After arriving in Jianzhou, Zhou Qingfeng finally experienced what a primitive society was. Not to mention the quality of life here, even small things like going to the toilet were more difficult than in Fushun. He didn't know the situation in Hetuala City, but the situation at the ferry across the river was terrible.
They didn't even have a manure tank in the toilet, so they just took a dump. The road was completely dirt. It was slippery on rainy days and stinky on sunny days. Stepping on it was full of feces. The people here were used to carrying a gourd on their backs to drink raw water. The water source came from the Suzi River at the ferry. Zhou Qingfeng woke up early in the morning to pee in the river and saw someone drawing water from the place where he had peed.
Uncle Zhou, who had been living here for three days, felt like dying when he thought about the hundreds of people who urinated and defecated into the river every day. But everyone at the ferry was used to it. Even Yang Jian and Gu Yuanwei didn't say anything.
"Can you f * cking be more hygienic? If this goes on, I'll die of illness. " Zhou Qingfeng had no choice but to take out what little money he had and ask the warehouse's chef to prepare a special meal for him. He even had to watch her boil water and wash the pot with his own eyes. Only when everything was clean could he eat. Otherwise, he would rather go on a hunger strike.
Because of this, Yang Jian laughed at Zhou Qingfeng to his face many times. "Junior Martial Brother, you really are a noble person. Drinking water and eating a meal was different from others. You really shouldn't be in Jianghu. You should be living in the palace. "
"Thanks for your auspicious words. I'll go live in the imperial palace that day." Zhou Qingfeng rolled his eyes and retorted bluntly. He was sitting at the wooden table in the warehouse, wiping it vigorously with a clean rag. Only after he wiped the black table until it was shiny could he eat.
"Hmph … You have the heart to be a young master, but you don't have the life to be one." After Yang Jian sneered, he brought a plate of steamed buns from the kitchen to Gu Yuanwei who was in the room.
The warehouse at the ferry also served as a reception area. People coming in and out of Hetuala could stay here for a while and wait for the ferry to cross the river. However, the surface of Su Zi River was only about a hundred meters wide, and the water was not deep. Jianzhou's army could simply wade through the water, which was quite convenient. Those waiting at the ferry were usually distinguished guests, envoys, and womenfolk.
The warehouse was made of rough wood and had a simple structure with two floors. The lower floors were stocked with goods while the upper floors were occupied. The interior was quite spacious. Zhou Qingfeng sat down at the front door of the warehouse and ate his breakfast under the light from the door.
Zhou Qingfeng's breakfast was also unusual. Others could just eat some sweet potato cornbread, but he insisted on spending money to get the chef to make steamed buns. If Chef didn't do well, he had to guide him from the side. After living in Fushun, he even always had yeast with him to make dough, so that he wouldn't have to eat dead flatbread. In short, in order to make himself eat and drink well, Uncle Zhou put a lot of effort into it.
The yeast and flour were all obtained from the isolated island of time and space. The chef who died in the movie "Transmigrator" ran a restaurant, and the food stored in the restaurant was enough for Zhou Qingfeng to eat for a long time. Before he lost his spiritual power, he made a lot of food. This time, he came to Hetuala with a fleet of carriages that carried more than a hundred kilograms. In other people's eyes, this little brat often made some high-quality refined food, which made people very envious.
Eating a steamed bun was a luxurious life for ordinary people in the late Ming Dynasty. Zhou Qingfeng still had a few cans of food with him, which were specially used to supplement his nutrition. Early in the morning, he ate a steamed bun with canned fruit for a meal. Smelling the sweet smell coming from the canned fruit, the servants in the warehouse were surprised and envious. Sweetness was extremely rare in ancient times.
Just when Zhou Qingfeng had eaten the last steamed bun, there was a sudden commotion outside the warehouse, and a lot of people walked in. Seven or eight valiant Jurchen soldiers opened the way, followed by a few women. They were completely different from the women who wore 'flowerpot shoes' and 'big flower hair' in later Qing Dynasty dramas. Nowadays, the women in Jianzhou were not so sentimental.
The Jurchen had to go to war every year. Women also needed to be able to ride horses and bow, and they would not wear bright red or green clothes. Previously, when Zhou Qingfeng was with the noble Yehe Gege, He Zhuo, he had never seen her wear cumbersome clothes. Long clothes and breeches made of greyish black homespun cloth were the most suitable, otherwise, she would not be able to ride a horse.
The women in front of him were the same, but judging from their skin and faces, they must be people of high status who did not have to worry about food and clothing. One of the women was like the moon surrounded by stars. She was only in her twenties, and had a charming appearance, but her expression was cold. She did not pretend to look at her subordinates, and had a bossy attitude.
When this cold woman came in, all the people in the warehouse were alarmed. A lot of people came out and knelt down and shouted. Only Zhou Qingfeng sat at the wooden table, not knowing what had happened.
The warehouse was not very tidy and clean, and the cold woman was obviously not satisfied with this place. She frowned, said a few words to the maid beside her, and turned to leave. The maid glanced at the whole warehouse, and naturally saw Zhou Qingfeng sitting opposite the door, who had wiped the table until it was shiny and clean. The maid said a few words to the cold woman in surprise, and quickly walked to the table to take a closer look.
The cold woman also walked over with small steps. She looked at the table with a picky look, and then looked at Zhou Qingfeng. She even noticed the half-eaten white steamed bun in Zhou Qingfeng's hands, and the canned fruit with a soup base. The sweet smell of the canned food wafted out, and it was difficult for people who had never smelled it to not be moved.
During the whole process, Uncle Zhou was in a state of confusion, looking left and right, acting cute …
This group of people spoke Manchu the whole time, and Zhou Qingfeng did not understand at all. However, the maidservant waved her hand and called over the Female True Warrior accompanying her. The Female True Warrior pointed at Zhou Qingfeng. The Female True Warrior placed his hand on the saber at his waist and shouted, "Cha!". Zhou Qingfeng understood what this meant — — Aren't you trying to steal my position and drive me away? I can't afford to offend them, so I'll leave.
Zhou Qingfeng was about to move his buttocks unwillingly when the indifferent woman opened her mouth to stop the fierce soldier beside her. She even looked at Zhou Qingfeng and spoke again in Chinese, "Look at his clothes, he must be an important guest invited by the Khan. If I neglect him, the Khan will be unhappy. "
Zhou Qingfeng was not old, but his small round face was pink and tender, and one could tell that he was not a child of an ordinary family. The indifferent woman even smiled at him in a very friendly manner, and sat opposite him.
Since the master had spoken, the other servants naturally had no objections. The cold woman seemed to have rushed back from somewhere, and did not eat breakfast early in the morning. Her subordinates went into the warehouse's kitchen to make food for the master, and after a while, they made a bowl of meat soup and a few white steamed buns.
Steamed buns needed to be fermented before they could be made, and they could not be made at any time. When Zhou Qingfeng saw the steamed buns, he immediately scolded the warehouse cook, "I have long guessed that you hid the steamed buns behind my back, and you still don't admit it. How are you going to deny it now?"
The cold woman originally had a special view of Zhou Qingfeng, and after hearing this, she asked a few questions to her subordinates. The master and the servants answered, and the warehouse cook, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly had sweat on his forehead, and kept kowtowing and begging for mercy. Zhou Qingfeng was angry that these warehouse cook were not honest, but looking at the situation, he found that the matter seemed to be very serious.
After asking about the situation, the cold woman smiled at Zhou Qingfeng and said, "Which family are you from?"
"I am not a female Zhenren, I am a Han. My master is Gu Yuanwei, and we were invited by the Khan. " Zhou Qingfeng never hesitated when it was time to use the tiger's skin, and he also wanted to borrow the tiger's skin of his enemy.
Hearing the name 'Gu Yuanwei', the cold woman finally remembered a few recent rumors, and she asked again, "You are the one who could lead troops at the age of eight, and helped He Zhuo of the Yehe Tribe to steal the armor that we ordered in Jianzhou, and even killed Ma Chengta to escape, the one Zhou Qingfeng?"
Ah …, I don't know how to lead troops. I only know how to frighten people. Am I very famous in Jianzhou?
Zhou Qingfeng hesitated for a while, and said weakly, "Actually, it was a misunderstanding, I was trying to save my master, …"
The cold woman smiled again, "Kid, you don't have to be afraid. Many of the Khan's subordinates were originally against him, as long as they pledged loyalty, the Khan never cared about the past, and gave them an important position. The Khan will only be happy that you and your disciples can come to Hetuala, especially since you are born to lead troops. The Khan will value you even more, especially since you are born to lead troops. "
After smiling at Zhou Qingfeng, the cold woman turned her head to look at the warehouse cook kneeling on the ground, and shouted angrily, "This servant is too bold, he actually dared to hide his master's things behind his back, my Jianzhou will not tolerate this kind of thing. Men, drag him out and execute him. "
Sigh …, you're going to kill someone for a few steamed buns? At most, I just want to teach this cook a lesson.
Before Zhou Qingfeng could stop them, the two Jurchen soldiers had already dragged out the warehouse chef who was begging for mercy. After a while, the begging stopped, and the soldier came back to report, reeking of blood.
A life was lost just like that, but the people present did not take it seriously at all. The cold woman continued to ask Zhou Qingfeng, "Kid, are you used to living here?"
Zhou Qingfeng frowned at the woman's indiscriminate killing, and shook his head with a sigh, "I'm not used to living here, it's too smelly."
The cold woman only thought that Zhou Qingfeng was unhappy with the living environment, "That's right, this ferry isn't a place for masters to live in anyway. If I didn't have to wait for the boat to cross the river, I wouldn't be staying here. However, the Khan has ordered that no outsiders are allowed to enter Hetuala, so I can only ask you to bear with it for a while.
The Khan hasn't been in the city for a few days, and Ma Chengta invited you and your disciples here because he doesn't dare to let you in. When I return today, I'll report to the Khan, and he definitely won't let you stay here for long. "
Hehehe …, what could Zhou Qingfeng say? He could not refuse the woman's good intentions, so he could only pretend to be shy and asked, "I still don't know who this big sister is? If my master asks later, I won't be able to tell him about today's matter. "
The cold woman only smiled lightly, and the maid beside her replied in broken Chinese, "This is our Khan's Great Fortune, our Jianzhou's Grand Concubine."
Grand Concubine Wild Boar Skin? There were four Grand Concubine Wild Boar Skin, and the first three were already dead. This young and beautiful one in front of him was Abahai!
Damn Wild Boar Skin, he was now in his fifties, and his Grand Concubine Wild Boar Skin was only in her twenties — that's right, this was the Abahai who married Wild Boar Skin at the age of eleven, got pregnant at the age of twelve, and gave birth to Azig, Dorgon, and Dozh in one go. She was famous for her beauty, and was not inferior to He Zhuo of the Yehe tribe. However, her fate was not any better than He Zhuo's.
"You're Abahai?" After Zhou Qingfeng thought it through, he blurted out the cold woman's name.
The Enlightened Lady was not a Han, and did not have so many rules. The cold woman only smiled at Zhou Qingfeng calling her name, which was quite amiable. Zhou Qingfeng immediately seized the opportunity and shouted affectionately, "Sister Abahai is so beautiful. You haven't had breakfast yet, right? My steamed buns are very delicious. Oh …, that's right! I also have canned fruits. They're sweet, and I'm sure you've never eaten them before. "
The fruit canned glass bottle was crystal clear, and when placed on the table, it showed its outstanding taste. It was much better than the rough porcelain bowl. The soup left by Zhou Qingfeng was still exuding the sweet smell of edible essence, which whetted one's appetite.
When the maid took the can, she was careful not to break it. She poured out half a bowl of sugar water and placed it in front of Abahai. As if afraid that it was poisonous, the maid even tried half a mouthful first. When she put it in her mouth, her eyes immediately widened, and her eyes lit up, as if she was shocked beyond imagination.
Abahai knew that her maid was also a person who had seen the world. Seeing such a big reaction, she was also quite moved. She quickly raised the bowl and smelled it. Sure enough, the fragrance wafted into her nose, nourishing her heart. She smiled and asked, "What is this?"
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