foreign city far away from the Central Plains. It was really like calling the heavens, but the heavens didn't respond; calling the earth, but the earth didn't respond. He could only cry and stare blankly.
"Sir, sir, your breakfast." A fellow who looked like a slave brought some cornbread to Cai Zhiwei.
Cai Zhiwei thanked him and ate the cornbread with cold water. He was still thinking about what he should do next when he saw a female slave walk in from outside the courtyard and shout: "Who is Mao Ada?"
The slave who brought Cai Zhiwei breakfast quickly replied: "I, I am Mao Ada. I am from Hetuala. The Khan is worried that Master Grand Concubine is uncomfortable living in Hekulun, so he specially sent me to make some furniture for Master. "
The female slave coldly snorted: "So what if Hetuala is here? You talk too much nonsense. The chief heard that a carpenter called Mao Ada came and wants you to go. "
Mao Ada immediately smiled apologetically, but deliberately reminded, "I am the First Concubine's servant. If you want to send me to work, I can, but you have to ask the First Concubine. "He thought that if he mentioned Abahai, the unknown slave girl in front of him would know the difficulty and back off.
Unexpectedly, the slave, who was not young, waved her hand and raised a whip. She even scolded: "No wonder the chief asked me to bring a whip. It turns out that you, a slave, are really dishonest. My chief has the final say in this place. "
With a slap, a bloody mark appeared on Mao Ada's face. He immediately flared up and scolded: "You dare to hit me? Do you know who I am? "
Seeing that Mao Ada was not obedient and wanted to reach out to grab the whip, the other slaves in the courtyard rushed to beat him. After being beaten, he lowered his head obediently.
Cai Zhiwei was frightened watching from the side, feeling that the people in this place were really hot-tempered and often beat people. He was worried about his future when the slave holding the whip looked at him and asked: "Are you Painter Cai?"
"Yes." With Mao Ada's lesson, Cai Zhiwei was very obedient.
"You can come with me. The chief wants you to see more of this Herkulun, to see the life of the slaves and masters here. He wants you to draw this city and everyone in this city. "The slave repeated Zhou Qingfeng's instructions.
Draw everyone? Cai Zhiwei felt his scalp tingle when he thought about it. There were more than 10,000 people in this city. He couldn't finish drawing them all in a lifetime. But with the whip in front of him, he didn't dare to disobey and could only sigh that he was too unlucky.
The slave took Mao Ada and Cai Zhiwei out of the city and rushed to the lumberyard construction site. The slaves on the night shift had just finished work, and the slaves on the morning shift were taking over. From a distance, they saw several slaves with wooden spears guarding the entrance to the construction site, pretending to check the identity of people coming in and out.
Mao Ada lowered his head. The whip on his face was burning, and his heart was even more angry. As he walked, he found that the team had stopped. He looked up and saw Zhou Qingfeng, who was riding on the puppet goat, staring at him coldly. His eyes were as cold as ice and could penetrate people's hearts.
Mao Ada's whole body quivered, and he quickly put on a smiling face and shouted, "Young Master Zhou, this servant greets you."
"It's not easy. We meet again." Zhou Qingfeng didn't expect to see Mao Ada again. He was very tired of the person in front of him. When Zhou Qingfeng saw Mao Ada, he thought of the poor mother and son who died tragically in the mass grave. But now that he had no choice, even trash had to be put to use. "You go to the carpentry team. You can be a team leader." He waved his hand and let Mao Ada go.
When Cai Zhiwei came up, Zhou Qingfeng was much more enthusiastic. He said, "Painter Cai, don't be too stressed. Educated youths should go to the countryside, and art should serve the people. As for you, you have to put down your pride. I don't know how good you are. You can draw with this construction site as the scenery for the time being. Do you know how to sketch? "
"Sketch?" Cai Zhiwei thought for a moment and asked, "You mean a sketch, right? Of course I do. "
'Educated youth' and 'the people', Cai Zhiwei didn't understand. But he knew that when people were under eaves, they had to bow their heads. If Zhou Qingfeng asked him to draw, he had to draw.
Zhou Qingfeng was now short of people. No matter where they came from, he had to use them. He said to Cai Zhiwei, "You draw during the day and come to teach the slaves at night. I'll give you an assistant. "He turned his head and shouted," Jin Ge, come here. "
Cai Zhiwei couldn't resist Zhou Qingfeng's arrangement and could only accept it. But the request for him to teach still surprised him. "You want me to teach a group of illiterate slaves? What can these stupid fellows learn? "
"Stupidity isn't innate. I only have this kind of manpower now. I can't just give up because they are too bad. Now you have the conditions to do it. If you don't have the conditions, you have to create the conditions. Your thinking has to change. "Zhou Qingfeng followed the instructions and his tone was tough. "You either take the initiative to change, or I will whip you to change. You choose one. "
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