After Zhou Qingfeng opened the skill of firing pottery, a guest came early the next morning. This man was of medium build, slightly stooped, and was accompanied by many servants. As the chief steward of the tribe, Old Man Sun even had to personally lead the way for him, smiling obsequiously.
When the guest arrived at the entrance of Zhou Qingfeng's courtyard, he curiously looked around. This was because the courtyard that was originally Guigu Nabizi's courtyard had recently changed greatly. The courtyard had been expanded, and there were a few more simple rooms. Two drainage ditches were dug on the ground, and even two latrines were specially built.
In addition to the living facilities, the recently built production facilities in the courtyard were also very eye-catching. The kiln that caused a sensation in the whole city was emitting smoke, and the kiln was firing pottery and pottery bricks. The production of pottery was very simple, and even elementary school students could complete it. It only needed water and clay, and the materials could be found everywhere.
Several servants were putting the wet clay on the rotating pottery plate for processing. There were a few wooden trays on the ground, and on them were the semi-finished products that had already been shaped. They were all simple clay bowls, clay basins, clay jars, and other containers. Although these inconspicuous things did not have any technical content, it would be very troublesome if they did not have them in daily life.
The processed clay semi-finished products would first be dried in the shade, and then sent to the kiln for sintering. After being equipped with bellows, preheating pools, smoke pipes, and other ancillary facilities, the temperature of the fire in the kiln could be maintained at about 1,000 to 1,200 degrees, which was basically enough for the firing of pottery. If this thing was further improved, it could be used to smelt iron.
In addition to the semi-finished products that were being produced, there were also some finished pottery placed in a corner. From time to time, people would come in and move them away. Obviously, they were all business deals, and these were goods to be delivered.
The esteemed guest didn't walk straight into the courtyard. Instead, he curiously approached the simple and crude kiln. It was only after he had finished observing the production process of a pottery jar that he turned around and asked Old Man Sun in Manchu, "I want to buy these slaves and build a kiln for burning pottery."
Old Man Sun immediately smiled awkwardly and said, "Reporting to Dashan Beizi, you have to ask Young Master Zhou about this. These slaves are personally trained by him. Even if you want to sell them, the price is not low. He's right next door. We can go look for him. "
"The price is negotiable. Just name your price." The guest nodded and walked toward the courtyard of the main house where Zhou Qingfeng lived. A servant had already gone to inform him. Zhou Qingfeng cheerfully came out from inside to welcome him. He cupped his fists and said some pleasantries. Both sides could not understand each other, so they needed Old Man Sun to translate for them.
"This is Beizi Dashan, the uncle of Division Leader Uța. This is Little Cultivator Zhou from the Ming Kingdom. He's proficient in the treatment of external injuries. He will definitely be able to alleviate Master Bei Zi's old injuries. "Old Man Sun introduced Zhou Donghuang. Zhou Qingfeng then led this Dashan Beizi into the courtyard of the main house.
When they arrived at the main house, it was another story. The original muddy floor was now covered with a layer of fine sand and pebbles. It was much smoother to step on, and there wasn't as much dust on it. This alone made Dashan Beizi very surprised. Moreover, the front and back of the house were very clean. The damaged places were being repaired, and the living conditions had been greatly improved.
Dashan Beizi fell in love with this place at first glance. He even left Zhou Qingfeng alone and looked inside and outside the courtyard. Then, he loudly praised Zhou Qingfeng and grinned. Old Man Sun translated from the side, "Dashan Beizi said that your house is very good. The house is very bright, the windows are open, the toilet is not smelly, and the kitchen is also very clean. He likes your place."
Because building materials were very expensive and lacking, most of the buildings in ancient times were short. Those who knew how to build houses were even more talented. They were definitely not ordinary craftsmen. Their social status was quite high.
Hearing people praise him for repairing the house, Zhou Qingfeng had a smile on his face, but he said, "How is my house good? I feel wronged even when I live here. Didn't this guy come to seek medical treatment? Why did he come here like a bumpkin to see something new? What is he trying to do? "
Old Man Sun also smiled bitterly. "There are not many people in this city who know how to repair houses. Even Division Leader Uța's house isn't much better. Your house can't be compared to anyone else in the city in terms of cleanliness. These two days, you have also made all the houses big wooden windows. Others can't compare to you in terms of transparency.
Your courtyard is also very good. The drainage ditch for sewage is also something that others don't have. In short, there are many small things that are done well. The whole house makes people feel comfortable. In comparison, Dashan Beizi's house can only be called a pig's nest. Now, not only has he taken a fancy to your house, he has also taken a fancy to the slaves you have trained. Just now, he asked me how he can buy them. "
Dashan Beizi was unceremoniously trying out Zhou Qingfeng's brick bed. This brick bed had just been refurbished. It was covered with a layer of wooden boards and a layer of relatively soft rattan mat.
In order to weave this rattan mat, Boss Abahai had put in a lot of effort. Jianzhou's Grand Concubine, who never had her fingers stained with mud, was forced to use her brain to think of a way. She chose the finest and toughest materials to weave the first piece of handicraft in her life. At this moment, Dashan Beizi was lying on the brick bed and rolling on the rattan mat happily. Fortunately, Abahai was not at home. Otherwise, he would have been angered to death.
Zhou Qingfeng rolled his eyes at this, but he quickly thought of an idea. He asked Old Man Sun, "You said that Dashan Beizi likes this house. If I were to sell this house to him, how much should I ask for?"
Sell the house?
Old Man Sun found Zhou Qingfeng's train of thought very strange. He could not help but remind him, "This courtyard is a rare piece of good land in Herculum City. It's in an excellent location, and it'll be gone once you sell it. Where do you live? "
"This broken house is so rustic. What's so good about it? If I sell it, I can build another one. As long as there are enough people, I can build a better house elsewhere. The key is, how much can this Beizi pay? You know, I'm short of money recently. I'm even starting to lack food and drink at home. Abahai had to use Chu Ying's tiger skin to lead people out of the city to collect wild fruits and game. "
Old Man Sun could not help but admire Zhou Qingfeng's courage. However, he still shook his head and said, "There is no good place in Heculun. If you build a house, you can only build it in the periphery and live with the slaves. If you want to build a house outside the city, it will be too dangerous. Heculun is remote, and there are many mountain spirits and wild monsters. Moreover, the other wild women tribes will come to disturb from time to time. "
Heculun was already very remote, but in fact, there were more remote and poorer primitive tribes in the north. Living in the city would at least have some protection. Outside the city, he would really have to rely on himself.
However, Zhou Qingfeng's thinking was different from Old Man Sun's. He looked at his courtyard and said, "This place is too small, and this city is too poor. It can't accommodate me. I have to go outside and develop. "
Old Man Sun did not understand what Zhou Qingfeng was thinking, but seeing that he was determined, he could only sigh and nod. "That's right. It's useless to be trapped in this city for a lifetime. There's nothing you can't bear to give up now. Finding a way to go out is the right way. You treat this Beizi Dashan first. I'll talk to him about the house.
This Beizi Dashan is the brother of the previous Heculun tribe leader. He was originally a Beilei. It's just that his family has declined in recent years, and his title has been demoted. However, he still has a lot of slaves and wealth in his hands. It's enough for you to make a lot of money from him. "
Zhou Qingfeng understood and waited for Old Man Sun to call Dashan over. This Beizi Dashan had a happy face. When he heard that Zhou Qingfeng was going to start treating him, he directly took off his leather robe, revealing a deep and long scar on his back. Then, he began to curse in Manchu.
Zhou Qingfeng did not understand, but after opening his Heavenly Eye, he stretched out his hand to understand the details of this injury. Old Man Sun translated, "The injury on Dashan's back was left more than twenty years ago. All these years, he has been in unbearable pain. He has not even been able to go to the battlefield, so he has not been able to make contributions and seize the slaves and wealth."
Several of the muscles and tendons on Dashan's back had been cut off. An ordinary person would have died a long time ago after suffering such a blow. For Dashan to be able to endure it, it showed that his physical quality was excellent and his martial arts were extraordinary. And the person who had cut him was also very powerful. Zhou Qingfeng could not help but ask, "Who did this?"
"It was Chu Ying."
This sentence did not need to be translated. Zhou Qingfeng also understood.
Old Man Sun explained, "More than twenty years ago, Jianzhou had attacked Heculun. Chu Ying Baylor was still young at that time, and he destroyed Dashan, who had a promising future, on his first battle. But because Chu Ying was so ruthless and powerful, these wild women of Heculun were really afraid of him, but at the same time, they admired him. "
Zhou Qingfeng had already begun to imbue his light-attribute spiritual energy, using his consciousness on the wound on Dashan's back from more than twenty years ago. This shocking wound began to rupture, bleed, and grow new granulation, blood vessels, and meridians. The flesh that had been cut apart began to close together and slowly heal.
Zhou Qingfeng's cultivation was still shallow, and the amount of spiritual energy he had was still very insufficient. When Dashan's wound had healed by about a quarter, he found it difficult to continue and had to stop. When he explained the situation, Dashan himself slowly stood up, tried to straighten his back, and let out a series of sighs.
Old Man Sun translated, "Dashan said that his back had been bent for more than twenty years, and today, he can finally straighten it a little. He also said that if he hadn't been stabbed more than twenty years ago, the position of Heculun's Tribe Leader wouldn't have fallen to Uța today. He is thanking you, and said that he will definitely repay you. He asked you what you want. "
Hahaha … Zhou Qingfeng loved it when others repay him. What he wanted the most was naturally slaves who could speak the Han language, and human resources were the most precious. However, there were too few Han slaves in Heculun, so he simply included Jurchen slaves, Mongolian slaves, and Korean slaves, as long as they could speak the Han language.
Dashan nodded in agreement, and agreed to pay with slaves as the consultation fee. Old Man Sun then took the opportunity to talk about how good Zhou Qingfeng's house was, which made Dashan sigh again, and caused the latter to take the initiative to say that he wanted to buy it.
At first, Zhou Qingfeng naturally kept shaking his head, and then he talked about the various difficulties he faced in Heculun — he was unfamiliar with the people and the place, he didn't have enough slaves under him, he didn't have enough houses to live in, he had zero assets, he had no progress in his cultivation, his martial arts skills were terrible, and he wouldn't be able to gather the manpower and resources needed for war in the future.
In short, he was crying about being poor, saying that he had a lot of trouble, and it sounded like he was going to die soon.
Dashan immediately expressed that he was willing to help. …
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