Old Man Sun had been wandering in the foreign land for more than 30 years. Although he didn't have much knowledge, the things he knew were very practical. Zhou Qingfeng was willing to learn Manchurian and Mongolian languages from him. After all, knowing oneself and knowing the enemy was the key to victory. Jianzhou would be Zhou Qingfeng's enemy for a long time. If he didn't understand the enemy's language, it would be too arrogant.
Old Man Sun also taught Zhou Qingfeng traditional Chinese characters and classical Chinese. He used the medical books he gave him as his teaching materials, and he also learned the theory of the five elements of TCM and the theory of 'Monarch, Minister, Assistant, and Envoy'. These theories were very different from the scientific system in Zhou Qingfeng's mind. He didn't know whether it was right or wrong, and just memorized everything.
In addition to knowledge, Zhou Qingfeng also got a lot of daily necessities from Old Man Sun. The courtyard of Guna was not bad in the eyes of the Kulun people, but there wasn't even an oil lamp in the room. When the sun went down, it was dark, and there was basically nothing to do except have sex. Old Man Sun sent pine oil lamps, and even the oil to light them, which greatly extended the time of the activity.
Similar daily necessities were inconspicuous, and only when they were missing would they feel inconvenient, but now they were all ready. Zhou Qingfeng was grateful and used his spiritual energy to diagnose the old man's body. The old man's body couldn't be said to have any major problems, but he had suffered all year round, and all his organs were failing. Even the Divine Doctor couldn't do anything about the fact that his lifespan was about to end.
Over the next few days, Zhou Qingfeng had done a physical examination on the fifteen Han slaves that he had exchanged for. Some of the physical and bone injuries were treated, which greatly improved the labor ability and quality of life of these slaves, in exchange for the slaves' deep gratitude.
"Little Zhou, you're really kind," Abahai commented.
After many treatments, the physical condition of the female slave White Mouse No. 1 improved greatly. She was originally just a piece of trash that Uța gave to Zhou Qingfeng for free, but now she could do some light labor. As long as it had enough nutrients, its value would definitely increase significantly. The advantage of being old was that she was very familiar with the whole of Herculum. Zhou Qingfeng had even made her the leader of the group of five.
Although they were all slaves, only Zhou Qingfeng was capable of ordering a woman to command four men. At first, the male slaves were not used to it. They were even restless, resisting, and slacking off. Even 'Little White Mouse No.1' waved his hand repeatedly, feeling that it was inappropriate. However, Zhou Qingfeng did not hesitate to use his whip. Right now, his strength was quite great, and he whipped the servants until they rolled on the ground.
However, after the draw …
"From now on, your group will all be surnamed Sun, and you will worship Old Man Sun as your adoptive father. It was the old man who brought you here that gave you the good life you have now. You should be grateful. "In order to make it easier to manage, Zhou Qingfeng directly changed the names of his servants.
"Little White Mouse No.1, uh … It's you. You are the eldest sister among the five, so you are called Sun Yi. The others are your younger brothers, Sun Er, Sun San, Sun Si, and Sun Wu. It's simple and easy to remember, so it's settled. "
The five servants looked at each other. Zhou Qingfeng had forcefully made them into a family and even found them a adoptive father. This caused the servants, who only had a master in their hearts and no family, to suffer a huge psychological impact once again. Their original resistance slowly disappeared. They even cried silently after kneeling to Old Man Sun. Although they were still unfamiliar with each other, with a family, they could hug each other for warmth and take care of each other.
Zhou Qingfeng had discussed with Old Man Sun about recognizing a few adoptive sons and daughters. However, when the five servants knelt down and called him 'Father', he could not help but cry uncontrollably. He had no children for his entire life, so when he was about to die, someone called him 'Father'. This was also a great comfort in his heart.
"Good child, good child. However, 'One, Two, Three, Four, Five' is the name of the servants. It's better to name them 'Benevolence, Righteousness, Propriety, Wisdom, Trust'. "The old man wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes and blamed Zhou Qingfeng for randomly coming up with names that were not pleasant to hear. Zhou Qingfeng touched his nose and also felt that he was not as good as the ancient literati when it came to naming things.
Old Man Sun took out the sugar that Zhou Qingfeng had given him and melted it with boiling water. Each adoptive son and daughter drank a bowl. The sweet taste moistened their hearts, which was something they had never enjoyed before. From Sun Ren to Sun Xin, they were all sobbing uncontrollably.
People were emotional creatures. The more difficult the environment, the more emotional comfort and help they needed. Zhou Qingfeng's move directly touched the hearts of the people, making the isolated and helpless slaves gather together.
Seeing the Sun family crying and laughing, recognizing their adoptive father and drinking sugar water, the other two groups of slaves suddenly yearned for it. The days of being a servant were not good. They had no status and were beaten and scolded. Who didn't want to have a close family member to rely on?
The remaining two groups of ten slaves looked at Zhou Qingfeng with excited expressions. But Zhou Qingfeng said to them, "You haven't done well these days. There are laggards in each group.
If you want me to bestow you a surname and form a family, you have to supervise each other in the future and work hard. You can't be lazy during the day, and you have to work harder at night when I ask you to practice calligraphy. I, your master, am fair in rewards and punishments. I will not mistreat you, nor will I be merciful. "
How to discipline slaves was also a management skill, and Zhou Qingfeng really didn't know much about it. Abahai taught Zhou Qingfeng to use both kindness and severity, suggesting that they should be beaten before consoling. It was just like in ancient times, when a good girl was forced to become a prostitute, she would often find Master Gui to rape her. After destroying her sense of shame and honor, it would be easy to manage. After thinking about it, Zhou Qingfeng naturally came up with a more humane method, using kinship as a bond and authority as a stick.
That was why Abahai said that Zhou Qingfeng was kind-hearted, but it seemed that the current results were quite good. In just a few days, the group of brothers and sisters showed obvious enthusiasm for work, helping each other, and working efficiency was also high. As a comparison, the other two groups were also very active. They couldn't wait to get Zhou Qingfeng's approval.
"I like to use positive emotions to motivate people, and not use violence to oppress them. Don't understand? Alright, I am indeed kind-hearted, and I don't like to see people scream and cry. This is my management philosophy. "Zhou Qingfeng said," I only need to be in charge. "
Abahai only sneered at this. "That's too expensive, and most people don't have your ability. When you have more slaves in your hands, you have to use slaves to manage slaves. I don't believe that your slaves can learn this trick of yours. In the end, won't they still have to be whipped? "
Zhou Qingfeng frowned. "That's right … What you said is not without reason. No matter how good the policies from above are, it's useless if the people below can't implement them. So, I have to develop quickly so that my subordinates can be like me. These dozen people are my experimental fields, and I have to manage them well. "
Abahai thought that his mockery could make Zhou Qingfeng sober, but he did not expect that not only was Zhou Qingfeng not discouraged, but he was also full of energy. "What do you want to do?"
"I want to nurture talents." Zhou Qingfeng remembered teaching the refugees at the ferry to write when he first arrived in Hetuala. "I believe that even slaves need to be educated. As long as they are given a good environment, it won't be difficult for them to read and write."
"I sent someone to ask your Senior Brother Yang Jian. He said that you especially like to take care of the poor. He also said that you told stories to a group of illiterate slaves, and you were played by a slave that you specially took care of." Abahai continued to sneer. "Now it seems that your Senior Brother was right."
"Yang Jian is a fool. He knows nothing. If he really knew, he wouldn't have been played by me. " Zhou Qingfeng laughed happily when he talked about using Abahai's power to tell Yang Jian an ugly wife.
Yang Jian naturally would not speak of this kind of scandal publicly. Abahai also found out that this marriage was something that Zhou Qingfeng did behind her back. Even she was used by Zhou Qingfeng. For a moment, she glared at him and retorted angrily. "You Han people need more than ten years to read and write. I don't believe that you can teach these slaves for more than ten years."
"Five hundred Chinese characters are enough for daily conversation. If it's listening, speaking, reading, and writing, there are only two thousand commonly used Chinese characters. And I have a special education method that can greatly improve the efficiency of literacy. " Zhou Qingfeng was still full of confidence. "Three months. As long as you give me three months, I can at least cultivate a useful talent from these fifteen people. As long as I can cultivate one, it will be considered a success. "
Pfft … Abahai did not believe Zhou Qingfeng's words at all. Even Old Man Sun shook his head when he heard about this. 'It's already not bad to let a child memorize the Three Character Classic, the Hundred Family Names, and the Thousand Character Classic in three months. These slaves in front of me have missed the best period for learning. Teaching them to read and write is definitely half the result with twice the effort. '
Knowing that their master wanted to teach them to read and write, even the slaves under Zhou Qingfeng felt that he really had nothing better to do. Although the slaves did not dare to resist, they were not very active. On the other hand, Zhou Qingfeng was very excited about this. First, he had to settle a series of teaching aids, such as blackboards, writing boards, charcoal pens, teaching materials, and so on.
The blackboards and writing boards were easy to deal with. This Heculun was located deep in the forest, and there were large pieces of wood everywhere. Zhou Qingfeng's Army of Light Blade was especially sharp. He cut a few thick wooden piles into flat thin boards. The big ones were hung up as blackboards, and the small ones were used as writing boards for the slaves. The charcoal pens were even easier. Burning charcoal was not difficult.
As for teaching materials, it was a little troublesome. Zhou Qingfeng took some time to return to the Time Island and found an elementary school dictionary in the ruins. He used this dictionary as a teaching material and chose the simplest five hundred words from it as a foundation. He also wrote a very simple math lesson based on his memory. At least he summarized the knowledge of addition, subtraction, multiplication, division, and plane geometry.
Abahai was most curious about Zhou Qingfeng's lesson preparation process. She attacked him with all kinds of words, but in her heart, she was constantly paying attention to him. Because no matter how others attacked him, he would do it to the end was very intimidating. Abahai could not say it, but she subconsciously felt that a man like Zhou Qingfeng, who did not easily submit to others and worked tirelessly for success, was very charming.
This kid would definitely do things to the end if he wanted to do it, and there was no failure. This point alone was bound to attract attention.
Abahai would secretly read the dictionary that Zhou Qingfeng took out. Abahai would frown and try to figure out the teaching materials that Zhou Qingfeng wrote. Even if Zhou Qingfeng asked the slaves to burn charcoal, Abahai would rush to use it first. But no matter how she looked at it, she did not understand where Zhou Qingfeng got the confidence to let a dozen lowly slaves learn basic knowledge in three months.
When she saw that Zhou Qingfeng was ready, Abahai deliberately reminded him in a teasing tone, "There's something I have to tell you. Otherwise, you'll be too busy and forget about it. "
"What is it?"
"There's no food at home."
"What?"
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