Zhou Qingfeng did not return even when it was dark.
Abahai sent someone to the lumberyard outside the city to ask around, and found out that Zhou Qingfeng wanted the slaves to work in three shifts in order to increase their work efficiency. The ordinary slaves who did heavy labor would work one shift a day before resting, while the slave cadres who did light labor would work two shifts a day to solve the problem of a severe shortage of management personnel. The price was that their food consumption would double, but Zhou Qingfeng felt that it was worth it.
"I'll take you outside the city to find Little Zhou Qingfeng." Abahai felt more confident now that she had servants and maids from Hetuala. Her first thought was to show off in front of Zhou Qingfeng. But when this thought popped up, she was shocked. Since when did the great Jianzhou Grand Concubine care so much about that bad boy's opinion?
Daer Han had been ordered to find Zhou Qingfeng, and was interested in everything about him. When he heard about 'three shifts', he asked what it meant.
Abahai called for a maid to change her clothes, and after looking completely new, she seemed to have regained some of her former glory. Under the 'escort' of the Kulun soldiers, she led Daer Han out of the city to find Zhou Qingfeng. On the way, they talked about the 'three shifts' system.
"Little Zhou Qingfeng took pity on those slaves, and let them rest for two hours every four hours. They could stop after eight hours a day. But he wanted people to work on the site without interruption, so he divided all the slaves into three batches. They didn't stop even at night, and worked until dawn with torches lit. "
"We can rest after working for only eight hours a day?" Daer Han found it unbelievable. "I've never seen a master let their slaves do so little work. It's normal for them to work from morning to night."
Slaves, slaves, how could they be called slaves if they didn't work for more than ten hours a day? But Zhou Qingfeng only asked his slaves to work for eight hours, which was enough. Abahai snorted coldly. "You don't know how considerate that kid is to his slaves. They eat, drink, and sleep well. He said that instead of letting a bunch of listless slaves slack off for an entire day, it's better to let them work for eight hours energetically. "
Daer 'han still couldn't accept this. "If you don't work hard, just whip them. He even had to let them eat and drink well. How was this a slave? Besides, where would we find so much to eat and drink? "
Yes, in an era of low productivity, the key was that there was not enough food to support them. The root of slavery was to make most of the people at the bottom do low-wage labor in exchange for the luxurious lives of a small portion of the army and the upper echelons.
"Zhou brat doesn't have any food stored," Abahai explained. "He plans to train a strong army and go out to fight when winter comes. He was quite good at training soldiers and had many tricks up his sleeves. At least for now, those servants are quite convinced and willing to work for him. "
Once they left the city, they would reach the riverbank of the Songhua River. Across the riverbank, they could see the firelight of the sawmill on the other side. Abahai and the others crossed the river from the ferry. When they reached the other side, they found that the entire construction site was astonishingly large.
Under the illumination of the torches, the first thing they saw was rows of slaves marching towards a large cauldron. On both sides of the row of slaves, there were a few slaves holding leather whips maintaining order. When Daer 'han got closer to the' cauldron ', he discovered that it was actually a large water tank on a fire. There seemed to be fish being cooked inside, and the smell that came out was mixed with the strong smell of salt.
The slaves in the queue all stepped forward to drink a large bowl of fish soup. Abahai went to ask what was going on. Only then did he find out that these slaves had performed well during the day. Now that they were resting, they could drink an extra bowl of fish soup.
Daer 'han also asked for a bowl of fish soup. After drinking a mouthful, he shouted in surprise, "There's really salt! There's really salt in this soup! And there's a lot of it! This was also done by Zhou brat? Where did he get so much salt from? "
The dynasties of the Central Plains monopolized the salt industry and relied on the salt tax to obtain a large amount of wealth. The Jurchen tribes in the North viewed salt as an important method to control the slaves. They wouldn't take it out easily, nor would they generously give it to the slaves. When Zhou Qingfeng was in the Isolated Island of Time, he discovered that the canteen of the technical school had also been pulled in, and there was a large amount of refined salt stored inside.
Abahai knew a bit of inside information, but he only thought that it was Zhou Qingfeng's Sumeru Mustard Seed, so he didn't speak rashly. She continued to look for Zhou Qingfeng, and in the end, she found Grandpa Zhou, who was teaching dozens of slaves in a carelessly built straw shed.
Straw shed, muddy ground, pine oil torches, this was a completely different situation, but Zhou Qingfeng was in high spirits, as if he was in the middle of a world-class press conference. He stood on a dirt platform, turned on the 'electric speaker', and used extremely passionate words to educate the slaves.
"Drink water, you must drink boiled water. Don't drink muddy water, dirty water, even if it looks clean, it might be poisonous. The consequence of drinking water casually is diarrhea, and diarrhea will torment you to death. From today onwards, we have people who specialize in boiling water, so all of you must drink boiled water. If anyone doesn't drink boiled water, I will whip them and chase them away. "
"In the future, no one is allowed to defecate or urinate anywhere. In other words, if you want to defecate or pee, go to the latrine. Not only are your bad habits disgusting, you also spread diseases everywhere. Do you understand? You can't defecate or pee casually, you have to go to a special latrine. If I find you messing around, you will be whipped the first time, and chased away the second time. You can go back to the city and suffer. "
"You also have to remember the team you belong to, the company, the row, and the class, remember it all clearly. In the future, when you go out, you can't just run around randomly, you have to line up, you have to move with your classmates, and you have to obey my orders. "
"We'll talk about these three points today. Come, let's review. Whoever can repeat what I just said, I'll reward them. I'll give them sweet water to drink, sweet and fragrant sweet water, raise your hand if you want it. "
Zhou Qingfeng's' electric speaker 'was like thunder, it was impossible for the entire construction site not to hear it even if they didn't want to. Abahai and the others rushed over, and the accompanying maid subconsciously wanted to go and report. But Abahai stopped her, saying, "Don't go, this master has a strange temper. If you disturb his class, he'll get angry. "
Daer 'han also said, "There's no need to report, let's listen to what Little Zhou is doing."
On the stage, Zhou Qingfeng asked three times in a row, but there wasn't even a fart below. Helpless, he could only give the 'support' he had prepared in advance a look, and after a while, a hand timidly stretched out.
"Okay, a student raised his hand, quickly come up and answer," Zhou Qingfeng pulled the slave who raised his hand onto the stage, and even asked him to speak into the 'electric speaker'. When had the slave on the stage ever experienced such a scene? He was so scared that he was about to cry, stammering as he repeated the three points Zhou Qingfeng had just said, but he only said that he couldn't casually poop or pee, and forgot the other two points.
"This student, what's your name?"
"Brother Jin."
"Okay, although this student Jin Ge only said a few points, he was very brave. I really like such a brave student. Come, everyone, give him some encouragement, and drink some sweet water. " Zhou Qingfeng, who was on the stage, clapped his hands, and the slaves below him followed suit with a burst of sparse applause.
Jin Ge drank the sweet water that Zhou Qingfeng brought over while crying. After Jin Ge left, Zhou Qingfeng began to shout again, "Who else? Who else remembers the three points I just said? As long as you are brave enough to stand up and repeat it for everyone, I will reward you. "
Zhou Qingfeng shouted on the stage for a long time, and finally bewitched some of the braver slaves. These slaves were often young, greedy, and less wary of Zhou Qingfeng, so they dared to raise their hands. And no matter how they answered, as long as they went on stage, they would get sweet water to drink. And he had spent an hour repeating the three points he had made at the beginning.
Drink water.
Don't poop or pee anywhere.
Group action.
In order to strengthen these three points, Zhou Qingfeng could be said to have used all of his strength, and used all of his skills. As for the effect … As soon as he shouted the end of class, the slaves below the stage dispersed again.
Abahai took advantage of the end of class to go up to Zhou Qingfeng and asked, "What are you teaching? It doesn't seem to be useful. "
"You don't understand." Zhou Qingfeng grabbed his cup to moisten his throat. "Education isn't something that can be done in a day or two. I don't expect these slaves to become obedient after one lesson. I will set up strict discipline for them, and they will get used to the life I planned for them. And I also need to learn how to teach people, this kind of training is two-way. "
Abahai hated the words "you don't understand" from Zhou Qingfeng. Every time she heard these words, she could see Zhou Qingfeng's superior smile. She asked again, "You just told your servant to call you something? Aren't you a goat shell? "
Zhou Qingfeng immediately became furious. "Abahai, are you doing this on purpose? If you call me that again, I will sleep with you! "
Even though she knew that Zhou Qingfeng hated this title, Abahai still wanted to call him that. She also deliberately called the maids and servants behind her up, including Daerhan. She wanted to throw a tantrum at Zhou Qingfeng, even if she would be punished afterwards.
Daerhan was embarrassed to death, but when he saw Zhou Qingfeng, he didn't dare to call him "Little Zhou" anymore. Instead, he treated him like his master and kowtowed. Zhou Qingfeng avoided his kowtow and said, "I am not your master, don't kneel in front of me."
"You are already Lord Ekulun's shell, and someone that even the Great Khan values. You are also Daerhan's master." Daerhan still insisted on kneeling. After getting up, he bowed and said, "The Great Khan originally wanted to ask you to go back, but Chu Ying Baylor didn't agree. The Great Khan then asked me to bring a painter over, saying that he wants to paint a portrait of you and see you with his own eyes. "
Daerhan spoke politely, but his words were half-truths.
"Paint a portrait of me?" Zhou Qingfeng's thoughts had always been strange. He said excitedly, "Good, good, painting a portrait of me is wonderful. Where is the painter? "
The painter was a young man. When he saw Zhou Qingfeng, he knelt down as usual. When Zhou Qingfeng asked him how he wanted to paint, he replied that he wanted to paint a boring half-body portrait of himself sitting upright.
"Half-body portrait?" Zhou Qingfeng was thinking of those half-body portraits of the Manchurian Qing emperors that were ugly, lacking in dignity, and even more boring. He immediately shook his head and said, "No, no, you can't paint me like that. You have to paint me a nice one. "
What could be nice about a portrait?
The painter looked confused. He saw Zhou Qingfeng run over and ride his goat puppet over. He made a pose in front of everyone, 'Front hooves in the air, back hooves on the ground, one hand holding the reins, the other waving'.
"See? Just paint me like this. " Zhou Qingfeng's posture of 'riding a sheep, leaping with great vigor' could not be maintained for long, but he had a further request. "Don't draw my sheep. Think of this sheep as a horse. That's right, I also need a red cloak. Do you know how to paint a cloak? You have to make me look nice. If it looks ugly, I'll chop off your head. "
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