Zhou Qingfeng rode his mountain goat into the city of Ekullen. In front of him, Kulun chief Uța was chatting with Chu Ying. No one knew what they were chatting about, but they were so happy that no one could tell that their son had just died. Abahai was also looking at the dilapidated buildings in the city. Occasionally, he glanced at Zhou Qingfeng and couldn't help but snicker.
I curse all the people in the Kulun Tribe to be goats.
Zhou Qingfeng kept a straight face. Even though he had just arrived in Ehekulun and was already a superior "son," he was not in a good mood. As Abahai said, the people in Ehekulun were a bunch of barbarians. They lived in shacks and wore ragged clothes. Their hair was unkempt and their faces were dirty, as if they had just rolled out of the mud.
The city was built at the intersection of three rivers. Their livelihood depended entirely on fishing and gathering. The social structure was based on slavery. There were more than ten thousand people in the tribe, but there were only about a thousand free warriors. Other than that, there were more than a hundred nobles.
Chief Uța had more than twenty sons. The adult sons could be called "sons," and their strength depended on their own ability. The underage ones were called "sons," and their strength depended on how much they were favored. Guna, who had just been killed by Zhou Qingfeng, seemed to be favored, but the rule of the Kulun Tribe was "whoever was more powerful would take over." Since Zhou Qingfeng was more powerful, he took over Guna's position.
The further they went into the city, the higher the terrain. The buildings also changed from shacks to wooden houses. The layout of the city was also made up of slaves, warriors, and nobles in a circle. Uța invited Chu Ying to a banquet, but he deliberately ignored Zhou Qingfeng.
Zhou Qingfeng had just killed someone's son, so he was too lazy to join in the fun. He had inherited Guna's position, so naturally, he had inherited all of Guna's assets. He was just waiting to take over the money he had earned by risking his life.
On the other hand, Abahai was unwilling to leave with Chu Ying. The woman had clearly told Chu Ying, "If you don't become the ruler of Jianzhou, don't even think about getting me. Otherwise, I'd rather die." Chu Ying went along with her and pushed Abahai to Zhou Qingfeng to take care of. If Abahai escaped, he would kill Zhou Qingfeng. Zhou Qingfeng was being watched by the Kuluns in the city, so it would be difficult for him to escape.
Zhou Qingfeng and Abahai could be said to be comrades in the same boat, so he took her in and took care of her. Uța sent an old steward to take care of Zhou Qingfeng and brought him to the mansion of Guna. Uncle Zhou was full of expectations, but when he arrived, he found that it was just a small yard, a few shabby rooms, a few servants, and two women of Guna.
"How many slaves does Guna have? Are there any fields? Was there a manor? Don't tell me that it's just a small yard made of mud! There's nothing here. It's just a house with four walls. How can you call yourself a 'shell'? How can you call yourself a noble? "Faced with the servants kneeling in front of him, Zhou Qingfeng was immediately driven mad. "Such a poor shell, you're a disgrace to the nobles!"
"The only servants under your command are these few in front of you. Don't even think about fields or manors, you brat. The Kuluns don't farm, they don't have any manors. " Abahai dismounted and looked around the yard, saying, "It's good enough that a wild woman like Ehekulun can have a yard to live in. It means that Guna is really favored. This is already better than I expected."
"You call this favored? What would it be like if they weren't favored? "Zhou Qingfeng asked.
"The favored shell, the servants, and the yard are all bestowed by Father. The unfavored don't even have a title, and they can only support themselves. Look at the warriors in the city. Many of them are actually the descendants of the previous chiefs. They work during the day and go to war during the war. If they're lucky and make contributions, they can be conferred a title again. If they're unlucky and make a mistake, they have to become a slave. "
Abahai's few words revealed the cruelty of a slave society. This made Zhou Qingfeng feel that his future days would not be easy. He checked the inside and outside of his small yard, but he could not find anything valuable. The cotton on the bed was rotten and black, the kitchen utensils were all made of wood, and there were no bowls or chopsticks for eating. The most valuable thing was an iron pot.
"I can't live like this anymore." Zhou Qingfeng felt that if he did not take out daily necessities from the Space-Time Oasis, he would not be able to eat three meals a day. However, the things in the Space-Time Oasis were not endless. If they were used up, he would be left with nothing but the northwest wind.
Abahai loved cleanliness. After entering the yard, she acted like the mistress of the house and began to instruct the servants to do a thorough cleaning. Zhou Qingfeng naturally did not stop her. After all, he did not understand the Manchu language and had no way to instruct them. When he was at a loss of what to do, the old butler sent by Uța asked with a lisp: "Master Bei, are you from the Ming Kingdom?"
The old butler had been speaking Manchu, but this time he switched to Chinese. His speech was not smooth, and his accent was not very clear, as if he had not spoken Chinese for many years.
Zhou Qingfeng was a little surprised. He nodded and said: "Yes, my name is Zhou Qingfeng, and I am a Han. I was … captured by that bastard Chu Ying. "
The old butler was quite old. His face was full of wrinkles, and his back was hunched. He walked forward and grabbed Zhou Qingfeng's hand with a slightly trembling hand and said: "This old servant is also from the Ming Kingdom. It's been many, many years since I heard someone speak Chinese."
As he said this, the old butler's tears began to fall. Zhou Qingfeng quickly helped him to sit on a rock and listened to the old butler's story. It turned out that more than thirty years ago, Wang Gao of Jianzhou rebelled and attacked the border of the Ming Kingdom, capturing a large number of people. The old butler in front of him was surnamed Sun. He was originally a scholar with a bright future, but he became a slave during the war.
After Wang Gao's rebellion was quelled, Old Man Sun could not return to his hometown. Instead, he was repeatedly sold by the Female Zhenren, and was further and further away from his hometown. Because he was knowledgeable and knew how to calculate, he became the butler of the Kulun tribe's leader, Uța. It had been more than thirty years since then.
Listening to Old Man Sun talk about his sad story, Zhou Qingfeng also felt sad. He asked: "Old Man, you can call me Little Boy Zhou. Do you still have any relatives in your family?"
The old man shook his head: "My whole family of more than ten people died more than thirty years ago."
"Old Man, do you still want to return to your hometown?" Zhou Qingfeng asked again.
The old man shook his head again: "When I was captured and became a slave, I escaped many times and was punished many times. In the end, they turned me into a eunuch, and I gave up the thought of escaping. Because if I ran back, I would be too ashamed to face my ancestors. "
After saying that, the old man cried bitterly again. Zhou Qingfeng accompanied him, saying that in the future, he hoped that the old man would come often to chat and take care of him. Old Man Sun nodded and got up to leave. Zhou Qingfeng thought of another key point and asked: "Old Man, how should I live in the city?"
Yes, there was no food and clothing.
"You have to rely on yourself," Old Man Sun said: "Not only do you have to feed yourself, but you also have to feed your slaves. In the past, when Guna lived here, Uța would send some things to his son. Now, don't count on it. Go out and hunt by yourself.
Also, if Uța wants to go to war with other tribes, you have to go with him. You have to prepare your own weapons, armor, and dry rations. If you don't prepare well, Uța will punish you and take away your title. At that time, it will be even more difficult for you. "
F * ck, there is no light in a slave society!
Zhou Qingfeng felt a headache. He looked left and right at his shabby courtyard, then quickly went up to Old Man Sun and asked: "This kid is new here, I don't know anything, please show me a way out."
Old Man Sun said: "Little Brother Zhou, although you are young, you are a cultivator, and your martial arts are not bad. Now that you are in this wild woman's territory, don't think about the Han people. If you want something, just go and snatch it. Everything you snatch will be yours. "
Everything depends on snatching?!
This really opened up a whole new world for Zhou Qingfeng, but how to snatch is also a skill. He immediately searched around on his body, took out a small bag of sugar, and handed it to Old Man Sun: "You have suffered here for many years, I don't have anything to show my filial piety. Here is some white sugar, please try it."
There were only about ten grams of white sugar wrapped in straw paper. Old Man Sun stretched out his finger and dipped it into his mouth, then licked it and immediately said with a smile: "It's sweet, good stuff."
After carefully accepting this' precious gift 'from Zhou Qingfeng, Old Man Sun said: "You killed Guna, but you don't have to worry too much. The customs of this wild woman are different from us Han people. Uța will be a little unhappy, but Guna's brother will probably be happy that there is one less person who will fight for his favor.
If you want to live a good life in Heculun, you need to get more slaves. After all, you can't just rely on yourself when you go out to plunder and fight, you need at least ten strong young men who can fight. You are a cultivator, if you have the Midas Touch technique and can refine the white sugar just now, you can also exchange it for some slaves. "
Zhou Qingfeng nodded slightly: "How many Han slaves are there in Heculun? I don't understand Manchu, so I still need someone who can speak Manchu. "
"There are very few Han slaves, at most a few dozen. However, they are not good at fighting, and the Heculuns don't like to farm, so they have a low status in Heculun. If you want to exchange, I can find a few for you, but you better get some Jurchen slaves who can fight. But you'd better get some Jurchen slaves who can fight. This Herkulen is a lawless place, "Old Man Sun suggested.
"How do I exchange slaves?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.
"Heculun lacks everything. For example, a kilogram of salt can be exchanged for a good young slave, an iron pot can be exchanged for two, and a good horse can be exchanged for three or four. Cloth, liquor, medicine, anything can be exchanged. " After Old Man Sun finished speaking, he looked at the empty-handed Zhou Qingfeng and said: "Let's see what you can get."
There were a lot of things in the Time Island, but Zhou Qingfeng was not willing to exchange them easily. He hoped to get enough raw materials from Heculun to increase their value, and then exchange them for everything he needed. After all, blood transfusion was not as good as blood production. The Time Island would eventually be emptied, so he had to find a way himself.
"Old man, what does Heculun produce?"
"What can this damn place produce? There is no place to farm even if we want to. We just pick some wild fruits and catch some wild beasts, nothing else. Only Division Leader Uța can make money by digging ginseng and pearls. No one else is allowed to do it. "
"Will there be merchants coming here?"
"Merchants? No. This place is too remote, and the tribe likes to rob everywhere. Which merchant would dare to come here? "
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