Coming out of the warehouse at the ferry, Zhou Qingfeng circled around the land. It was already August, and he really didn't want to waste precious time at this shabby ferry. Since he had come to Hetuala, he might as well go in and meet Nurhachi.
It rained a bit in the morning, and the mud at the ferry became muddy.
The corpse of the warehouse cook who had just been executed was still warm, and the surrounding Perfected Beings were afraid of Zhou Qingfeng when they saw him. They knew that they couldn't offend this young master. Wherever he went, there would definitely be people kneeling and kowtowing.
Zhou Qingfeng walked around the ferry, and suddenly saw the wandering ghost cultivator Jia Gang who had been wandering around a few days ago. This guy popped his head out of the crowd, and when he saw Zhou Qingfeng, he immediately dodged and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Zhou Qingfeng frowned, but he didn't care about this guy.
The ferry was an important transportation route. As the capital of Jianzhou, Hetuala needed to transport a lot of daily necessities to this place and then to the city. Many people at the ferry made a living by transporting goods. Mao Ada, who hadn't been recruited by the Perfected Beings two days ago, was now acting as a porter. He bent down to carry a heavy bundle of firewood to the ferry boat — in ancient times, fuel was very precious.
Mao Ada walked in front, and his wife helped to support him from behind. The couple's bare feet stepped in the mud, and they slipped and lost their balance. Over a hundred kilograms of firewood fell and scattered all over the ground. The Perfected Being who was in charge of the transportation immediately became furious. She waved the horsewhip in her hand and went forward to whip him. Mao Ada fell to the ground, hugged his head, and cried miserably. His wife threw herself on him and was whipped several times.
Zhou Qingfeng didn't understand the Perfected Being's curses, but he felt angry for his fellow people being beaten. He rushed forward and shouted a few times. The Perfected Being who was waving the whip didn't care when she saw that it was a child, but when the people next to her said a few words, she immediately bowed her head respectfully and slowly retreated.
"Thank you, young master, thank you, young master." Mao Ada turned over and got up. He hurriedly pulled his wife to kneel and kowtow to Zhou Qingfeng.
The team carrying the firewood was very long and there were many people. The Female Enlightened Master who was waving the whip went to whip someone else. There were also others who howled in pain from being whipped, but Zhou Qingfeng was filled with grief and indignation. He felt powerless even though he had the heart to do so. It was already good enough that he could protect one of them. Zhou Qingfeng said to Mao Ada, "Take a break. I don't think you have any strength left."
Mao Ada, who was collecting the wood scattered on the ground with his wife, bitterly smiled. "Little Master might not know this, but we poor people have no food to eat if we don't work."
"Sigh … Just you wait." Zhou Qingfeng turned around and returned to the warehouse. A few days ago, he had spent a few copper coins to sell two sweet potatoes. Today, when Abahai left, he even left a few steamed buns on the table. No one in the warehouse dared to touch the steamed buns again. Zhou Qingfeng took a few and handed them to Mao Ada. "Eat them."
Mao Ada's hands were dirty. When he received the steamed bun, he shed tears of gratitude. He was about to kneel and kowtow again. Zhou Qingfeng stopped him and said, "Don't kneel. If you get dirty, you can't eat them."
"No, no." Mao Ada happily stuffed the steamed bun into his mouth. He ate one in two or three bites. He kept the rest and stuffed it into his tattered clothes. His wife stood aside blankly, still hungry. Mao Ada did not have the slightest intention of sharing with her.
"Your wife hasn't eaten yet." Zhou Qingfeng felt that he had to remind her. He had not seen this woman eat for the past few days. She was thin and small. She followed behind Mao Ada like a numb puppet.
"She didn't work, so she's not hungry." Mao Ada laughed. "Besides, how can a woman eat wheat? What if she's too stubborn? Just let her drink some water later. "
Just drink some water? That's not treating a woman as a person. Just like you, she has to flee for her life, and she has to suffer just as much. When something happened, she still protected you. How can you say she's not hungry?
"When was the last time she ate?" Zhou Qingfeng shouted. For some reason, there was a burst of anger in his heart.
"Last … last night, I gave her some."
"Then give it to her now."
"Little master, she's really not hungry."
"Do you want to be whipped? I said give it to her! "Zhou Qingfeng was really angry. He just didn't understand. This Mao Ada was also a poor man. How could he say that his thin wife was' not hungry '.
Mao Ada was frightened by Zhou Qingfeng's sharp childish voice. He quickly took out a steamed bun and wanted to give it to his wife. But he was reluctant to give it to her. He divided the steamed bun into two and only gave half.
Seeing the steamed bun, Mao Ada's wife kept swallowing her saliva. She ate the half steamed bun faster than Mao Ada. She was obviously very hungry. But she couldn't catch her breath. She choked and spat out some of the steamed bun crumbs on the ground.
Mao Ada was furious. He raised his hand and slapped his wife's head and scolded, "You damned woman. This is wheat flour. It's the best grain. You can't even eat what's in your mouth. Why don't you go die? "
Mao Ada's wife was so skinny that she was just a skeleton. One slap and she fell. Mao Ada didn't vent his anger. He raised his foot and kicked her head. His wife hugged her head and didn't dare to eat. She just silently endured it.
This sudden beating made Zhou Qingfeng panic. He angrily shouted, "Enough. I said enough."
Mao Ada stopped. Although he was cowering, he didn't understand and argued, "Little master, I'm teaching my wife a lesson. This woman needs to be taught a lesson. Otherwise, she will make a mistake. "
Mao Ada's wife was still trembling on the ground. Zhou Qingfeng's good mood was gone. He said to Mao Ada with a cold face, "Help her up and give her the remaining half of the steamed bun."
"You still want to give it to her?" Daming Mao Ada was unwilling but didn't dare to resist. He helped his wife up and took out the other half of the steamed bun with a gloomy face. But his wife shook her hand and didn't dare to take it. She even hid behind Mao Ada so that Zhou Qingfeng couldn't see her. Mao Ada looked at Zhou Qingfeng again and said with embarrassment, "Little master, she's really full."
"F * ck you! Is this the compatriot I want to take care of, liberate, and save? " Zhou Qingfeng suddenly stamped his feet and scolded, "I really can't see this kind of thing. I can't see this kind of thing.
But it really happened in front of me. I can't even change a person now, and I still want to change the world. Why is it so difficult? "Zhou Qingfeng was small and couldn't beat Mao Ada, so he could only turn his head and walk away. He just stopped the Female Immortal's violence, but in the blink of an eye, he saw the person he was protecting was also bullying the lowly weak.
No one knew why Zhou Qingfeng had such an emotional outburst. Many people at the scene looked at him quickly leaving in a daze. Mao Ada let out a sigh of relief and felt that this little master was really hard to serve. He looked back at his cowardly wife and unreasonably raised his hand to slap her again. However, as soon as the slap was heard, Zhou Qingfeng's question startled him yet again.
"Where's your child? Where's that brat called Hairy Egg? "
"My child … I don't know where he went to play. Is the little master looking for him? I'll go look for him later. "
Zhou Qingfeng was just walking around the ferry, and now he remembered that he didn't see that brat called 'Hairy Egg'. He was originally full of sympathy for Mao Ada, but now he was extremely disgusted. He cursed a few times and turned back to the warehouse.
In the eyes of others, this little master was majestic and domineering. At this moment, no one dared to provoke him. But in Zhou Qingfeng's heart, he knew that he had lost the battle. He didn't obtain any victory, he was running away. He wanted to escape to his room so that he could save his face. Otherwise, if he continued to stay outside, he didn't know what to do.
"I can organize hundreds of people to loot the horse market, I can take liberties with a superior like Abahai, I even have the confidence to face a matchless hero like Nurhachi. But I can't even deal with a stupid refugee. This kind of stubborn guy with a brain like a stone dares to play dumb in front of me. This is my trick to tease others. "
Zhou Qingfeng returned to the warehouse in a huff and sat on the stairs leading to his room, cursing bitterly. His master Gu Yuanwei returned to his room to meditate and recover. Senior Yang Jian came out of his room and moved towards him. "Junior Brother, there's something I want to ask you."
"Spit it out." Zhou Qingfeng was in a bad mood.
Yang Jian seemed to like to see Zhou Qingfeng being defeated. He said happily, "Junior Brother, I feel that you seem to like to hang out with those poor people. You especially like to take care of them and take them to do things. You seem to enjoy it. Why is that? "
"What I like to do is none of your business." Zhou Qingfeng snorted coldly.
Yang Jian continued, "I've asked around. You once took people to loot the Dragon King Temple outside Fushun City behind Master and my back. When I told Master about this, he didn't dare to believe it. At that time, you had just arrived in Fushun and didn't have anyone under your command, but you actually did such a big thing. Really amazing! "
Yang Jian's enigmatic tone made Zhou Qingfeng snort.
Yang Jian continued to say happily, "Later, you took in those bumpkins in the horse market. You also put in a lot of effort to knead them into a ball, and even spent a lot of money for it. Even when you came to this Female Dao Master's territory, I didn't see you doing anything else. You actually went to tell stories and chat with those poor people.
Normally, you can climb up to a great cultivator like Guo Buyi, can hook up with He Zhuo of the Yehe Family, and can chat happily with the Grand Concubine of Jianzhou. You can definitely do something else. But why do you like hanging out with those useless trash so much? What benefits can they give you?
Do you know? I'm often annoyed by your acting stupid. Others think you're a child, but I know you're not. I just didn't expect that you, who has always liked to play stupid and deceive people, would one day be played by a refugee laborer. Hahaha … Just now, I saw that your lungs were about to explode. "
Zhou Qingfeng turned his head and looked at Yang Jian, who was standing on the second floor holding the railing, and asked in a deep voice, "Senior Brother, you saw that I was unlucky, so you came to make fun of me, right?"
Yang Jian smiled and nodded, not giving him any face at all.
"You weren't like this before. Why do you seem to not want to see me living well after I left Fushun Pass? Did I hinder you? "Zhou Qingfeng asked," I didn't fight with you for favor in front of Master, did I? "
"No." Yang Jian shook his head, "I still have to thank you for saving Master, otherwise I would be in big trouble. I have to admit that my brain is not as good as yours. It's just that I can't see you being too proud. "
"You're sick." Zhou Qingfeng scolded, and his anger dissipated a lot. He got up and walked to his room, deciding not to go out today. He would wait for Abahai to settle everything, then he would enter Hetuala — out of sight, out of mind.
Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng was about to hide again, Yang Jian shouted as if he had won a battle, "Junior Brother, didn't you just ask that laborer where his son went? I heard him say that his son ran off to play, do you know that he lied to you? "
"I know."
"Then do you want to know where his son went?"
"I don't want to know."
"I'll tell you …"
"I said, I don't want to know."
"His son was …"
"Scoundrel, shut up! I don't want to know. "
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