In order to avoid the crowd watching the bustle, Gu Yuanwei and the three of them deliberately came out of the back door of the medical hall. Zhou Qingfeng walked in front with his head held high, holding a sugar gourd in his hand as a snack, very spirited. And behind him, the cheap master and the senior brother carried the two hundred taels of silver he earned, and they all looked at him like monsters.

Eight-year-old Zhou Qingfeng is more than one meter three points tall, this height far exceeds the size of children of the same age in the late Ming Dynasty, and others believe him at the age of eleven or twelve. But his face is really the appearance of an eight-year-old child, very pink, and happy.

Yang Jian, who was behind, asked Gu Yuanwei in a low voice, "Master, how many stunts are hidden in my junior brother?" Could there be anything else out of the ordinary? After all, this is a gap of 400 years. ”

With the scene just now, Gu Yuanwei also fell into deep thought, frowned, and asked faintly after a while: "With us now, what was it like four hundred years ago?" ”

Based on the 43rd year of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty, push forward 400 years?

Yang Jian scratched his chin and pondered: "Four hundred years ago, it should have been during the Southern Song Dynasty, when the Mengyuan Dynasty had not yet risen, and the Jin Kingdom was still there." Compared to ...... now, it doesn't seem to be much different. ”

The development of ancient societies was very slow, and even regressed. Although there are differences between the Southern Song Dynasty and the late Ming Dynasty, from Gu Yuanwei's point of view, this difference has not yet reached the point of earth-shattering. After all, the clothes are still silk and satin, the food is still grains, the residence is also made of bricks and wood, the writing is still pen, ink, paper and inkstone, the battle is still swords, guns and halberds, and the long journey is still thousands of rivers and mountains.

At least there have been emperors for the past 400 years.

Gu Yuanwei and Yang Jian could never have imagined that in the four hundred years after the end of the Ming Dynasty, human civilization had made unimaginable progress. Nine days to catch the moon, down to the four seas to catch turtles, myths have become a reality, people's thinking has undergone tremendous changes. And at this moment, looking at the smug appearance of the cute Zhou Qingfeng, the master and apprentice couldn't figure out his details at all.

"Aomine's apprentice ......."

"Master, what's the matter?"

"Are sugar gourds delicious?"

"It's delicious."

"Have you eaten this before?"

"I've eaten it."

"How many thaumaturgy do you have to perform casually like just now?"

"Well...... in fact, I touched it blindly. If there's anything else I can do to show my skills, I don't know. ”

Asking in vain, Gu Yuanwei quickly gave up. If he asks about any terrible chances, he is the unlucky one. The three of them left the medical hall and did not return to the inn, but took the greeting post of the famous doctor Liu of the medical hall to have a relationship with some monks in Fushun City. Submit a prayer post first, describe your identity, and if the main family is interested in seeing it, you will naturally arrange the time. Meetings are usually delayed by a few days.

In order to hide his whereabouts, Gu Yuanwei deliberately chose an inconspicuous small inn to settle in. But now that I have to interact with the monks in the city, I naturally can't live in such a dilapidated place. The three of them rented a courtyard in the city and moved in, and even hired a few servants and servants to take care of their daily lives. In view of Zhou Qingfeng's importance, the hired people are counted as serving him exclusively.

With 'Chunyang Dan', Gu Yuanwei's injuries were alleviated. But in order to be truly healed, another way is needed. So in recent days, he took Yang Jian out every day, looking for people who could treat his injuries. He went out early and returned late, his expression was as usual, and Zhou Qingfeng couldn't figure out the specific situation.

And the cheap master and senior brother are too busy to be at home, and Zhou Qingfeng is so happy that no one cares about him. In order to win over, Gu Yuanwei spent all the two hundred taels earned by the medical hall, and he could do a lot of things with money in his hands. The first thing to do is to buy books – books are the ladder of human progress, and cultural knowledge is obtained from books.

Before Zhou Qingfeng came to the end of the Ming Dynasty, he had a little bit of history, he knew that he was in Fushun, and he also knew that the wild boar skin was in Hetuala. And what is the straight-line distance between the two cities? It's unbelievable to say it, it's less than 80 kilometers. If there is a highway and one foot on the accelerator, Zhou Qingfeng can go to the wild boar skin to drink tea within an hour.

Hungry wolf-like enemies are blocked at the doorstep, and no one will feel good. In order to deal with the struggle that is destined to occur in the future, Zhou Qingfeng's first thing to do is not to recruit troops, but to find out the environment he is in—if he can't fight that day and wants to escape, he must know where it is convenient to escape.

The first thing that was collected was "Liaodong Local Chronicles", Zhou Qingfeng opened it and found that this traditional Chinese was like a book from heaven to him, with no punctuation in the vertical row, and he couldn't understand it at all.

No, you have to find someone who can understand it first. For this reason, Zhou Qingfeng asked the servant women around him to help him find a teaching gentleman, and negotiated a monthly salary of three taels - this salary was okay in Liaodong at the end of the Ming Dynasty.

Half a day later, the servant woman of the family brought a young man in his twenties to Zhou Qingfeng. This man was dressed in a long robe, with cloth shoes on his feet, and his hair was tied with a crown, and although he was a little thin, he was still dignified, and he looked like a Sven.

When the servant woman brought the young man in, she also praised: "This is the child of our neighborhood, who knows the root and is honest." He is literate and eloquent, and can write letters, which is just right for the young master to read. ”

"My name is Zhou Qingfeng, what do you call this brother?" Zhou Qingfeng stepped forward and arched his hand, and the appearance of the little adult was very neat.

The young man who brought it was very restrained, raised his hand and said: "My surname is Wang, Wang Kunpeng, the word ......, the word Feiyu." ”

"Ah, Kunpeng? Good name. Are you Mr. Teaching? ”

"I'm ......, Mr. Storyteller."

What's ......, this is a word difference, a big difference.

Zhou Qingfeng was stunned for a moment, and turned his head to look at the servant woman who led the people. That Wang Kunpeng immediately lowered his head with a flushed face, and said: "I have been studying for several years, and I wanted to go to Shenyang County to study for a few years, but I have not been able to pass the county examination. The family has no money, so they can only come out to find a living, and it just so happens that the neighborhood aunt said that there is a young master here to find a companion to study ....... ”

After talking for a long time, this Wang Kunpeng's head became lower and lower, and his body was shorter than Zhou Qingfeng. Zhou Qingfeng was angry and funny about this person, because he couldn't even pass the county exam, so don't say anything about showing off his talents, he is not even a child, at most he is a schoolboy.

Wang Kunpeng said a lot, and at the end there was only one sentence: 'If it doesn't work, forget it, I'll go back to the teahouse to tell the story.' ’

Zhou Qingfeng rolled his eyes, thinking that there were really few literate scholars in the late Ming Dynasty, and the literati in the north were far inferior to those in the south. The city of Fushun is simply a cultural desert, and I wanted to find a teacher, but a storyteller came.

But if you really find an old pedant with a high spirit, I'm afraid that I won't be able to cooperate with Zhou Qingfeng, but at the moment, this posture is low, maybe it's easier to get along. He didn't want to study and test his talents, but only asked: "Are you literate?" ”

"That's nature, I've read all four books and five classics." Wang Kunpeng's head lifted a little.

Zhou Qingfeng brought "Liaodong Local Chronicles", "Can you understand this book?" ”

"Of course I do." Wang Kunpeng's head was raised again, and in order to prove that he was not lying, he opened it casually and read a paragraph.

This has already reached Zhou Qingfeng's minimum standard, and he asked again, "Do you understand 'chickens and rabbits in the same cage'?" ”

At this time, Wang Kunpeng expressed his surprise, straightened his back and asked Zhou Qingfeng: "Young master, do you still know that 'chickens and rabbits are in the same cage'?" If the young master wants to go to school, it is better to be enlightened from a thousand words, a hundred family names, and three characters. In the future, reading classics such as "University" and "Spring and Autumn" is the right way to take the imperial examination. Don't read as many miscellaneous books as you are below, the sun and the moon will delay you for life. ”

Listening to Wang Kunpeng actually persuade himself in turn, Zhou Qingfeng was really ridiculous, "Don't talk nonsense, it's you." Let's start counting the first day today, and read with me. Read this book "Liaodong Local Chronicles" first, I need to know the mountains and rivers here. ”

Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng didn't listen to him, this brother, who was not even a child, was anxious, and persuaded again: "Young master, listen to me." When I take it as a lesson, it is because I read too many miscellaneous books, as a result, my parents wept, relatives ridiculed, and I couldn't raise my head when I went out, so I had to tell books for a living.

Every day, I stand in the teahouse and wine shop in this green robe, and I am so ashamed to see my classmates passing by in the past, and I can't wait to get into the ground. Young master, you are still young and don't understand what it's like, I can't bear to see you follow my mistakes, please listen to my kind words. You should hire a famous teacher, make some friends, and don't get close to a waste like me.

Young master, you are solemn, Wang can't bear to hurt you, so he leaves. ”

This Wang Kunpeng actually flicked his sleeves very chicly, turned around and left with tears in the corners of his eyes, and the servant woman who brought him was so anxious that she stomped her feet. Zhou Qingfeng was stunned for a few seconds at the back of the two fools, and shouted, "Are you fucking stupid in reading?" Do you still want three or two months? ”

Wang Kunpeng, who held his head high, was about to step out of the gate of Zhou Qingfeng's courtyard with one foot, and when he heard 'three, two, and one month', he woke up like a big dream, and then drooped his head and turned back and said one word - think.

"If you want to make money, be honest, and talk less fucking nonsense. Come to ...... and tell me about the surrounding towns, roads, checkpoints and terrain in Fushun. Zhou Qingfeng slammed "Liaodong Local Chronicles" on the table, which was quite imposing.

Wang Kunpeng wilted again, lowered his head and began to tell Zhou Qingfeng about the history of Fushun and the geographical terrain related to history, "Fushun City is located on the north bank of the Hunhe River, under Gaoer Mountain. Fushun Qianhu belongs to Shenyang Zhongwei, the official ridge east of the city set up Fushun Pass, build the east of Liaodong border wall and border fort. In the south of Fushun City, there are Dongzhou Fort, Magendan Fort, Sanyang Yubao .......

There are more than 1,500 soldiers in Fushun Thousand Households, who are divided into the city and the surrounding military forts. According to the military system of the national dynasty, seventy percent of them are cultivated, and three percent are garrisoned. However, now the military system has long collapsed, and most of the military families have fled in poverty. Now the soldiers in the city are only the family members around the generals, and the number of people added up is at most a hundred. ”

"Such an important town in eastern Liaodong is actually defended by at most a hundred families? So what are the patrolmen I see on a daily basis? What if there is an attack from outside? Zhou Qingfeng bought white paper and charcoal, and began to draw a topographical map of Fushun's surroundings according to Wang Kunpeng's description, marking cities, mountains, rivers, and villages. Hearing that the defense of this city was so thin, it was hard to say with surprise.

"Patrolling the city are all old and weak military households who have nowhere to escape, and they live day by day. There were indeed not many people defending the entire Qianhu Institute, and if there was an attack by a foreign enemy, he could only count on the Liaodong chief military officer in Shenyang to send someone to save him. Wang Kunpeng said that this is not unusual.

Zhou Qingfeng could only sigh and say no more, and continued to draw a map of Fushun. Just when he was troubled by the poor brushwork of his soul painter, Wang Kunpeng began to be surprised on the sidelines.

Master, you can still draw?

Young master, the words you wrote are missing strokes.

Master, this is the map you drawn?

Master, it's getting dark. I'll go home first, and I'll come back tomorrow.

Young master, you still care about my dinner? Isn't the money for this meal deducted from the monthly silver?

Young master, do you eat three meals a day, and you also eat white rice?

Master, do you eat a roast chicken in one meal?

Young master, this half of the roast chicken is mine?

Master, you still light candles and read at night?

Young master, you are probably the legendary rich man, right?