After lunch, Qiao Xuenian went to work as an ordinary laborer for another afternoon. There are 10 people in a labor group, and it will take a few days to fill up the big hole at the street entrance. The main reason is that most of the people in the group are thin people like him, who have just eaten for a month, and their physique is still very poor. Although the food in the canteen is full, there is not much oil and water, and many people are dizzy after working for a while.

After dark, the streets are flooded. Most people in Fushun will be resting, but many places in the west of the city are brightly lit. Because after Zhou Qingfeng came back, he paid close attention to three things. One is personnel, one is financial power, and the other is education.

In terms of personnel, many people have been laid off and many people have been promoted. However, after all, they are still trapped by the quality of personnel, and the situation of illiteracy everywhere is difficult to change in a short period of time. There is a limit to the tallest of the short. In particular, this 'departure crisis' also shows an important problem - rashly promoting some wall grass will be bad.

Zhou Qingfeng realized that he could no longer expand at will, but had to be more restrained. He wants to reduce unnecessary expenses and waste, lay a good foundation, and improve the cohesion and combat effectiveness of the existing team - it is not uncommon for self-collapse due to uncontrollable expansion, and Zhou Qingfeng must rein in his own power.

In terms of financial power, the loopholes are even greater. In order to maintain the entire power system from collapsing, Old Man Sun had to throw out a lot of the money earned by Zhou Qingfeng and support the organizational structure of the entire force. The result has been a surge in private corruption. Ordinary people have little restraint, and even if there is supervision, they will try their best to take advantage.

For this problem, Zhou Qingfeng does not have a good solution. He had to admit that he couldn't immediately conjure up a large number of educated, highly conscious, enthusiastic and loyal subordinates - in fact, except for Xu Bing, all the people who were currently attached to him were because they had no way out.

There are only two ways to change this: strengthen regulation and education.

Qiao Xuenian rushed to the night school in the west of the city after dark, and saw Zhou Qingfeng standing under the eaves outside the classroom and sighing. As a poor man who plays suona for a living in red and white affairs, Qiao Xuenian is very grateful to Zhou Qingfeng for being able to contain him. When he saw Zhou Qingfeng, he leaned forward timidly, and wanted to kneel down and kowtow as soon as his knees bent.

"Don't kneel me." Zhou Qingfeng's mood was not good or bad, and he stopped the other party from kneeling in a flat tone, "I don't like this here." If you get down on your knees, get out of here. ”

Qiao Xuenian's legs froze for a moment, but she actually wanted to kneel. He used to work for large families, and he basically had to kneel when he saw someone. It's not good to kneel, kowtow doesn't make a sound, and you don't get paid. Zhou Qingfeng is not allowed to kneel here, which he likes very much. But now he really wants to kneel, and he is really grateful.

"The owner, chief, Young Master Zhou ......" Qiao Xuenian didn't know how to call Zhou Qingfeng, anyway, there are people who call it now, and the name is very messy. "I'm Qiao Xuenian, the one who blows suona. You give me a bowl of rice to eat, and I ...... in my heart. ”

Speaking of this, Qiao Xuenian's tears were about to fall. He is a few years older than Zhou Qingfeng, but he is slightly shorter than Zhou Qingfeng. Perennial malnutrition has made his physical fitness extremely poor, and he is no better than the tall cow at the beginning. He once fainted from exhaustion because he played suona too hard, and it was really a life that could not be guaranteed at any time.

"I remember you, I'm going to put you in a marching band." Zhou Qingfeng didn't feel that Qiao Xuenian was anything special, he just said to himself: "Ah......, I don't know how to organize a military band." He said to Qiao Xuenian again: "When you fight, you can play the trumpet, right?" ”

"Ah......?" Qiao Xuenian couldn't keep up with Zhou Qingfeng's train of thought at all.

Zhou Qingfeng actually didn't expect the other party to answer, and continued to mutter: "There will be more people in the future, it can't be all me to command, and other officers will definitely be needed." Now is the time to plan ahead and put the whole structure together. But the officer, the officer, his grandmother is a bear, and I have to train everything myself. It's so annoying. ”

If Zhou Qingfeng didn't want to use the social structure of the Ming Dynasty, didn't want to delegate power to reduce the cohesion and organization of his ranks, and didn't want to accept the inefficient and incompetent old bureaucratic system, he would have to build a group of his own from scratch, and he would have to strengthen education.

"It's hard at the beginning." Zhou Qingfeng held his forehead and said distressedly: "I actually want to be a teacher again." Seeing Qiao Xuenian in a daze, he waved his hand and said, "Go into the classroom, study hard, and don't live up to my expectations of you." I rescued you all from the fire, and no one but me will help you. But none of this can be taken for granted, so you must work hard. ”

Listening to Zhou Qingfeng's words with expectations, Qiao Xuenian came out of nowhere with a burst of enthusiasm, and as soon as his brain was excited, he shouted: "The little one is willing to die for the adult." ”

"Not for me, for yourself, and for this country." Zhou Qingfeng still looked lazy, just waved his hand to let Qiao Xuenian enter the classroom. Qiao Xuenian had a rosy face that was greatly encouraged, and walked towards the classroom with great strides.

Zhou Qingfeng came to class in person, and there were many people inside and outside the classroom. Those who can sit in the classroom are the regular members of the class, and those who stand outside are auditors. Qiao Xuenian raised his head and walked over, and saw a lot of people around the door of the classroom. He just wanted to say, 'Let me go', but a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties grabbed him and looked him up and down.

It was dark and the light was not good. Qiao Xuenian didn't know who this person was? He only thought that this was the procedure for entering the classroom, and he did not dare to move. But after the middle-aged man looked at him, he asked, "What's the name of the little brother?" How old is this year? Seeing that you are going to go to class like this, you must not be married yet, right? ”

What kind of nonsense is this asking?

Qiao Xuenian is used to being low, and he is afraid of any decent person in his heart. He honestly explained his identity and said that he was not married. As a result, the middle-aged man who stopped him was even more energetic, and asked a lot in one breath. Until the bell rang for class, the middle-aged man pointed to a vacant position in the classroom and said, "Where are you doing?" ”

Although he didn't know why, Qiao Xuenian still sat down obediently. There are several oil lamps lit in the classroom, and the flames are soaring, and the oil money alone makes many people feel distressed every day. After he sat down, the classroom was still very noisy, and the sound of tables and chairs clattering came and went. Quite a few people are talking to each other, inexplicably excited.

Qiao Xuenian looked left and right, but couldn't find an acquaintance. I found out that the person at the same table turned out to be a girl's family. The other party was wearing new clothes, his eyebrows and eyes were right, and he looked fourteen or fifteen years old, which made Qiao Xuenian very nervous. He had never been so close to the girl's house in his life.

And after Qiao Xuenian sat down, the girl looked back at the door of the classroom. It seemed that after getting permission, she took the initiative to speak: "My name is Sang Xiu'er, what is your name?" ”

Qiao Xuenian's face immediately turned red as if it was on fire, and the roots of her ears were red. He tilted his head slightly, and saw that the girl at the same table looked at him and lowered her face. His heart jumped to his throat, and he couldn't babble or babble - this girl was dressed like a lady from a big family, but the woman from a really big family never looked at him squarely.

Qiao Xuenian was feeling dry and restless, when a call suddenly sounded in the classroom to 'stand up'. The students who were sitting immediately stood up, and the girl saw that Qiao Xuenian was still stunned, and hurriedly whispered: "Get up quickly, Zhou Dongjia is here." ”

Zhou Qingfeng strode in, stretched out his hand and pressed lightly. He stood behind a desk in the front of the classroom, glanced at it, and hung a large flip chart from the blackboard behind him. "Today is the first class of our first Activist Workshop. Let me tell you a little bit about the world we live in.

We live in Fushun, but where is Fushun? Where is Liaodong? Where is the Ming Kingdom? What does the country look like today? What is the society we live in? I will answer these questions one by one. First, look at the picture behind me. This is a map, on which is the territory of our Ming Kingdom. ”

Zhou Qingfeng stepped aside sideways, revealing the hand-drawn map on large rice paper behind him. The map itself is from a historical atlas that gives an approximate picture of the Ming Dynasty's territory, provinces, rivers, mountains, and coastlines. The map is painted with colored pens of various colors with the intention of providing better visuals. In order to draw this picture, Zhou Qingfeng was tired and half dead.

The map was so large that it sparked constant amazement in the classroom as soon as it was opened. It's the first time that anyone here has seen such clear geographic information. The level of this map is hundreds of years better than that of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhou Qingfeng held the whip in his hand and shouted: "Who are we? It's China, it's China, it's Chinese. ”

In fact, the concept of the Chinese nation has not yet been formed in the Ming Dynasty, and the current era is the era of the world. On the shore of the land, it is not the king's minister; This is a far cry from the Chinese concept. These alien names of the Jurchens are 'Ming people, Ming people'.

But Zhou Qingfeng didn't care about all this. He wanted to directly instill in his subordinates a more advanced concept of the nation and state, replacing the idea of small groups of various clans, localities, and regions.

"This is Beijing, the capital of the Ming Dynasty. Where are we Fushun? In this. Zhou Qingfeng pointed out several place names in a row, and also pointed out some familiar geographical indications, such as the Hunhe River in the south of Fushun, to strengthen the sense of substitution. He also introduced some of the geography and history of the city. In short, it is necessary to instill the concept of a great China.

"How far are we from Beijing? The straight-line distance is more than 600 kilometers. It used to take about a month or two by land, but if you can take less time by sea, it will take about a month. Zhou Qingfeng marked the road from Fushun to Beijing on the map, probably first to Shenyang, then to Liaoyang, then along the Jinzhou line to Shanhaiguan, and then to the capital.

Although the geographical knowledge mentioned by Zhou Qingfeng is simple, it is a state secret in the world, and it is the most deafening and eye-opening. He will talk about the history and geography of the cities along the way, and will also talk about the various customs and customs. For the bottom of the late Ming Dynasty, which was short of information, it was not intended to spread the spark of ideas.

What Zhou Qingfeng has to do is to tell his students that this world is big, big, big. So we have to be big, big, big. Don't keep staring at this small place in Fushun, we have to learn about the distant world.

Each lesson lasts forty-five minutes. At the end of class, Zhou Qingfeng saw excited faces full of curiosity. This class is full of teenagers, and it's the time when curiosity and rebellion are at their highest. With a little training, it can become his descendant strength.

When these people's minds are raised, they will have a natural estrangement from the old society of the old times. After all, young people who have acquired knowledge and civilization instinctively resist the old and outdated system, and their loyalty is more assured. Even if someone comes to dig into Zhou Qingfeng's corner, they will find that it is completely chicken and duck talking, and there is no way to communicate at all.

During the break, Zhou Qingfeng drank a few sips of water. Chen Tiankai, who was in charge of the education system and served as the principal of the school, leaned over worriedly and whispered: "Dongjia, you have taught this lesson well, and many things are unheard of. Especially your map, it's too detailed. But some of the things you're talking about don't seem appropriate. ”

"You're saying that what I'm talking about is a bit of a rebellion, right?" Zhou Qingfeng asked with a smile.

"It's ......." Chen Tiankai's forehead was actually a little sweaty. Zhou Qingfeng is completely without a king and a father, and there is no court in his eyes at all. The novelty of what he said word by word is already obvious.

"If someone wants to trouble me, they have to be able to beat me first." Zhou Qingfeng said confidently at the moment: "Didn't someone outside say that I am the number one in the world?" Then I'm going to be the best in the world. If you are not convinced, you can blow it with a punch. ”

Thinking about the big pit at the entrance of Chengxi Street, Chen Tiankai swallowed his throat and had nothing to say.

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