In order to avoid the crowd, Gu Yuanwei and the other two deliberately came out from the back door of the medical center. Zhou Qingfeng walked in front with his head held high, holding a stick of candied hawthorn in his hand as a snack. He looked very proud. Behind him, his cheap master and senior brother carried the 200 taels of silver he earned and looked at him as if they were looking at a monster.
Eight-year-old Zhou Qingfeng was more than 1.3 meters tall. This height was far beyond the height of children of the same age in the late Ming Dynasty. In the eyes of others, he was 11 or 12 years old. But his face was really that of an eight year old child. It was very pink and tender, and his cheerful expression was full of joy.
Behind them, Yang Jian asked Gu Yuanwei in a low voice, "Master, how many ultimate techniques does this Junior Brother of mine have? Does he have any other unusual skills? After all, there is a gap of 400 years. "
With the scene just now, Gu Yuanwei also fell into deep thought. After a while, he faintly asked, "Based on our current situation, what was it like 400 years ago?"
Using Daming's Wanli 43rd year as the benchmark, it was 400 years ago?
Yang Jian scratched his chin and pondered, "400 years ago should be the Southern Song Dynasty. At that time, the Mongol Yuan Dynasty had not yet risen, and the Jin Dynasty was still there. Compared to now … there doesn't seem to be much difference. "
The development of ancient society was very slow, and it could even go backwards. Although there were differences between the Southern Song Dynasty and the late Ming Dynasty, in Gu Yuanwei's eyes, this difference was not to the point of turning the world upside down. After all, people still wore silk and linen, ate grains, lived in brick and wood, wrote with ink and paper, fought with swords and spears, and traveled with mountains and rivers.
At least in these 400 years, there were still emperors.
Gu Yuanwei and Yang Jian had no idea that in the 400 years after the end of the Ming Dynasty, human civilization had made unimaginable progress. Reaching up to the nine heavens to catch the moon, diving down to the four seas to catch turtles, myths had become reality, and people's thinking had undergone great changes. At this moment, looking at the cute Zhou Qingfeng's proud look, the master and disciple could not figure out his background.
"Disciple Qingfeng …."
"Master, what's the matter?"
"Is the candied hawthorn delicious?"
"Yes."
"Have you eaten this before?"
"Yes, I have."
"How many more of those strange techniques do you have?"
"This … Actually, I touched it blindly. I don't know if there are any other places where I can display my skills. "
Gu Yuanwei quickly gave up since there was no point in asking. If he were to learn some incredible heavenly secrets, he would be the unlucky one. After leaving the medical center, the three of them did not return to the inn. Instead, they took the visiting card from Famous Doctor Liu of the medical center and went to some cultivators in Fu Shun City. He would first send in a visiting card and state his identity. If the main family was interested in meeting him, they would naturally arrange a time for him. The meeting would usually be delayed for a few days.
In order to hide his tracks, Gu Yuanwei purposely chose an inconspicuous inn to stay in. But now that he wanted to interact with the cultivators in the city, he naturally couldn't live in such a shabby place. The three of them rented a courtyard in the city and moved in. They even hired a few servants to take care of their daily needs. Due to the importance of Zhou Qingfeng, the people hired were specifically to serve him.
With the Spring Sun Pill, Gu Yuanwei's injuries were alleviated. But to truly recover, he needed to think of another way. So for the next few days, he took Yang Jian out every day to look for people who could treat his injuries. He went out early and returned late with a normal expression. Zhou Qingfeng also couldn't figure out the specific situation.
Since his cheap master and senior brother were so busy, Zhou Qingfeng was happy that no one cared about him. In order to rope him in, Gu Yuanwei gave him the two hundred taels of silver earned by the medical center. With money in hand, he could do a lot of things. The first thing he did was to buy books. Books were the ladder of human progress. Culture and knowledge were obtained from books.
Before Zhou Qingfeng came to the end of the Ming Dynasty, he did a little bit of Baidu history. He knew that he was in Fu Shun and that the wild boar skin was in Hetuala. And what was the straight line distance between the two cities? No one would believe it. It was less than eighty kilometers. If there was a highway, Zhou Qingfeng would be able to find wild boar skin and drink tea within an hour as soon as he stepped on the accelerator.
No one would feel good when an enemy like a hungry wolf was at the door of their house. In order to deal with the destined battle in the future, the first thing Zhou Qingfeng had to do was not to recruit soldiers, but to figure out his environment. If one day he couldn't win and had to escape, at least he had to know where to escape.
The first thing he collected was the Liaodong Local Chronicle. When Zhou Qingfeng opened it, he found that the traditional classical Chinese was like a heavenly book to him. There was no punctuation, so he couldn't understand it at all.
He had to find someone who could understand it to be a translator. For this reason, Zhou Qingfeng asked the servant around him to help him find a teacher and negotiated a monthly salary of three taels. This salary was not bad in Liaodong at the end of the Ming Dynasty.
Half a day later, the servant of the family brought a young man in his twenties to Zhou Qingfeng. The man was wearing a long robe and cloth shoes. His hair was tied up in a crown. Although he was a little thin, he was dignified and looked like a gentle person.
When the servant brought the young man in, she praised him, "This is the child of our neighbor. He knows his background and is honest. He knows how to read and write letters. He is just right to be the young master's reading companion. "
"My name is Zhou Qingfeng. How should I address you, brother?" Zhou Qingfeng stepped forward and cupped his hands. He behaved like a little adult.
The young man who brought him was very restrained. He raised his hand and said, "My surname is Wang, Wang Kunpeng. My name is … Feiyu."
"Ah, Kunpeng? Good name. Are you a teacher? "
"I am … Mr. Storyteller."
What …? It was just one word, but the difference was huge.
Zhou Qingfeng was taken aback. He turned his head to look at the servant woman who had brought him here. That Wang Kunpeng immediately lowered his head with a red face and said, "I have been in school for many years. I wanted to go to Shenyang County to study for a few years, but I couldn't pass the county examination. My family has no money, so I can only come out to make a living. Coincidentally, my neighbor said that there is a young master here who is looking for a study companion … "
After talking for a long time, this Wang Kunpeng's head was getting lower and lower. His stooped body was even shorter than Zhou Qingfeng. Zhou Qingfeng didn't know whether to be angry or laugh at this person. If he couldn't even pass the county examination, then forget about being a scholar. He couldn't even be a scholar. At most, he could be considered a student.
Wang Kunpeng said a lot. In the end, he only said, "If you can't do it, then forget it. I will go back to the teahouse to tell stories."
Zhou Qingfeng rolled his eyes. There were very few literate scholars in the late Ming Dynasty. The literates in the north were far inferior to those in the south. This border town of Fushun was simply a cultural desert. He wanted to find a teacher, but in the end, a storyteller came.
However, if he really found an arrogant old pedant, he probably wouldn't be able to cooperate with Zhou Qingfeng. Right now, this person's attitude was rather low. Maybe he would be easier to get along with. He also didn't want to study to take the county examination. He only asked, "Can you read?"
"Of course, I have read the Four Books and Five Classics." Wang Kunpeng raised his head a little.
Zhou Qingfeng took the Liaodong Local Records. "Can you understand this book?"
"Of course I can." Wang Kunpeng raised his head again. In order to prove that he didn't lie, he casually opened it and read a paragraph.
This had already reached the minimum standard of Zhou Qingfeng. He asked again, "Do you understand the phrase 'chicken and rabbit in the same cage'?"
This time, Wang Kunpeng was surprised. He straightened his back and asked Zhou Qingfeng, "Young Master, you know the phrase 'chicken and rabbit in the same cage'? If Young Master wants to study, it's better to start with the Thousand Character Classic, Hundred Family Names, and Three Character Classics. In the future, reading the classics like Great Learning and Spring and Autumn Annals is the correct way to take the imperial examinations. Don't be like me, reading all these miscellaneous books. Wasting time will delay your whole life. "
Hearing Wang Kunpeng actually trying to persuade him, Zhou Qingfeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Stop talking nonsense. I choose you. Today is the first day. Accompany me to read. First, read this Liaodong Local Records. I need to know the mountains and rivers here. "
Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng didn't listen to him, this brother who wasn't even a scholar became anxious. He tried to persuade him again, "Young Master, listen to me. With me as a judge, it's because I've read too many miscellaneous books that my parents cried and my relatives laughed at me. I can't even lift my head when I'm outside, and I ended up telling stories for a living.
Every day, I wear this scholar's robe and stand in the teahouse and wine shop. When I see my former classmates pass by, they all feel extremely ashamed and wish they could just bury their heads in the ground. Young Master, you're still young and don't understand this feeling. I can't bear to see you follow my footsteps. Please listen to my good advice. You should hire a good teacher and get to know some good friends. Don't get close to trash like me.
Young Master, please be serious. I can't bear to hurt you. Goodbye. "
This Wang Kunpeng actually swung his sleeves in a very suave manner. With tears in his eyes, he turned around and left. The servant woman who pulled him over was so anxious that she stomped her feet. Behind him, Zhou Qingfeng was stunned for a few seconds at this idiot. He shouted, "You've been reading so much that you've turned stupid, haven't you? Don't you want two to three months or not? "
With his head held high and chest puffed out, Wang Kunpeng's one foot was about to step out of Zhou Qingfeng's courtyard door. When he heard 'two to three months', it was as if he was startled awake from a dream. His head drooped as he turned back and mumbled a single word — yes.
"If you want to earn money, then be more honest. Don't talk nonsense. Come …. Tell me about the surrounding towns, roads, checkpoints, and topography of Fushun. "Zhou Qingfeng slammed the 'Liaodong Gazetteer' on the table with great vigor.
Wang Kunpeng once again drooped. With his head lowered, he began to tell Zhou Qingfeng about Fushun's history and topography. "Fushun City is located on the north bank of the Hun River, at the foot of Gaoer Mountain. Fushun Qianhu belongs to the Shenyang Central Guard. East of the city, Fushun Pass is set up at the Guan Ridge, and the Liaodong Border Wall and Border Fort are built. South of Fushun City is Dongzhou Fort, Magen Shan Fort, Loose Goat Yu Fort ….
Fushun Qianhu has more than 1500 soldiers. They are divided into the city and the surrounding military forts. According to the dynasty's military system, 70% of them are farming and 30% are guarding the border. However, the current military system has long collapsed. Most of the soldiers are poor and have fled. Currently, the only soldiers left in the city are the general's personal guards. The total number is at most a hundred. "
"Such an important town in Liaodong is only guarded by a hundred personal guards at most? Then what about the patrolling soldiers that I see on a daily basis? What if there is an enemy attack? " Zhou Qingfeng bought a piece of white paper and a charcoal pencil. According to Wang Kunpeng's description, he began to draw a topographic map of Fushun's surrounding areas. He marked the cities, mountains, rivers, and villages. Hearing that the city's defense was so weak, he was shocked speechless.
"The patrolling soldiers are the old and weak soldiers who have nowhere to run. Every day that they live is a day. There are indeed not many people guarding the entire Qianhu Institute. If there is an enemy attack, we can only count on the Liaodong Army Commander in Shenyang to send people to rescue us. "Wang Kunpeng expressed that this matter was not unusual at all.
Zhou Qingfeng could only sigh and say no more. He continued to draw the map of Fushun. Just when he was having a headache over his Soul Painter's terrible brush and ink, Wang Kunpeng began to be surprised by the side.
Young Master, you can actually draw?
Young Master, your handwriting is missing a stroke.
Young Master, is this a map you drew?
Young Master, it's dark. I'll go home first. I'll come back tomorrow.
Young Master, you're actually taking care of me for dinner? Isn't the cost of this meal deducted from my monthly salary?
Young Master, you eat three meals a day, and each meal is white rice?
Young Master, you only eat one roast chicken for each meal?
Young Master, this half roast chicken is mine?
Young Master, you actually light candles and read at night?
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