From the ferry stack, Zhou Qingfeng circled the land.Now that he’s in August, he doesn’t want to waste precious time at a broken ferry.Since you are in Hetuala, go in early and you will go to Nurhachi.

It rained in the morning, and the mud of the ferry became rotten.

The body of the warehouse cook who had just been executed was not cold, and the real women around saw that Zhou Qingfeng was afraid, and knew that this little master could not be offended.Wherever he goes, someone will kneel.

Zhou Qingfeng walked around the ferry, cold and saw the wandering ghosts wandering around the past few days.This guy looked up in the crowd and saw Zhou Qingfeng immediately dodged, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.He frowned and didn’t care about this guy.

The ferry is a major traffic lane, and Hetuala, as the capital of the state-building department, needs to be transported here to the city.There are many people in the ferry to carry goods for a living, the first two days did not be recruited by the female officials Mao, who will be acting as a porter, bent over a bundle of heavy firewood to the ferry side of the boat - in ancient times, fuel is very valuable.

Mao was walking in front, and his wife was helping in the back.The couple put their feet barefoot in the mud, the foot slipped did not stand, hundreds of pounds of dry wood fell and scattered a place.The real woman who commanded the transportation was immediately angry, and the hand-dancing horse whipped in front of it was a hard pump.Mao A fell to the ground and held his head, crying, and his wife threw a few whips on him.

Zhou Qingfeng did not understand the anger of the real woman, but was angry at the beating of his compatriot.He rushed up and screamed a few times.The whipped woman saw that it was a child who was still not concerned, but the person next to him said a few words, and he immediately bowed his head with respect and slowly retreated.

"Thank you, little master, thank you, little master."Mao A big turned up and got up, and he was busy pulling his wife to Zhou Qingfeng to kowtoow.

The firewood was a long and long one, and the whipped woman went to smoke others.There are also others who are wailing, but Zhou Qingfeng is full of sadness and anger, but he feels that he has a weak heart, and his fox fake tiger can protect one.Zhou Qingfeng said to Mao, "Let's rest, I don't think you have any strength."

Mao and his wife gathered the scattered wood on the ground and laughed bitterly: "The little master does not know, we poor people do not work and have no food to eat."

“Oh, wait.”Zhou Qingfeng turned back to the goods.A few days ago, he also spent a few copper plates to sell two sweet potatoes, and today when Abahi left, he left a few buns on the table.No one in the stack had the courage to touch the white-faced buns again, and Zhou Qingfeng took a few and handed them back to Mao'a Avenue: "Eat it."

Mao's big hands were dirty, and he was grateful when he took the white bun.He knelt down again, and Zhou Qingfeng stopped him and said, "Don't kneel, get dirty and you can't eat."

"No, no."Mao Ah happily put the bread in his mouth, and ate one of the three mouths and two mouths, and kept the rest, and tucked into his tattered clothing.His wife stood still, still hungry.Mao did not give her the slightest meaning.

“Your wife hasn’t eaten yet.”He felt like he wanted to remind himself.I haven’t seen this woman eat in the past few days.She was thin and small, like a numb puppet behind Mao.

"She's not hungry."Mao A laughed, “In addition, how can a woman eat white noodles?”What if my mouth is raised?Let her drink some water later.”

Can you drink some water?It doesn’t make women human either.She fled like you, and suffered as much.Something happened, and she is protecting you.Why is she not hungry?

“When was the last time she ate?”Zhou Qingfeng asked, his heart did not come from a fire.

"Yesterday, I ate something for her last night."

"Now give her another."

"Little master, she's not hungry."

“Are you going to get a whip?”I told her to eat!”Cindy is really angry.He just didn’t understand that this Mao’s own poor man was also a poor man, and he could talk about his thin wife “not hungry.”

Mao Ada was frightened by the sharp child voice of Zhou Qingfeng, and hurriedly touched a bun to hand it to his wife.But when he handed it out, he could not bear it, and a bun was divided into two pieces, and only half of it was given.

Seeing the buns, Mao’s wife’s throat had been swallowing.Half the bread to hand, she ate faster than Mao, apparently hungry.But she did not come down in a breath, choked a little, some buns sprayed on the ground.

Mao A was furious, and his hand was drawn to his wife's head and scolded, "You are a dead mother-in-law, this is a white face, good food."You can’t eat anything from your mouth, why don’t you die?”

Mao's wife was only thin with a skeleton, and he was slapped and knocked down.Mao Ayu was so unscredible that he lifted his foot and kicked him in the head.His wife hugged her head and did not dare to gnaw, so silently bear it.

This sudden beating made Zhou Qingfeng's heart panicked, and he shouted, "Enough is enough, I have said enough."

Mao Ah stopped his hand, and although he flinched, he did not understand the defense: "Little master, this is to teach my wife."This woman is to teach, or she will make a mistake.”

Mao's wife was still trembling on the ground, and Zhou Qingfeng's original good mood had disappeared.He said to Mao, "Take her up and give her half the bun."

“Do you want to feed her?”Mao was obviously unwilling but did not dare to resist.He picked up his wife and touched the other half of the bread that had just been separated.But his wife shook her hand and did not dare to take it.She even hid behind Mao’s big, so she wouldn’t let Zhou Qingfeng see her.Mao Ada looked at Zhou Qingfeng again, and seemed to be very embarrassed and said: "Little master, she really ate enough."

“I’m the mother of yours!He meows that I want to take care of, to liberate, to save his fellow countrymen?”Zhou Qingfeng suddenly stomped his feet 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 change anyone now, and I fantasize about changing the world.Why is it so hard for him to meow?”Zhou Qingfeng was small, it was impossible to beat Mao, and could only turn his head away.He had just stopped the violence of real women, and suddenly saw that the people he protected were also bullying the more humble weak.

No one knows why Zhou Qingfeng was so emotional, and many people at the scene looked at him quickly and far away.Mao Ada was very relieved, and felt that this little master was really difficult to serve.He looked back at his shrunk-headed wife, and there was no reason to raise his hand.But this ba rang out, and Zhou Qingfeng's drink and asked and frightened him.

“What about your child?“Where’s the boy called the egg?”

“My son... he didn’t know where he was going to play.”Will the little man seek him?I'll look for it later."

Zhou Qingfeng had just turned around at the ferry, and it would make him think that he had not seen the boy called "The Hairy Egg".He was once full of sympathy for Mao, but now he is disgusted.He hated to scold a few times and turned back to the store.

In the eyes of others, this little master is full of power and domineering, and no one dares to provoke this moment.But Zhou Qingfeng knew in his heart that he had lost a battle, he did not win any victory, he was running away.He wants to escape back to his room so that his face can be preserved, otherwise he will continue to stay outside, he does not know what to do.

"I can organize hundreds of people to plunder the city, I can be like a decent flirt of Abahe such a top, I even have the confidence to face the Geshe Shi Xiong such as Nurhachi."But I can't get a stupid wanderer, and this stubborn guy with a stone's head dares to play me a fool in front of me, which is the old man's trick to tease others."

Zhou Qingfeng breathed back to the stack, sitting on the stairs leading to his room on the stairs to hate and swearing.His master, Gu Yuanwei, went back to his room to meditate and recover, and his brother Yang Jian came out of the room to move toward him and said, "Teacher, there is something I especially want to ask you."

“There’s shit out.”Zhou Qingfeng is not happy.

Yang Jane seemed to like to see Zhou Qingfeng eat slutty, happy: "Sister, I think you seem to like to mix with those poor ghosts."You also love taking care of them and doing things with them.You seem to be enjoying it.Why is that?”

“What do you like to do?”The horn of the horn.

Yang Jian continued: “I have asked, you have carried me and Master behind my back, and you have robbed the Dragon King Temple outside Fushun City with people.When I told Master about this, Master couldn't believe it.At that time, you first came to Fushun, and there was no one under his hand, and he actually did such a big thing.What a great thing!"

Yang Jian yin and yang's strange tone made Zhou Qingfeng shum.

Yang Jane continued to be happy: "Later you were in the city to contain those mud legs, but also labor to make them into a group, and even spent a lot of money for this."Even if you get to this real woman's place, I don't see you doing anything else, and I actually ran to tell stories and chat to the poor devils.

It is said that you can climb Guo without doubt such a monk, can hook up with Yeh's family and Zogger, and can chat with the princess of the state, you can do something else.But why do you like to spend so much with those assholes?What can they do for you?

Do you know?I’m often angry with you as a fool.When you’re a kid, I know you’re not.I just didn't expect you to always like to play a fool, and one day you will be played by a thug.Haha, I just saw that you just looked like your lungs were going to explode."

Zhou Qingfeng turned his head, looked at Yang Jane, who was standing on the second floor holding the railing, and asked in a deep voice, “Brother, you are looking at my unlucky, and you are here to find happiness, right?”

Yang Jian smiled and nodded, not giving a face.

“You weren’t like that before.Why is it that you don't seem to see me well?Am I bothering you?”Zhou Qingfeng asked, “I didn’t argue with you in front of Master, did I?”

“No.”Yang Jian shook her head, "I still have to thank you for saving Master, otherwise my trouble will be big, I have to admit that my brain is not good."I just can't see you too happy."

“Illness.”He cursed and lost a lot of anger.He got up and went to his room, decided not to go out today, waiting for Abaha to get everything, he went into Hetuala - not see, not upset.

Seeing Zhou Qingfeng going to hide again, Yang Jane shouted at the victory: "Sister, you just asked the hard work, did his son go there?"I heard him say his son was running to play, do you know he lied to you?”

“I know.”

“Do you want to know where his son is?”

"I don't want to know."

“I’ll tell you...”

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

“His son was...”

“Bastard, shut up.I don't want to know."

He closed the door and covered his ears and hid his head in the bed.But what Yang Jane said was still drilled in, and the harsh laughter, "Hahaha, brother, you saw the wrong person."I told you long ago that you have no future with these poor legs.You want to obey them, you are delusional.”