Rakshin jumped up with a snort, bent down and pulled out a sharp knife with a bull's ear from the boot! This guy threw the knife from his left hand to his right hand, and then from his right hand to his left hand, and threw the knife more than a dozen times alternately with each other, and also put the blade on his tongue and licked it.

Ren Laifeng watched from afar, just like watching a lively one that had nothing to do with him, without any mood fluctuations in his heart. It's just a Mongolian reckless man, let alone holding a knife, even if he is holding a Mongolian scimitar in his hand, he can't be Feng Wenying's opponent.

The difference between a martial arts master with rich combat experience and a reckless man with only brute strength is like the difference between a hungry wolf and a big goat. Don't look at the fact that two animals are almost the same size, but one can only be reduced to food for the other. A goat can never be an opponent of a wolf.

The truth is just as Ren Laifeng thought. After Lakshen warmed up and prepared, Feng Wenying lightly raised his feet, and kicked Lakshen, who was holding a sharp knife, out five meters away with a single kick with a move that was twice as fast and ten times more beautiful than Lakshen kicked the thin boy. The sharp knife of the ox ear was also thrown, and the man also fell to the ground.

The fierce genes in the blood of the Mongolian man were manifested in Lakshen at this moment, and he saw this Mongolian strong man turn over and get up, pick up the bull's ear sharp knife and scream again, and pounced on Feng Wenying like an enraged bull!

"Bang!" Feng Wenying's body spun and kicked Lakshen out of a few meters away again with a more beautiful whirlwind kick!

Lakshin got up, picked up the knife and put it up again, and was kicked away by Feng Wenying's beautiful kick. Knocked down four times in a row, Laksin never pounced on it again. Knowing that the gap between the two is huge, it would not be brave to rush up and be beaten again, but something wrong with the brain. Lakshin's intelligence is obviously still within the realm of normal people.

"No more fighting, no fighting!" Laksin threw the sharp knife and waved his hand continuously, indicating that he had conceded defeat. "Strong guest, I throw in the towel. Why did you kick me just now? "That's what Laksin desperately wants to know after he loses, what did I do? Why are you kicking me here? The three kicks that were later taken can be understood as a battle between two people, but why was the first blow?

"Why did you hit him?" Feng Wenying did not answer Lakshen's question, but instead asked Lakshen the same question. She was referring to the small, dark man. Now I can see that the man has grown a beard, and it is obvious that he is not a child anymore, but he is relatively small.

"Him?" Laxin looked at the thin black boy with a stunned expression, "He did something wrong, of course I have to teach him a lesson." He is a slave cub of my family, shouldn't I teach him a lesson? ”

Well, this touched on the social system of Mongolia at that time. In the early 40s, Inner Mongolia was still a serfdom society, and it was normal for nobles, big herdsmen, or big families to raise a few or even dozens or hundreds of slaves.

Slaves are the private property of slave owners, and everything they have, including their lives, is at the mercy of slave owners, just like the cats and dogs that modern people have at home. Slave owners do not have to bear any legal responsibility for killing slaves, and it is indeed common for slave owners to beat slaves.

Feng Wenying still wanted to argue, but Ren Laifeng hurriedly went up and grabbed him. Anyone who tries to improve a social system and bring it to a higher stage is a great man. It's like Dayu's son Qi brought primitive humans into a slave society, Qin Shi Huang ended slavery and entered feudalism, and Sun Yat-sen single-handedly ended China's 2,000-year-old feudal society.

Ren Laifeng never thought of himself as a great man, and he didn't want to be like Xia Qi or Qin Shi Huang at all. Therefore, when he found that he was involved in something that probably involved the very roots of slavery, he instinctively avoided it.

"Yingying, this is someone's private matter, let's leave it alone!" Seeing that Feng Wenying was still unconvinced, Ren Laifeng had to explain more: "Mongolia is different from our mainland, you can't use our standards to measure the people here." Do you know how to follow the local customs? When you come to other people's territory, you must respect their customs and habits. ”

Although Feng Wenying is still not very satisfied with these so-called customs and habits, she prefers to believe that what Ren Laifeng said is a wise saying. Ren Laifeng came forward to persuade him, but Feng Wenying did not continue to investigate, and the matter was understood here.

Seeing that Feng Wenying, Fu Erchong and others listened to their words, their faces were not very good, Ren Laifeng felt that he couldn't just forget it, he had to do something more. At the very least, you have to make your own people feel comfortable.

"Brother Lakshin," Ren Laifeng walked over and took Rakshen's hand, looking at this Mongolian man with a sincere face, "Since these people are working for you, why don't you treat them well?" "Ren Laifeng is still referring to the black and thin slave. The boy had already sat up, as if he had been injured a little, and sat down on the ground holding his ribs and humming quietly.

Lakshen looked at the black thin boy, and then at Ren Laifeng, with a blank face. It seems that he doesn't quite understand why he should be kind to these disobedient slaves.

"It's like you're feeding a horse, and you want it to run fast and not feed it concentrate? And your sheep, you want it to produce more sheep milk and lambs, and not take it to a place with abundant water and grass to graze? ”

"Uh-huh." Lakshin nodded frequently, deeply agreeing with what Ren Laifeng said.

"What about slaves? If you want them to work more and do a good job, you have to improve their food. Only by letting them eat meat often and wear leather jackets when it is cold, can you get sick less, work more, and raise more sheep. Do you understand? ”

"Understood, understood." Rakshen's eyes grew brighter and brighter. It's not just him, the slave owners who heard Ren Laifeng talking next to him all showed a sudden realization, it turns out that being kind to the slave cubs can still have such a big benefit!

"But if the sheep don't produce milk and can't give birth to lambs, I usually slaughter them and eat them. You can't do that to the slaves, right? "Laxon is a little unsure. The slave owners on the side also looked at Ren Laifeng curiously, they wanted to hear how the great philosopher solved this problem.

Ren Laifeng's face turned a little blue. "Of course not! A slave is also a human being, what is the difference between a man and a beast if he eats man? We are noble people, not wolves that eat raw meat, nor low-level reptiles that devour each other! Do you understand noble people? In the end, Ren Laifeng couldn't help but roar loudly.