After lunch, Qiao Xuenan went to work as an ordinary laborer for the afternoon. A labor team of ten people would probably need a few days to fill the big hole at the street entrance. The main reason was that most of the people in the team were thin and weak like him. They had just eaten for a month, and their physique was still very poor. Although the food in the cafeteria was full, there was not much oil. Many people felt dizzy after working for a while.
After dark, the street gate was closed. Most people in Fu Shun were resting, but many places in the west of the city were brightly lit. Because after Zhou Qingfeng came back, he focused on three things. One was personnel, one was financial power, and the last one was education.
In terms of personnel, a lot of people were dismissed and a lot of people were promoted. But in the end, it was still limited by the quality of the people. The situation of illiteracy was difficult to change in a short time. There was also a limit to the height of a dwarf. In particular, this' crisis of leaving 'also showed an important problem – promoting some fence-sitters would ruin things.
Zhou Qingfeng realized that he could no longer expand at will. Instead, he had to restrain himself. He needed to reduce unnecessary expenses and wastage, lay a good foundation, and improve the cohesion and combat strength of his current team. It was not uncommon for a team to collapse due to uncontrollable expansion. Zhou Qingfeng needed to gather his own forces.
In terms of financial power, the loophole was even bigger. In order to maintain the entire power system from collapsing, Old Man Sun had to spend the money earned by Zhou Qingfeng to support the entire organizational structure of the power. The result was a sharp increase in corruption in private. Ordinary people did not have the ability to restrain themselves. Even under supervision, they would try their best to take advantage.
For this problem, Zhou Qingfeng did not have a good solution. He had to admit that he could not immediately create a large number of educated, ideological awareness, enthusiasm, and loyal subordinates – in fact, except for Xu Bing, all the people who were currently attached to him were because they had no other way to go.
If he wanted to change this situation, there were only two ways: strengthen supervision and education.
Qiao Xuenan rushed to the night school in the west of the city after dark and saw Zhou Qingfeng standing under the eaves outside the classroom, sighing. As a poor man who made a living playing the suona at weddings and funerals, Qiao Xuenan was very grateful to Zhou Qingfeng for taking him in. When he saw Zhou Qingfeng, he timidly leaned forward, bent his knees, and wanted to kowtow.
"Don't kneel before me." Zhou Qingfeng wasn't in a good or bad mood. He calmly stopped the other party from kneeling. "I don't do that here. If you're going to kneel, then scram. "
Qiao Xuenan's legs stiffened. He actually wanted to kneel. In the past, when he worked for a rich family, he basically had to kneel down whenever he saw someone. If they didn't kneel properly and kowtow without a sound, they wouldn't even get paid. He liked the fact that Zhou Qingfeng was not allowed to kneel here. But now, he really wanted to kneel down. His heart was filled with gratitude.
"Boss, Chief, Master Zhou Shao …" Qiao Xuenan didn't know how to address Zhou Qingfeng. Anyway, there were many people he could call, and the titles were very confusing. "I'm Qiao Xuenan, the one who plays the suona. If you give me a bowl of rice to eat, my heart … "
Speaking up to this point, Qiao Xuenan's tears were about to fall. He was a few years older than Zhou Qingfeng, but he was slightly shorter than Zhou Qingfeng. Years of malnutrition had caused his body to be extremely weak. He wasn't any better than Gao Daniu in the past. He had once fainted from exhaustion because he played the suona too hard. That was a life where he could lose his life at any time.
"I remember you. I'm going to put you into the military band." Zhou Qingfeng didn't think there was anything special about Qiao Xuenan. He only muttered to himself, "Ah … I don't know how to organize a military band either." He then said to Qiao Xuenan, "Do you know how to play the horn during a war?"
"Ah …?" Qiao Xuenan couldn't keep up with Zhou Qingfeng's train of thought.
Zhou Qingfeng didn't expect him to answer. He continued to mutter to himself, "There will be many people in the future. I can't be in charge of all of them. I'll definitely need other officers. Now, I have to prepare for a rainy day and set up the entire structure. But officers, oh, officers, damn it, I have to groom them myself. So f * cking annoying. "
If Zhou Qingfeng didn't want to use the social structure of the Ming Dynasty, he didn't want to reduce the cohesiveness and organization of his troops, and he didn't want to accept the inefficient and incompetent old bureaucratic system, he had to build his own organization from scratch and strengthen education.
"Everything is difficult at the beginning." Zhou Qingfeng held his forehead and said in distress, "I'm actually going to be a teacher again." Seeing Qiao Xuenan in a daze, he waved his hand and said, "Go into the classroom and study hard. Don't let me down. I saved you from the pits of hell. No one will help you except me. But all of this isn't right, so you have to work hard. "
Hearing the hope in Zhou Qingfeng's words, Qiao Xuenan felt a surge of excitement. He shouted excitedly, "I'm willing to die for you, sir."
"Not for me, but for yourself and for this country." Zhou Qingfeng still had a lazy look and just waved his hand to let Qiao Xuenan enter the classroom. Qiao Xuenan, on the other hand, had a ruddy face and strode toward the classroom.
Zhou Qingfeng personally came to the class. There were many people inside and outside the classroom. Those who could sit in the classroom were official members of the class, and those standing outside were just observers. Qiao Xuenan walked over with his head held high and chest puffed out. He saw that there were many people surrounding the classroom door. He was just about to say "excuse me" when a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties grabbed him and looked him up and down.
It was dark and the lighting was bad. Qiao Xuenan didn't know who this person was. He just thought that this was the procedure to enter the classroom and didn't dare to move. But after the middle-aged man looked him up and down, he asked, "What's your name, little brother? How old are you this year? You look like you're going to class. You're probably not married, right? "
What kind of nonsensical questions were these?
Qiao Xuenan, on the other hand, was used to being humble and had a kind of fear in his heart towards any respectable person. He honestly explained his identity and said that he was not married. But the middle-aged man who stopped him became even more enthusiastic and asked more questions in one breath. Until the bell rang, the middle-aged man pointed to an empty seat in the classroom and said, "Sit there."
Although he didn't know what was going on, Qiao Xuenan still obediently sat down. There were several oil lamps in the classroom. The flames were very high. Just the money spent on oil every day made many people's hearts ache. After he sat down, the classroom was still very noisy. The sound of tables and chairs hitting each other rose and fell. Many people were talking to each other, inexplicably excited.
Qiao Xuenan looked left and right but couldn't find anyone familiar. But he found that his deskmate turned out to be a girl. She was wearing brand-new clothes and looked like she was 14 or 15 years old. This made Qiao Xuenan very nervous. He had never been so close to a girl in his life.
After Qiao Xuenan sat down, the girl looked back at the door of the classroom. As if she had gotten permission, she took the initiative to say, "My name is Sang Xiu 'er. What's your name?"
Qiao Xuenan's face immediately turned red as if it was on fire. Even the roots of his ears were red. He slightly tilted his head and saw that the girl at the same desk looked at him and then lowered her head. Her face was also bright red. His heart jumped to his throat, and he couldn't even speak properly. This girl dressed like a woman from a rich family, but the women from a real rich family never looked at him directly.
Qiao Xuenan felt thirsty and restless. Suddenly, there was a command in the classroom: "Stand up." The students who were sitting immediately stood up. Seeing that Qiao Xuenan was still in a daze, the girl hurriedly whispered, "Get up, Mr. Zhou is here."
Zhou Qingfeng strode in, stretched out his hand and gently pressed the air. He stood behind a desk in front of the classroom, glanced around, and hung a large map in his hand on the blackboard behind him. "Today is the first class of our first Activist Study Class. Let me tell you what the world we live in is like.
We live in Fushun, but where is Fushun? Where is Liaodong? Where is the Daming Country? What is the current country like? What is the society we live in? I will answer these questions one by one. First, look at the map behind me. This is a map, and on it is the territory of our Daming Country. "
Zhou Qingfeng stepped aside, revealing the large hand-drawn map on rice paper behind him. The map itself came from a historical atlas, and only roughly mapped the territory of the Ming Dynasty, provinces, rivers, mountains, and coastlines. The map was painted with a multi-colored pen, with the intention of providing a better visual effect. In order to draw this picture, Zhou Qingfeng almost died of exhaustion.
The map was very big, and as soon as it was opened, it caused a lot of exclamations in the classroom. It was the first time that everyone here had seen such clear geographical information. The level of this map was hundreds of years better than the Ming Dynasty's maps of all countries.
Zhou Qingfeng held the pointer in his hand and shouted, "Who are we? It's Chinese, it's Chinese, we're Chinese. "
The concept of the Chinese nation had not yet taken shape in the Ming Dynasty. The current era was the era of family, and they paid particular attention to 'under the sky, all land belongs to the king; those who lead the land belong to the king'. This concept was very different from the concept of Chinese. The Jurchen foreign races called them 'Ming people', 'Ming people'.
However, Zhou Qingfeng did not care about all this. He wanted to directly instill a more advanced concept of nation and country in his subordinates, replacing the various clan, local, and regional ideas of small groups.
"This is the capital of the Daming Dynasty, Beijing. Where is our Fushun? It's here. " Zhou Qingfeng pointed out several places in a row, and also pointed out many familiar geographical marks, such as the Hun River to the south of Fushun, to enhance the sense of immersion. He also introduced some of the city's geography and history. In short, he wanted to instill the concept of a big China.
"How far away are we from Beijing? The straight-line distance is more than 600 kilometers. It will take about a month or two to go by land. If we go by sea, we can save some time, but it will still take about a month. " Zhou Qingfeng marked the route to Beijing from Fushun on the map. It was probably to go to Shenyang first, then to Liaoyang, then along the Jinzhou line to Shanhai Pass, and then to the capital.
Although the geographical knowledge that Zhou Qingfeng talked about was simple, it was a national secret in the current era. It was the most enlightening and eye-opening. He talked about the history and geography of the cities along the way, and also talked about the various local customs. For the low-level people of the late Ming Dynasty who lacked information, this was not a spark to spread ideas.
What Zhou Qingfeng wanted to do was to tell his subordinates that the world was very, very, very big. Therefore, our vision must also be very, very, very big. Don't always stare at this small place like Fushun, we have to understand the distant world.
One class lasted for forty-five minutes. At the end of the class, all Zhou Qingfeng saw were excited faces full of thirst for knowledge. The students chosen for this class were all youngsters in their teens. This was the time when curiosity and rebelliousness were the strongest. With a bit of training, they could become his direct subordinates.
When these people's ideas were promoted, they would naturally become estranged from the olden times and old society. After all, the youngsters who obtained knowledge and civilization would instinctively resist the old system, and their loyalty would also be more guaranteed. Even if someone came to poach Zhou Qingfeng's people, they would find that it was completely like chickens talking to ducks, simply unable to communicate.
During the break, Zhou Qingfeng drank a few mouthfuls of water. Chen Tiankai, who was in charge of the education system and served as the school's principal, came over with deep worry and said in a low voice, "Boss, your class is very good. There are many things that even this one has never heard of. Especially this map of yours, it's drawn too meticulously. However, some of the things you talked about didn't seem to be too appropriate. "
"You're saying that the things I talked about are a bit rebellious, right?" Zhou Qingfeng laughed and asked in reply.
"This …." Chen Tiankai's forehead was actually a bit sweaty. Zhou Qingfeng was a person who didn't have a ruler or a father, and he didn't have the imperial court in his eyes. Every word and sentence he said was novel, but his heart of not being a subject was already clear.
"If someone wants to find trouble with me, they have to be able to beat me first." Zhou Qingfeng said confidently at this moment, "Don't people outside say that I'm the number one in the world? Then I have to have the appearance of being the number one in the world. If there's anyone who doesn't agree, I'll just blow them up with one punch. "
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