Coming out of the ferry warehouse, Zhou Qingfeng circled around the land. It's August now, and he really doesn't want to waste precious time at a broken ferry. Since you're here in Hetuala, let's go in early and meet Nurhachi.

It rained a little in the morning, and the mud at the ferry became sloppy.

The corpse of the innkeeper who had just been executed was not cold, and the surrounding Jurchens were all frightened when they saw Zhou Qingfeng, knowing that this little master could not be offended. Wherever he goes, someone will kneel and kowtow.

Zhou Qingfeng walked around the ferry, and Leng Buding saw the wandering ghost Xiu Jia Gang wandering around a few days ago. As soon as this guy emerged in the crowd, he saw Zhou Qingfeng and immediately dodged, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Zhou Qingfeng frowned, and didn't care about this guy.

The ferry is a major transportation route, and Hetuara is the capital of the state, so a large number of daily necessities need to be transported here and then sent to the city. Many people at the ferry port made a living by carrying goods, and Mao Ada, who had not been recruited by the Jurchen officials two days before, was working as a porter, bending down to carry a heavy bundle of firewood to the boat at the ferry—in ancient times, fuel was very valuable.

Mao Ada's walk in front, and his wife is behind to help support. The couple stepped barefoot in the mud, their feet slipped and they didn't stand firmly, and hundreds of catties of dry firewood fell down and scattered to the ground. The Jurchens who commanded the transport were immediately furious, and stepped forward with a whip in their hands. Mao Ada fell to the ground and shrunk his legs and hugged his head, screaming miserably, and his wife threw herself on him and received several whips.

Zhou Qingfeng couldn't understand the Jurchens' angry scolding, but he was angry that his compatriots were beaten. He rushed up and yelled a few times. The Jurchen who was whipping saw that it was a child and didn't care, but when the person next to him said a few words, he immediately bowed his head with a respectful face and slowly retreated.

"Thank you, little master, thank you, little master." Mao Adaa turned over and got up, and hurriedly pulled his wife to kneel down and kowtow to Zhou Qingfeng.

The queue to carry firewood was very long, and there were many people, and the Jurchens who waved the whip went to smoke others again. There are also other people who are whipped and wailing, but Zhou Qingfeng is full of grief and indignation, but he feels that he is powerless, and it is good that he can protect one of them. Zhou Qingfeng said to Mao Ada: "Take a break, I see that you have no strength." ”

Mao Ah Da was collecting the scattered wood on the ground with his wife, and said with a wry smile: "The little master doesn't know, we poor people don't have food if we don't work." ”

"Alas...... you wait." Zhou Qingfeng turned around and went back to the warehouse. A few days ago, he spent a few copper plates to sell two sweet potatoes, and today when Abahai left, he still left a few steamed buns on the table. No one in the warehouse had the courage to touch those white-flour steamed buns again, Zhou Qingfeng took a few and handed them to Mao Adao: "Eat." ”

Mao Ada's hands were dirty, and when he took the white-flour steamed bun, he was grateful. He was about to kneel and kowtow again, but Zhou Qingfeng stopped him and said, "Don't kneel, you won't be able to eat if it's dirty." ”

"No, no." Mao Ah happily stuffed the steamed bun into his mouth, ate one in two bites, and kept the rest and stuffed it into his tattered clothes. And his wife stood by and was still hungry. Mao Ada didn't mean to give her the slightest.

"Your wife hasn't eaten yet." Zhou Qingfeng felt as if he wanted to be reminded. He hadn't seen this woman eat for a few days. She was thin and small, and followed behind Mao Ah Da like a numb puppet.

"She's not working, she's not hungry." Mao Ah laughed and said, "Besides, how can a woman's family eat white noodles?" What should I do if my mouth is raised? Just let her drink some water later. ”

Just drink some water? This is too much to treat women as human beings. She fled into exile just like you, and she endured the same hardships. If something happens, she's still protecting you. Why is she not hungry?

"When was the last time she ate?" Zhou Qingfeng asked, and for no reason there was a rush of anger in his heart.

"Last ......, I gave her some last night."

"Then give her another one now."

"Little master, she's really not hungry."

"Are you going to be whipped? I said give it to her! Zhou Qingfeng was really angry. He just doesn't understand that this Mao Ah Da is also a poor person, and he can open his eyes and say nonsense that his thin wife is not hungry.

Mao Adaa was frightened by Zhou Qingfeng's sharp child's voice, and hurriedly took out a steamed bun to hand to his wife. It's just that when he handed it out, he was reluctant, and a steamed bun was divided into two pieces and only half was given.

Seeing the steamed buns, Mao's wife's throat kept swallowing saliva. Half a steamed bun was in her hand, and she ate it faster than Mao Ada, obviously very hungry. But she didn't come over in one breath, choked, and some steamed bun crumbs sprayed on the ground.

Mao Ah was furious when he saw it, and raised his hand to slap his wife's head and scolded: "You dead mother-in-law, this is white noodles, good fine food." You can't eat anything in your mouth, why don't you die? ”

Mao Ada's wife was so thin that she only had a skeleton left, and she was slapped down. Mao Ah Dayou didn't understand his hatred, and raised his foot and kicked him in the head. His wife hugged her head and didn't dare to bite, so she endured it silently.

This sudden beating made Zhou Qingfeng's heart panic, and he shouted irritably: "Enough, I said enough." ”

Mao Ada's hand stopped, and although he cowered, he didn't understand and argued: "Little master, I'm teaching my wife a lesson." This woman is to be taught, otherwise she will make mistakes. ”

Mao Ada's wife was lying on the ground and still shivering, and Zhou Qingfeng's originally good mood was gone. He said to Mao Ada with a cold face: "Help her up and give her the remaining half of the steamed bun to eat." ”

"Do you want to feed her?" Mao Ada was obviously unhappy but did not dare to resist. He helped his wife up, and with a gloomy face, he touched the other half of the steamed buns that had just been separated. But his wife shook her hand and didn't dare to take it. She even hid behind Mao Ah Da to prevent Zhou Qingfeng from seeing her. Mao Ada looked at Zhou Qingfeng again, and said as if he was embarrassed: "Little master, she is really full." ”

"I'm going to grass your mother! This is the compatriots I want to take care of, liberate, and save? Zhou Qingfeng stomped his feet suddenly and scolded, "I really can't see this kind of thing, I can't see this kind of thing."

But this really happened to me. I can't even change a person now, I still fantasize about changing the world. He's meowing, how can it be so hard? "Zhou Qingfeng is small, it is impossible to beat Mao Ah Da, so he can only turn his head and walk away. He had just stopped the violence of the Jurchens, and in a blink of an eye, he saw that the people he was protecting were also bullying the more humble and weak.

No one knew why Zhou Qingfeng had such an emotional outburst, and many people at the scene looked at him stupidly as he was moving away quickly. Mao Ada breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that this little master was really not good to serve. He looked back at his shrunken wife, and slapped his hand again for no reason. But this slap sounded, and Zhou Qingfeng's shouting and questioning startled him again.

"What about your child? What about the kid named Hairy Egg? ”

"My child ......, and he doesn't know where to play with death. Does the little master want to seek him? I'll look for it later. ”

Zhou Qingfeng had just circled the ferry, and he remembered that he hadn't seen the kid called 'Mao Dan' at all. He was originally full of sympathy for Mao Ada, but now he is extremely disgusted. He cursed hatefully a few times, then turned back to the warehouse.

In the eyes of others, this little master is majestic and domineering, and no one dares to mess with him at this moment. But Zhou Qingfeng knew in his heart that he had lost a battle, he did not win any victory, he was fleeing in the wilderness. He wanted to escape back to his room so that his face could be saved, or he wouldn't know what to do if he stayed outside.

"I can organize hundreds of people to raid the horse market, I can tease a superior like Abahai in a decent way, and I even have the confidence to face a hero like Nurhachi. But I can't even get a stupid outcast, this kind of guy with a brain as stubborn as a stone dares to pretend to be stupid to my face, this is Lao Tzu's trick to tease others. ”

Zhou Qingfeng huffed back to the warehouse, sitting on the stairs leading to his room, hating and scolding. His master Gu Yuanwei returned to the room to continue meditating and recovering, while his senior brother Yang Jian came out of the room and teased him: "Senior brother, there is something I especially want to ask you. ”

"If there's a fart, let it go." Zhou Qingfeng is upset.

Yang Jian seemed to like to see Zhou Qingfeng deflated, and said happily: "Senior brother, I think you seem to like to mess around with those poor ghosts." You also especially like to take care of them and do things with them. You seem to have a lot of fun. Why is that? ”

"What do you like to do?" Zhou Qingfeng snorted coldly.

Yang Jian continued: "I inquired, you once carried me and Master behind your back and led people to ransack the Dragon King Temple outside Fushun City. When I told Master about this, Master couldn't believe it. At that time, you had just arrived in Fushun, and there was no one under your hands, and you actually did such a big thing. That's amazing! ”

Yang Jian's yin and yang weird tone made Zhou Qingfeng snort.

Yang Jian continued to enjoy: "Later, when you contained those mud legs in the horse market, you also worked hard to pinch them into a ball, and even spent a lot of money for it. Even if you arrived at the territory of this Jurchen, I didn't see you do anything else, and you actually went to tell stories and chat with those poor ghosts.

It is said that you can cling to a great monk like Guo Budo, hook up with Ye He's family and Zhuo Gege, and chat happily with the concubine of the Jianzhou Department, you can do something else. But why do you like to be around all that shitty snack you don't have? What benefits can they give you?

You know? I'm often annoyed by you pretending to be stupid. Others treat you as a child, but I know you're not. It's just that I didn't expect that you, who have always liked to pretend to be stupid and deceitful, would one day be played the same trick by a homeless coolie. Hahaha...... I just saw that your lungs were about to explode. ”

Zhou Qingfeng turned his head, looked at Yang Jian who was standing on the second floor and holding on to the railing, and asked in a deep voice: "Senior brother, you see that I am unlucky, and I came to have fun, right?" ”

Yang Jian smiled and nodded, not giving any face.

"You weren't like that before. Why are you out of Fushun Pass, you don't seem to be able to see me doing well? Am I in your way? Zhou Qingfeng asked, "I haven't competed with you for favor in front of Master, have I?" ”

"Nope." Yang Jian shook his head, "I have to thank you for saving Master, otherwise I will be in big trouble, and I have to admit that my brain is not as good as yours." It's just that I just can't see you being too proud. ”

"Sick." Zhou Qingfeng scolded, and his anger disappeared a lot. He got up and walked to his room, and decided not to go out for the rest of the day, and when Abahai had everything done, he went into Hetuala—out of sight, out of mind.

Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng was about to hide again, Yang Jian shouted as if he had won the battle: "Senior brother, didn't you just ask that coolie, where did his son go?" I heard him say that his son ran away to play, do you know that he lied to you? ”

"Yes."

"Do you want to know where his son went?"

"I don't want to know."

"I'll tell you ......."

"I said, I don't want to know."

"His son was ......."

"Bastard, shut up for me. I don't want to know. ”

With a bang, Zhou Qingfeng slammed the door, covered his ears and hid his head in the bed. But what Yang Jian said still came in, and the piercing laughter, "Hahaha......, junior brother, you are looking at the wrong person." I told you a long time ago that you have no future with these poor devils. You want to subdue them, you are delusional! ”