The pace of life in ancient times was slow, so slow that even a small matter could drag on for a long time.
Ma Chengta had recruited Gu Yuanwei and his disciple. He went to Hetuala to report, but there was no news after a day. There were no telephones in this era, so it was very inconvenient to contact them. Zhou Qingfeng stood on the shore of Su Zihe Ferry and looked at the barbarian city not far away. He wanted to know what Nurhachi was doing in the city. Even if he had the skin of a wild boar, he would probably use tree bark to scrape his buttocks.
Gu Yuanwei and the others were used to this kind of waiting. He preferred to wait for his strength to recover before going to see Nurhachi, so he stayed in the room peacefully like an old monk meditating, and did not allow anyone to disturb him. Zhou Qingfeng did not have the habit of 'greeting early and greeting late'. He was so bored that he could only chat with the refugees waiting outside the warehouse after he was full.
Originally, Zhou Qingfeng wanted to bully the wandering ghost cultivator named Jia Gang for fun. Yang Jian said that the guy's cultivation was around Level Two of Qi and blood. He could not cast more than five spells, so his strength was quite limited. But after the ghost cultivator showed up yesterday, he was nowhere to be seen today.
Therefore, Zhou Qingfeng went to look for Mao Ada's family. Then, he chatted with them. He did not understand Manchu, Mongolian, or Korean, so he was really gesticulating and chatting.
Mao Ada saw Zhou Qingfeng and kowtowed and thanked him. His family came to Hetuala with the wind and rain, so they could only sleep outside. When Zhou Qingfeng went to see them early in the morning, he saw his mother dozing off in the mud with her child in her arms. His father used branches to build a small shed for shelter. This was their temporary residence.
The Jurchen tribe was too primitive. There were no shops at the ferry, so they did not provide food or drink. Mao Ada could only eat the dry rations he brought with him, which were moldy and blackened flatbread. Mao Ada had tried his best to gather these rations, so he had to eat sparingly.
"Aren't you going to the river to fish?" Zhou Qingfeng remembered that when he first came to this world, Shi Dong, who had traveled through time and space, went to the river to fish and feed everyone's stomachs.
But Mao Ada shook his head with a bitter smile, "The rules outside the wall are different from those inside the wall. The fish in the river, the beasts in the mountain, and the birds in the forest all belong to the masters here. We don't dare to touch it. "
Fuck … there's such a stupid rule?!
Zhou Qingfeng returned to the warehouse to get some food for Mao Ada's family. In the end, when the cook of the warehouse found out that the food was for the refugees outside, the other party actually refused to give it to them. Only then did Uncle Zhou realize that a slave society like the Jurchen did not care about social relief, nor did they have any commercial transactions. All materials were rationed, including food.
Zhou Qingfeng had no choice but to buy two roasted sweet potatoes from his own pocket for Mao Ada's family. Just this action alone caused the female Zhenrens with a bit of status to raise their eyebrows. They felt that giving such preferential treatment to a servant was a loss of propriety for a master.
Mao Ada and his family were naturally moved to tears. The other refugees around him swarmed over and begged for food. Looking at the dirty hands reaching out to him, Zhou Qingfeng was so scared that he turned around and ran away.
"Junior Brother, this trick of yours won't work." Yang Jian continued to mock and ridicule Zhou Qingfeng, telling him not to dream of buying people's hearts.
"It's none of your business. If you were sensible, the one who could save Master wouldn't be me. "Zhou Qingfeng did not understand why Yang Jian was so against him after Gu Yuanwei retracted his True Essence. This guy used to treat him quite well, but now he was looking for trouble everywhere. But he was not a good-tempered person, so he would definitely retort.
Yang Jian had previously let slip something about 'Buddha is born in all' and 'incense offerings'. Zhou Qingfeng did not understand what it meant, but he would not give up so easily. After the surrounding refugees had left, he went to find Mao Ada's family to do the experiment.
Mao Ada got two roasted sweet potatoes, but he did not dare to eat them all. He only gave half to the child and ate the other half himself. His wife … was starving. Zhou Qingfeng came back to chat, so they naturally told him everything they knew.
But after a few words, Mao Ada's knowledge and experience were all dug out by Zhou Qingfeng. He only knew some things about Iron Ridge. He had never traveled far in his life. Coming to Hetuala was the furthest he had traveled. After chatting for a while, Mao Ada could only repeat all kinds of things. Because he was illiterate, he could not even organize his words effectively. He would stutter when he was nervous.
Mao Ada's wife was even worse. She was thin and small, and definitely not older than 20 years old. Mentally, she was timid and did not answer any questions. She relied on Mao Ada to speak for her. Zhou Qingfeng found it hard to see her as a normal person. In the end, he could only look at the child who seemed to be around his age.
They were both around eight years old. Zhou Qingfeng was 1.3 meters tall, but the child in front of him was at most 1.1 meters tall. However, a child's curiosity was stronger, and their vigilance was much weaker. After eating half a sweet potato, he could smile at Zhou Qingfeng.
"What's your name?"
"Mao … Mao Dan."
"Really … What an easy name to raise. Have you been to school? "
He shook his head and did not speak.
"I'll teach you how to write, okay?" God knows why the bored Zhou Qingfeng had such a sudden idea. Maybe he wanted to be a teacher, or maybe he wanted to understand the learning abilities of children in the current society. Either way, he suddenly expressed that he wanted to be a little teacher.
Mao Ada naturally would not stop him, so Mao Dan nodded. Zhou Qingfeng broke a tree branch as a pen and used the ground as paper. He began to teach "One Two Three Four Five …" Simplified Chinese characters. He read and wrote over and over again while Hairy Egg imitated him at the side to kill time. However, this scene was too special. Soon, many people gathered around the two of them, quietly watching Uncle Zhou teach.
Although it was said that "the poor study and the rich learn martial arts," education also cost money. For the ancient people, the goal of studying was to take the imperial examinations. To let a strong laborer not work for at least ten years to study, this was not something an ordinary family could afford. Even in the modern society, in order for children to earn money early, the view that "studying is useless" was not uncommon.
In ancient times, poor people who did not even have enough to eat were mostly blind. No one would want to spread knowledge and culture to the bottom of society. Even though what Zhou Qingfeng taught them was extremely simple, it was the first time the refugees in the warehouse had ever experienced something like this.
And the Chinese's thirst for knowledge was engraved in their bones. When Zhou Qingfeng taught each stroke, each word, each word, there were soon people who took the initiative to learn. They also broke a branch and scratched it on the ground, trying their best to imitate.
The ten numbers were taught quickly and Mao Dan easily mastered them. After receiving the encouragement, he grinned and chuckled. Zhou Qingfeng looked around again. Many adults, including Mao Ada, were looking up and watching. Some people were even too lazy to break branches and directly used their fingers as a pen to practice on the ground. Seeing him look over, most of them smiled shyly, but they were reluctant to leave.
So Zhou Qingfeng continued to teach "Heaven, Earth, Man, Hands, Feet, Mouth". After teaching about twenty words, he let them practice repeatedly. Because what he taught was so simple, most people could learn it.
This was really a rare thing.
The refugees on the run were all starving and had no one to rely on. But they were able to leave their hometown and travel such a long distance to come here, so their will to survive and initiative were absolutely enough. When Zhou Qingfeng casually said, "As long as you learn to write, you can also eat a bowl of rice even if you are a slave." The refugees' enthusiasm for learning soared. The people crowded around Zhou Qingfeng quickly increased from seven or eight to seventy or eighty.
The crowd made it crowded, and the teaching could not be carried out. Zhou Qingfeng immediately changed his "culture to the countryside" activity to tell stories. He jumped on a wooden stump so that everyone could see and hear him.
Zhou Qingfeng did not tell long stories like "Journey to the West" or "Romance of the Three Kingdoms". These stories were too complicated, and he could not remember the details. So he told short children's idioms, such as "carving a boat to seek a sword", "a pony crossing the river", and "the foolish old man moving the mountain". Children's stories were simple, easy to understand, and interesting. They also contained simple life principles, which were more suitable for illiterate people.
The principles in the stories were often faintly understood by the poor people, but there was no way to describe and extract them in words. Listening to Zhou Qingfeng's vivid narration, many people had a feeling of sudden realization — it turned out that the things they usually pondered over were so simple and easy to understand.
Spiritual power and consciousness were closely related.
The more Zhou Qingfeng spoke, the more excited he became, because he could faintly feel that as he explained, these poor peasants in front of him had some kind of enlightenment on the spiritual level. There was a kind of connection in consciousness, or rather, a kind of power that surged toward Zhou Qingfeng after gathering. He suddenly had a kind of understanding in his heart — this was the power of enlightenment, the power of being a teacher, and the spiritual resonance of wisdom being awakened.
Zhou Qingfeng did not know how to use this power, but he was happy about it. He thought to himself, "If I can teach more people and let countless ignorant people gain knowledge, what kind of situation would that be?"
Perhaps the reason why the ancient sages were great and immortal was not because of how high their cultivation was, but because their ideas enlightened a nation. Cultivation was just a side effect of their greatness.
This kind of speculation made Zhou Qingfeng tremble slightly, as if he had seen a certain right way to become strong. But before this kind of imagination was clear, it was disrupted by a shout. Several Jurchen officials suddenly appeared in the warehouse. When they saw the crowd gathering, they immediately went forward to whip them, drive them away, and curse them. The dozens of refugees who were listening to the story immediately scattered like birds and beasts. Those who could not escape in time simply knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.
F * ck … Zhou Qingfeng's imagination was shattered, and his spirit returned to reality. He was very angry at these "Golden Rat Tails", but these Jurchen officials did not even look at Zhou Qingfeng.
The Jurchen officials were here to select refugees to be organized into households. Jianzhou was constantly expanding, and the demand for population was huge. The refugees were gathered and organized into Niu Lu, and they could work for the Jianzhou slave masters.
The crowd dispersed, and the ideological resonance of enlightenment disappeared instantly. Zhou Qingfeng could not do anything even if he was unhappy. He could only watch as the Jurchen officials picked out the strong ones from the crowd, organized them into groups, and dragged them away. Mao Ada's family also squeezed in to make a living, but he brought a thin and weak woman and a useless child, so the Jurchen official in charge of selection violently kicked him out.
Some people were happy, and some were worried.
Meanwhile, in the warehouse, Yang Jian had been staring at Zhou Qingfeng, and his junior's every move was seen by him. When Zhou Qingfeng gathered a large group of people by teaching them how to write and tell stories, he hurriedly ran into the room where Gu Yuanwei was meditating, and shouted in a low voice, "Master, Master, bad news. That brat Zhou Qingfeng is thinking of some wicked idea again. "
Gu Yuanwei did not speak, and only moved his eyelids slightly.
Yang Jian continued, "That brat went to teach those poor people how to write and tell stories. Those poor people were all bewitched by him. He must be trying to gather thousands of consciousness to refine them, and walk the path of 'Soul' cultivation. "
Gu Yuanwei opened his eyes slightly, and asked, "How many people did that brat bewitch?"
"In just a short while, there are already dozens of people," Yang Jian said. "Master, we have to be on guard. 'Soul' spells are the most powerful and terrifying. If he really succeeds in cultivating it, how are we going to suppress him? "
"There are only dozens of people, what are you worried about? If 'Soul' was so easy to cultivate, it wouldn't be the most difficult path, "Gu Yuanwei said in a bad mood," I have to recuperate these few days and recover my cultivation as soon as possible. I'm going to see the Khan of Jianzhou, and I can't look sickly like this, which will make people look down on me for no reason. If there's nothing else for the next few days, don't bother me anymore.
As for Zhou Qingfeng, let him play. If he doesn't give up, why would he obediently submit? Besides, I still have a backup plan on him. He can't escape from my palm, so you don't have to trouble yourself too much. "
After saying that, Gu Yuanwei closed his eyes again. Yang Jian was very depressed, as his complaint was in vain.
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