The ancient life is slow, so slow that any small thing can be dragged for a long time.

Ma Chengta recruited the teachers and disciples of the valley, and he went to the city of Hetuala to report, and there was no news in the past day.There is no phone this year, and it is very inconvenient to contact.Standing on the shore of the Suzi River crossing, Zhou Qingfeng looked at the barbarian city not far away, and wanted to know what Nurhachi was doing in the city - even if it was a wild boar skin, he used bark to shave his ass on the toilet.

Gu Yuanwei and others were accustomed to this kind of waiting, and he was more willing to wait for the strength to recover and then go to Nurhachi, so he was at ease staying in the room like an old monk to meditate and adjust, and did not allow others to disturb.Zhou Qingfeng also did not have the habit of "good morning, good night greetings", bored, he can only go to the stack to find those waiting for resettlement of the exiles chat.

Originally this week Qing Feng also want to bully the wandering ghost called Jia Gang to find pleasure, Yang Jane said that the guy to repair about the "blood" level or so, can put the magic no more than five, the strength is quite limited.But after the ghost appeared yesterday, there is no shadow today, I don't know where to go.

So Zhou Qingfeng went to the big family of Mao A, and then talked with other chickens and ducks.He didn’t know Manchu, Mongolian, Korean, and was really a fool’s talk like a fool.

Mao Ada saw Zhou Qingfeng, and he kowtowing and thanked him.The family came to Hetuala in the wind and rain, and they could only sleep outside.When Zhou Qingfeng went to see them early in the morning, he saw his mother sitting in the mud and dozing off, and his father used a branch to build a small shed to cover it, which was a temporary residence.

The real tribe is too primitive, and there are no shops at the ferry, and it does not provide food and drink at all.Mao Da can only eat some dry food with him, and it is a musty black bread.This thing, also Mao Yada tried his best to raise it, and he had to save some food.

“Don’t you go fishing in the river?”Zhou Qingfeng remembered that he had just come into the world and crossed the East to the river to feed everyone's stomach.

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

Fuck, and the rules?!

Zhou Qingfeng returned to the store to get some food for the Mao family.As a result, the cook of the stack learned that it was to give food to the outsiders, and the other party did not give it.Mr. Zhou knew that the slave society of women really could not talk about social assistance, and there was no commercial transaction, and all materials were rationed, even food.

Zhou Qingfeng had to sell two roasted sweet potatoes out of his own pocket to return to the Mao family.In this way, the real women with a little status have looked at each other, feeling that they are so favorable to a slave to the body of the owner.

The Grand family is naturally grateful again.The other vagrants around him came up around him to stutter.Watching a dirty hand reach out in front of him, Zhou Qingfeng turned around and fled.

"Brother, what you think is not good."Yang Jane continued to sarcastic, to Zhou Qingfeng do not want to be delusional to buy people's hearts.

“It’s your shit.If you understand, it is not me who can save Master."Zhou Qingfeng did not understand that after the valley of the latitude to recover the true yuan, Yang Jane for Mao so for himself.This guy was good to himself, but now he’s looking for trouble.But he is not a good person, and he must be reneging on his lips.

Yang Jane said before leaking what "wanted Buddhas" and what "incense and fire worship", Zhou Qingfeng listened to the unknown, but will not easily give up.Waiting for the drowning people to retreat, he went to the Mao family to do experiments.

Mao Ada had two roasted sweet potatoes but did not dare to eat them all, only half of the child, he ate half himself, his wife... hungry.When they came back to talk, they naturally knew nothing and said nothing.

However, after talking about a few words, the knowledge and knowledge in Mao's big belly were cleaned up by Zhou Qingfeng.He only knew some of the conditions of Tieling, and had never been far away in his life, and coming to Hetuala was the farthest road he had traveled.After talking for a while, Mao was only able to repeat all kinds of words.Because he was illiterate, he could not even organize his own language effectively and stammered when he was nervous.

Mao's wife is even worse, thin and small, and definitely not more than 20 years old.Mentally cringing, she asked her to answer nothing, relying on Mao's big generation to open his mouth.It’s hard to see her as a normal person.In the end, he could only look at the child who was about his age.

The same is about eight years old, Zhou Qingfeng has one meter three, but the children opposite each other are one meter more than one meter.However, children's curiosity is stronger and they are more psychologically weak.After eating half a sweet potato, he could laugh at Zhou Qingfeng.

“What is your name?”

“The hair, the egg.”

“It’s a good name to feed.”Going to school?”

Shake your head, nothing to say.

“I’ll teach you to write, okay?”God knows how the bored Zhou Qingfeng can have 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 wants to be a small teacher.

Maui nature will not stop, and the hairy egg will nod.Zhou Qingfeng folded the branches as a pen, with local paper, began to teach "one two three five five...", or simple words.He read it again and again, and the egg imitated it, just to pass the time.But this scene is too special, the two people quickly gathered around a lot of people, quietly watching Grandpa Zhou teach.

Although "poor and rich", reading can also cost money.For the ancients, the goal of reading is to study science, so that a strong laborer does not work for at least ten years to read, which is not the ordinary people can afford.Even in modern society, in order to let children make money early, the idea of "reading useless" is not uncommon.

In ancient times, most of the poor people who did not eat enough were blind.No one wants to spread knowledge and culture to the bottom of society.Although the things that Zhou Qingfeng taught are extremely simple, they are also the first time for the exiles of the store.

And the Chinese people's thirst for knowledge is engraved in the bones, when Zhou Qingfeng a stroke, a word of teaching knowledge, soon someone took the initiative to come to learn, is also the root branch on the ground, try to imitate.

Ten numbers are quickly taught, and the hair is easily mastered.He grinned after he was encouraged.Zhou Qingfeng looked around again, including Mao Ada, many adults are watching, some people even lazy to fold the branches, directly with their fingers on the ground to practice.Seeing him, most of them laughed shyly, but they could not afford to walk away.

So Zhou Qingfeng continued to teach "heaven and earth people, hands and feet", and let them practice repeatedly after teaching about 20 words.Because what is taught is so simple, most people can learn it.

This is a strange thing.

Those who flee are hungry and lonely.However, they can travel far away from home and travel long distances, and the will and initiative to survive are absolutely enough.When Zhou Qingfeng casually said, "As long as you learn to write, when the slave can also eat more bowls of rice", the enthusiasm of the people's learning is even higher, and the people crowded around Zhou Qingfeng soon changed from seven or eight to seventy or eighty.

There are a lot of people who are crowded, and teaching is really impossible.Zhou Qingfeng immediately changed his "cultural to the countryside" activity to tell a story, and he jumped on a wooden pile so that everyone could see and hear himself.

Zhou Qingfeng is not talking about a long story such as "Journaes to the West" or "Three Kingdoms".These stories are too complex to remember the details.So he told a short story of children's idioms, "kicking a boat for a sword", talking about "a pony crossing the river", and "a fool moving mountains".Children's stories are simple and easy to understand and interesting, but also contain a simple sense of life, but more suitable for illiteracy.

The truth in the story is often the hidden understanding of the poor, but it cannot be described and refined in words.Listening to Zhou Qingfeng's painting and coloring, many people have a feeling of sudden realization - the original things they usually pondered, the truth is so shallow and obvious.

Spirituality is closely related to consciousness.

Zhou Qingfeng talked more and more excited, because he could vaguely feel that with his own explanation, there was a certain kind of enlightenment on the spiritual level of these poor mud legs in front of him.There is a conscious connection or power that flocks to Zhou Qingfeng after gathering, and he suddenly has a clear understanding in his heart - this is the work of inculcation, the strength of the teacher's watch, and the spiritual resonance of wisdom being opened.

Zhou Qingfeng did not know how to use this power, but he was happy about it.He secretly thought: If you could teach more people and let countless ignorant people get knowledge, what would happen?

Perhaps the reason why the ancient sages were great and immortal is not because of how high they were, but how much their ideas inspired a people.Repairs are but their great incidentals.

This speculation made Zhou Qingfeng slightly trembling, as if he saw a certain way to become powerful.It was only when this imagination was not clear, it was disturbed by a burst of exhalation, and several female officials suddenly appeared in the stack.They saw the crowd gathering immediately forward and whipped, driving away, and cursing.Dozens of people who listened to the story immediately did bird and beast, and they could not escape simply knelt down to ask for forgiveness, and the scene was mourned.

Fucking . . . Zhou Qingfeng's reverie was shattered, and the spirit returned to reality.He was very angry with these "money slats", but these female officials did not look at Zhou Qingfeng.

The female officials are here to select the displaced people to prepare for the household, and the state-building department is constantly expanding, and the population demand is great.If the exiles converged up and compiled into cattle records, they could work for the slave-owners of the state to produce.

The crowd dispersed, and the ideological resonance of the enlightenment suddenly disappeared.Zhou Qingfeng could not help either.He could only watch the real female officials single out the strong people in the population and pull them away after they were compiled into groups.The Mao family also squeezed up to eat, but he took a thin woman and a useless child, and the female officer responsible for choosing kicked him out.

Some are happy, some are worried.

In the stack, Yang Jane has been staring at Zhou Qingfeng, and his every move of the younger brother is under his income.When Zhou Qingfeng relied on teaching and writing and told stories gathered a large number of people, he hurried into the room where he was meditating, and shouted in a low voice: "Master, Master, Master, it is not good."The boy is thinking about the devil again.”

He didn’t speak, he just moved his eyelids slightly.

Yang Jian continued: “The boy went to teach the poor to write and tell stories.The poor ghosts were all bewitched by him, and he must have wanted to gather thousands of consciousnesses to practice and take the road of "spiritual" practice."

He opened his eyes and asked, “How many people did that boy bewitched?”

"There were dozens of people in a moment."Yang Jian said, “Master, we must be unstoppable.The "Spiritual" magic is the most powerful and terrible, so what do we do to keep him?

“There are dozens of people, you’re worried about ghosts.”If the Spirit is so well-cultivated, it will not be the most difficult path.”Gu Yuanwei did not feel good and said, "I have to hurry up in the past few days, and resume the repair as soon as possible."I went to see the great Khan of the Ministry of Cinnamon, but I can't be this side of the disease now, and I can't look down on it.If nothing happens these days, don’t bother me anymore.

As for the twilight, let him play.If he is not dead, how can he be obedient?And I still have a back hand in him, and if he can't turn over my palm, you don't have to bother too much."

After saying that the valley Yuanwei closed his eyes again, Yang Jianhao was depressed and confessed again.

Zhou Qingfeng outside the store was also extremely frustrated by the scattered crowd.