After returning from the funeral procession, Tan Feng was a little absent-minded.
Although this funeral was a little high-profile, it was not gorgeous, and the cost was not much. Even the coffin was made of mixed wood, which was far inferior to the cypress coffin purchased by the other Ximen family. The funeral procession also had no family relationship with the deceased, and most of them did not even know him.
But the atmosphere of grief at the scene was extremely strong.
The young boss told the life of the deceased, and his simple words aroused a strong resonance among the funeral procession. The people who could come to the funeral were the backbone of the boss's side, and they were all specially selected. There were fugitive slaves, farmers who lost their land, bankrupt merchants, and homeless beggars. Although they were extremely poor, they were also human, and each of them had bitter tears in their hearts.
Tan Feng had not joined the boss's team for a long time, and he always felt that everyone in the team had a sense of alienation. Everyone was forced to gather together for the sake of survival, and was forced to work together, so they were actually not familiar with each other. According to the boss's words, they lacked the 'team recognition', and needed to be strengthened with 'ideological education'.
"The old society forced people to become ghosts, and the new society will turn ghosts into humans."
He did not understand, Tan Feng really did not understand the various new words that came out of the boss's mouth — this was intentional, Zhou Qingfeng wanted to use his absolute strength to instill all kinds of deviant ideas in people with all kinds of new words. When the subordinates got used to it, there was no way to return to the stale world, and it was not easy to be roped in, because words and thoughts could not be communicated at all.
Tan Feng did not understand, and was not used to it yet. Until the funeral was made different, he could feel that the atmosphere in the team had changed greatly. Everyone seemed to have broken through the barriers in an instant, found each other's common points, and pulled the relationship closer — we all came from a poor background, we all have a common enemy, we all follow the boss, we are in the same group.
This was the 'team recognition' that the boss talked about, right?
Tan Feng actually did not understand the reason behind it, but he had a whole new level of respect for the young boss. When he first saw the young man, he was actually a little disappointed — how capable could such a child be? To think that he had thought that he had finally found a talent scout, but in the end, he was just being paid to do things. It's impossible for me to follow him. I'll leave once I've saved enough money.
But when the young boss showed all his tricks, especially the funeral, Tan Feng was instantly shocked — his ability to win people's hearts was too high! What nobles, what high-ranking officials, what rich and powerful people? Who could hold such a bad hand and play it so well?
At the end of the funeral, the coffin was burned and the funeral procession slowly returned.
Tan Feng looked left and right in the middle of the team. He really felt that his boss had a bad hand in his hands.
There were no officials around the young master. The highest position was a constable, and the rest were all bailiffs. This meant that the power of the boss was almost zero in the officialdom. No matter how powerful an arrester was, he could only be in charge of a small area in the west of the city. Who would care about him in other areas?
The twenty or so bailiffs were also of low birth. From the information that was leaked, this group of people turned out to be escaped slaves brought back by the boss from the Female Zhenren in the north. None of these escaped slaves could fight. The only thing that surprised Tan Feng was that all of them were literate and could write simple words. This was really impressive.
And under the bailiffs, there was a large number of urban management officers. This establishment was not officially recognized, and it was maintained by the boss's money. These urban management officers came from an even more diverse background. Basically, they were all people with deep grievances. Beggars, impoverished people, and even widows whose husbands had died. The boss really wanted everyone. This was an era that emphasized people from the same hometown, the same clan, and the same school. It was too strange.
It was reasonable to say that such a motley crew couldn't do anything big. But what was surprising was that such a group of people at the bottom of society that no one had ever paid attention to were unexpectedly trained by the boss in a short period of time.
Tan Feng followed the procession and looked at the boss in the procession — this young man was obviously not old, how could he be so powerful? Did he rely on his mouth to trick people into working for him?
In the process of training the urban management officers, Tan Feng watched the whole process and witnessed it with his own eyes. For the people selected from the market, the boss wouldn't use all of them. First, they would check their identities — they didn't want lazy people, they didn't want people with bad reputations, they didn't want people with unknown backgrounds, and they didn't want people with poor backgrounds.
At that time, Tan Feng felt strange. The first three "don't want" was fine, but what did the last "poor background" mean? After asking clearly, he found out that they didn't want people with connections to the government or the rich gentry — my god, other people couldn't wait to have a relationship with the government or the rich gentry, but the boss was trying his best to distance himself from them.
But the poor fellows were left. They were dull, their eyes staring blankly, and they were stupid. When Tan Feng was working in the Xuan Manor, the people he chose were all good fellows with clean backgrounds. Why would he want these useless people in front of him?
Next, it was time to witness a miracle. The boss gathered those useless people in groups of ten to have a heart-to-heart talk, saying it was some kind of grievance conference. When Tan Feng started to listen, he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. He was even criticized by the boss for not being able to deepen his relationship with the masses and not being down to earth. Then, he saw a scene that he would never forget for the rest of his life ….
What grievance conference? It was clearly a conference to compare who was miserable. After a person finished talking about their experiences, they would definitely cry. After the ten people finished talking about how they had been offended, the ten of them hugged each other and cried. When everyone finished crying, Tan Feng could clearly feel that these people's tear-stained faces were a lot more expressive, and their eyes were a lot more lively. The bitter crying had released the depression in their hearts.
So this was the meaning of the "grievance conference"?
No …. What shocked Tan Feng the most was the boss's conclusion. This young man would analyze everyone's suffering in an orderly manner. He wanted to explain the reason why everyone was suffering and explain it clearly.
To be honest, every time he heard the boss's conclusion, Tan Feng felt like he had been hit in the head. He had never thought about "why people would lose their homes and businesses, why people would sell their children, why people would be bullied." In the past, he was angry because he could not stand by and watch such things, but he always felt that it was just someone's bad luck.
But what was the real situation?
Because the common people had no right to speak, they had no way to complain.
Because the poor were blind, they didn't even know what was going on when they were bullied.
Because the people in power all colluded with each other, and the people who were bullied were like a sheet of loose sand.
After listening to the grievance conference a few times, Tan Feng admired the young boss from the bottom of his heart. He understood these words and these principles, but he could not explain it as clearly as the boss. When the boss finished, everyone felt like they were suddenly enlightened, as if the questions they had been suppressing for years had finally been answered.
The so-called "understanding" was just like that.
Many people would ask in the end, "Since you know why you are suffering, there is nothing you can do. All the poor people in the world are like this, what can the boss do to help us? "
Although the boss was young, he was very cunning when it came to this issue. He did not say it directly, but let everyone think and see for themselves. At most, he would lead them by saying how miserable the twenty or so slaves of Ehekulun used to be, but after they followed him, they lived a good life. This was clearly saying that following the boss was the way out, but he still wanted them to think about it themselves and walk into the trap.
This game of mind was so good that it became a flower.
The grievance conference was held a few more times, and those stupid and usually dull good-for-nothings also began to use their brains. They patrolled the streets during the day and studied at night. These people either took care of each other, quarreled with each other, or contradicted each other. But as long as they did not make too much of a fuss, the boss did not care, and even said that it was a process of "fully expressing each other's opinions and getting used to each other, a process of unity."
To put it simply, if there was a problem, they could not hold it in, let alone forcibly suppress it. When it was time to let it out, they still had to let it out.
Just by relying on these people that the officials never paid attention to, never cared about, and never paid attention to, the boss managed to manage the dozens of streets in the west of Fushun City, which had a population of several thousand, in an orderly manner. There were fewer criminals, the streets and alleys were cleaner, and there were fewer conflicts between neighbors. Everyone became well-behaved and law-abiding. Because those who were not obedient would either die or escape.
Now that the funeral was over, the morale of the team skyrocketed. They raised their heads and puffed out their chests, and their steps were strong. The boss twisted the more than two hundred people into a rope, so that everyone's strength would be directed in one direction. So that everyone had hope, a direction, and a goal.
Tan Feng heard some people in the team whispering — for a person who was originally a slave to die with such sorrow and honor, this was a worthy death. And with the boss's personality of not admitting defeat, he would never let his subordinates die in vain.
No one disliked a boss who was protective of his people.
As Tan Feng looked at his boss, Zhou Qingfeng, who hired him, also turned his head to look at him.
"Brother Tan seems to have something to say, do you have any advice?"
"I don't dare to say advice, I just admire the boss's methods today. I have seen a lot of funerals, but today was an eye-opener. "
"This is not a method, just an education. I told everyone the truth clearly. They are not stupid, and they can judge the pros and cons in their hearts. After all, I don't allow anyone to stay or leave here. If anyone is afraid, or feels that I did something wrong, they can leave. "
Tan Feng shook his head slightly, a bitter smile on his face, "This world is difficult, there are tigers, leopards, jackals, and wolves everywhere. Boss, the people you won over are all poor people, the old, the weak, the women, and the children. They can't survive on their own. With a backer like you to shelter them from the wind and rain, who would easily leave? "
"Hahaha … I don't have any foundation, and I don't want to live under someone else's roof and act according to their mood, so I can only take in some of the same people to accompany me." Zhou Qingfeng laughed a few times, "I am indebted to everyone for looking up to me and not abandoning me. Naturally, I will treat everyone fairly and justly."
Tan Feng shook his head again. Although he was young, he had traveled extensively, been to many places, and met many influential officials. Those in power would only reason with those who were on the same level as them. Who had ever seen them being kind to the poor? The young man in front of him was obviously more talented than ordinary people, but he was willing to lower himself to the common people.
Zhou Qingfeng's eyes flashed, and he smiled, "I want to be a powerful person, and realize my life's ambition."
Zhou Qingfeng's eyes flickered as he smiled and said, "I want to be a powerful person and realize my life's ambition."
"Boss, you want to be a high official? Then you will have to walk the path of the imperial examinations. "Tan Feng subconsciously thought so," Boss, do you have any old acquaintances in the officialdom? Who are your teachers? "
"I don't know anyone in the officialdom." Zhou Qingfeng smiled and shook his head.
"That will be difficult." Tan Feng also shook his head, and his tone became a little softer, "I have no one to rely on in the officialdom. I have made great contributions, but I was dismissed by a traitor, and I still have to wander to this Fu Shun."
"If one path doesn't work, then change to another. Can a man die from holding his urine? "Zhou Qingfeng smiled again.
Tan Feng listened to Zhou Qingfeng's interesting words, but he still shook his head and smiled bitterly. He only thought that his boss was joking, and did not take it seriously. It was not so easy to change a fixed way of thinking. Just as they passed by the city gate on their way back to the city, they suddenly found that there were a few more funeral processions, crying and playing, blocking the city gate.
Tan Feng was immediately stunned, "Why did so many people die today?"
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