The pace of life in ancient times was slow, so slow that any little thing could drag on for a long time.

Ma Chengta recruited Gu Yuanwei's master and apprentice, and he went to Hetuara City to report, but there was no news for a day. There is no phone number in these years, and it is very inconvenient to contact. Zhou Qingfeng stood on the bank of the Suzi River ferry and looked at the barbarian city not far away, wondering what Nurhachi was doing in the city - even if it was wild boar skin, he would use tree bark to shave his butt when he went to the toilet.

Gu Yuanwei and the others were accustomed to this kind of waiting, and he himself preferred to wait for his strength to recover before going to see Nurhachi, so he stayed in the room with peace of mind and meditated like an old monk, and did not allow others to disturb him. Zhou Qingfeng also does not have the habit of 'saying hello in the morning and greeting in the evening', and when he is bored, he can only go outside the warehouse to chat with those homeless people who are waiting to be settled.

Originally, Zhou Qingfeng also wanted to bully the wandering ghost named Jia Gang to cultivate for pleasure, but Yang Jian said that the guy's cultivation was probably about the second layer of 'qi and blood', and he could put no more than five spells, and his strength was quite limited. But after that ghost cultivator appeared yesterday, there is no shadow today, and he doesn't know where to go.

So Zhou Qingfeng went to Mao A's family again, and then chatted with other people by the way. He doesn't understand Manchu, Mongolian, or Korean, and he really talks silly with his hands and feet.

When Mao Ah saw Zhou Qingfeng coming, he kowtowed and thanked him. The family came to Hetuara in the rain and rain, and had to sleep outside. When Zhou Qingfeng went to see them early in the morning, he saw his mother sitting in the mud with her child in her arms and dozing off, and his father built a small shed with tree branches as a shelter, which was a temporary residence.

The Jurchen tribe is too primitive, and there are no shops at the ferry, so they don't provide food and drink at all. Mao Ada could only eat some dry food that he carried with him, which was moldy and blackened dough. Just this thing, Mao Ada's efforts were also tried his best to raise it, so he had to save some food.

"Aren't you going to fish in the river?" Zhou Qingfeng remembered that he had just come to this world, and Shi Dong, who had crossed Zhongli, went to the river to fish and feed everyone's stomachs.

But Mao Ada shook his head with a wry smile, "The rules outside the wall here are very different from those inside the side wall, the fish in the river, the beasts in the mountains, and the birds in the forest are all from the masters here." We don't dare touch it. ”

......, and this breaking of the rules?!

Zhou Qingfeng returned to the warehouse and wanted to get some food for Mao's family. As a result, the cook of the inn learned that it was intended to be eaten by the homeless people outside, but the other party refused to give it. Only then did Uncle Zhou know that a slave society like the Jurchen did not talk about social assistance, let alone any commercial transactions, and all materials were rationed, even food.

Zhou Qingfeng had to sell two roasted sweet potatoes out of his own pocket and came back to Mao's family. With such a move, the Jurchens who had a bit of status all looked sideways, feeling that treating a slave so favorably would lose the dignity of the master.

Mao's family was naturally grateful again. The other homeless people around him swarmed around him and begged for a stutter. Seeing the dirty hands stretched out in front of him, Zhou Qingfeng was frightened and turned around and ran away.

"Senior brother, this trick you think is not good." Yang Jian continued to sneer and asked Zhou Qingfeng not to be delusional in trying to buy people's hearts.

"It's your business. If you are sensible, it is not me who can save Master. Zhou Qingfeng didn't understand that after Gu Yuanwei took back the true yuan, Yang Jian targeted himself like this for Mao. This guy used to treat himself well, but now he is looking for trouble everywhere. But he's not a good-natured person, and he's definitely going to turn against him.

Yang Jian said before that he leaked his mouth about 'Ten Thousand Family Buddhas' and what 'incense offerings', Zhou Qingfeng didn't know why, but he wouldn't give up easily. Waiting for the surrounding homeless people to retreat, he went to Mao Ada's family to conduct experiments.

Mao Ada's two roasted sweet potatoes didn't dare to eat them all, so he only gave half to the child, he ate half of it himself, and his wife was ...... and hungry. Zhou Qingfeng came back to chat, and they naturally knew everything and talked endlessly.

But after talking about a few words, the little bit of knowledge and knowledge in Mao A's belly was cleaned up by Zhou Qingfeng. He only knew some of the situation in Tieling, and he had never traveled far in his life, and coming to Hetuara was the farthest road he had ever walked. After chatting for a while, Mao Adaa could only keep repeating various words. Because he was illiterate, he couldn't even organize his language effectively, and stuttered whenever he was nervous.

Mao Ada's wife is even more unbearable, thin and small, and her age is definitely not more than twenty years old. Mentally cringing, she didn't answer anything when asked, and it was all up to Mao Ah Da to open her mouth on her behalf. It is difficult for Zhou Qingfeng to see her as a normal person. In the end, he could only set his eyes on the child who looked about his age.

is also about eight years old, Zhou Qingfeng is one meter three, but the child opposite is at most one meter one. However, children are more curious, and their vigilance is much weaker. After eating half a sweet potato, he was able to smile at Zhou Qingfeng.

"What's your name?"

"Mao ......, Mao Dan."

"What a ......, a name for good feeding. Did you go to school? ”

Shaking his head, he said no more.

"I'll teach you how to write, okay?" God knows how the boring Zhou Qingfeng had such a whim, maybe he is a good teacher, maybe he wants to understand the learning ability of children in the current society, in short, he suddenly said that he wanted to be a little teacher.

Mao A's nature will not stop it, and Mao Dan nodded. Zhou Qingfeng folded branches as pens and used the ground as paper, and began to teach 'one, two, three, four, five, .....', which is still simplified. He read and wrote it over and over again, and Mao Dan imitated it on the side, so he passed the time. However, this scene was too special, and many people soon gathered around the two of them, quietly watching Uncle Zhou teach.

Although it is said that 'poor literature and rich martial arts', it costs money to study. For the ancients, the goal of studying was to take the imperial examination, so that a strong laborer could not work for at least ten years to study, which was not something that ordinary people could afford. Even in modern society, in order to let children earn money early, the view that 'reading is useless' is not uncommon.

In ancient times, most of the poor families who could not eat enough were blind. There is simply no one who wants to spread knowledge and culture to the lower strata of society. Although what Zhou Qingfeng taught was extremely simple, it was also the first time for the homeless people in the warehouse.

And the Chinese's thirst for knowledge is engraved in the bones, when Zhou Qingfeng taught knowledge stroke by stroke, word by word, soon someone took the initiative to come and learn, but also folded branches on the ground, trying their best to imitate.

Ten numbers are taught quickly, and Mao Dan can easily grasp them. He grinned when he was encouraged. Zhou Qingfeng looked around again, many adults, including Mao Ada, were watching with their heads, and some people were even too lazy to break branches, and directly practiced on the ground with their fingers. Seeing his gaze, most of them smiled shyly, but they were reluctant to walk away.

So Zhou Qingfeng continued to teach 'heaven, earth, man, hand, foot and mouth', and after teaching about 20 words, let them practice repeatedly. Because the things taught are so simple, most people can learn them.

That's a rare thing.

The fleeing homeless people are hungry and lonely. However, they can travel far away from home, and the will and initiative to survive are absolutely sufficient. When Zhou Qingfeng casually said, 'As long as you learn to write, you can eat more bowls of rice as a slave', the enthusiasm of the homeless people for learning was even higher, and the people crowded around Zhou Qingfeng soon changed from seven or eight to seventy or eighty.

The crowds make it impossible to teach. Zhou Qingfeng immediately changed his 'cultural activities to the countryside' to storytelling, and he jumped on a wooden stake so that everyone could see and hear him.

Zhou Qingfeng is not telling a long story such as "Journey to the West" or "Romance of the Three Kingdoms". The stories were so complex that he couldn't remember the details. So he told short children's idiom stories, such as 'carving a boat for a sword', 'a pony crossing the river', and 'a foolish man moving mountains'. Children's stories are simple and interesting, and they also contain simple life principles, which are more suitable for illiterates.

The truth in the story is often vaguely understood by the poor in their hearts, but there is no way to describe and refine it in words. Listening to Zhou Qingfeng's eloquent speech, many people have a feeling of sudden realization - it turns out that the things they usually ponder are so simple and clear.

Spiritual power is closely related to consciousness.

The more Zhou Qingfeng spoke, the more excited he became, because he could faintly feel that with his explanation, these poor mud legs in front of him had a certain kind of enlightenment on the spiritual level. There is a kind of consciousness connection or power that surged to Zhou Qingfeng after gathering, and he suddenly had a kind of realization in his heart - this is the power of education, the power of being a teacher, and the spiritual resonance of wisdom being opened.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't know how to use this power, but he was happy about it. He secretly wondered: what would it be like if more people could be taught, so that countless ignorant people could gain knowledge?

Perhaps the reason why the ancient sages were great and immortal was not how high their cultivation was, but that their thoughts inspired a nation. Cultivation is nothing but an outproduct of their greatness.

This kind of speculation made Zhou Qingfeng tremble slightly, as if he saw some kind of right way to become powerful. It's just that when this kind of imagination is not clear, it was disturbed by a burst of shouting, and several Jurchen officials suddenly appeared in the warehouse. When they saw the crowd gathering, they immediately stepped forward and whipped it, drove it away, and cursed. Dozens of homeless people who listened to the story immediately dispersed, and those who couldn't escape simply knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, and the scene was full of mourning.

......, Zhou Qingfeng's reverie was shattered, and his spirit returned to reality. He was very angry with these 'money rattails', but these Jurchen officials didn't look at Zhou Qingfeng.

The Jurchen officials came to select the displaced people to enter the household, and the Jianzhou Department was constantly expanding, and the demand for the population was great. The displaced people were collected and compiled into a cattle record, and they could work and produce for the slave owners of Jianzhou.

The crowd dispersed, and the ideological resonance of indoctrination and enlightenment suddenly disappeared. Zhou Qingfeng couldn't help it if he was unhappy. He could only watch as the Jurchen officials singled out the strong ones in the population, organized them into groups, and then pulled them away. Mao's family also squeezed up to eat, but he brought a thin woman and a useless child, and the Jurchen officials in charge of selection kicked him out roughly.

Some people were happy and some were worried.

In the warehouse, Yang Jian has been staring at Zhou Qingfeng, and his every move of the little junior brother has been taken into his eyes. When Zhou Qingfeng gathered a large number of people by teaching writing and telling stories, he hurriedly ran into Gu Yuanwei's meditation room, and shouted in a low voice: "Master, Master, it's not good." Zhou Qingfeng's kid was pondering the ghost idea again. ”

Gu Yuanwei didn't speak, but moved his eyelids slightly.

Yang Jian continued: "That kid went to teach those poor ghosts to write and tell stories. Those poor ghosts were all bewitched by him, he must have wanted to gather thousands of consciousnesses for refining, and take the path of 'divine soul' cultivation. ”

Gu Yuanwei opened his eyes slightly and asked, "How many people did that kid bewitch?" ”

"There are dozens of people in a while." Yang Jian said, "Master, we must be on guard. The 'Divine Soul' technique is the most powerful and terrifying, it really makes him cultivate, how can we suppress him? ”

"It's only a few dozen people, and you're worried about a ghost." If the Divine Soul was so easy to cultivate, it wouldn't be the most difficult path. Gu Yuanwei said angrily, "I have to pay close attention to recuperation in the past few days and resume my cultivation as soon as possible." I went to see the Great Khan of the Jianzhou Ministry, but I can't look down on people with this sick face now. If it's okay these days, don't bother me anymore.

As for Zhou Qingfeng, let him play. If he doesn't give up, how can he obediently submit? And I still have a back hand on him, and he can't turn it out of my palm, so you don't have to worry too much about yourself. ”

After saying that, Gu Yuanwei closed his eyes again, Yang Jian was depressed, and told him in vain.

Zhou Qingfeng, who was outside the warehouse, was also extremely frustrated with the scattered crowd.