I practiced for three hours at night, and Zhou Qingfeng was exhausted.His little body was full of falling wuqing, and his body was as dirty as rolling from the mud.The general child was tossed and died early, and he was propped down by the body strengthened by the "blood", but he was also tired of the force.

One night only practiced a spike, which was learned from his father Mantai before he was not married.She will not say anything about "fine spirit" or the like, that is, repeatedly to Zhou Qingfeng to emphasize a little "watch your enemy" - as long as you keep an eye on, the hand-eye pace will be consistent in continuous practice, and the spike can be swift and powerful.

When the last spike made Zhou Qingfeng physically exhausted, he could no longer get up, and Chuanying only faintly said, “Come back tomorrow night.”When he left with the spear, he warned Darkhan, "Be honest with me, and get out of here, or I'll kill your master."

Dar Khan also practiced with Zhu Ying for a night, but he was no better than Zhou Qingfeng.He didn’t have much trouble with him, and the top master was so powerful.He looked at the back of Zhu Ying, and looked at Abhahe, and said, "Master, at dawn I will return to Hetuala, and let the great sweat send troops to save you."

Abaha changed his mind and said, “I am short of people around me.”Send a slave to the news, and stay and serve me."

Dhar Khan also thought that his master was indeed pitiful in Echkurun.There is really no wild woman in the city, and I encounter an unreasonable Qiao Ying, and a strange Zhou boy every day, the female master really lacks a strong slave.So he arranged for his men to return to the newspaper, and he stayed.

At night, the fortification site of the logging yard fell three shifts, and Zhou Qingfeng ordered the work of good slave cadres to leave.After all, the iron-hit body can not help Yuying high-intensity exercise, he also has to go back to sleep.

Back in the courtyard of his mansion, Zhou Qingfeng habitually walked toward the room, but Dahl Khan stopped and said, “Lord Beizi, you shouldn’t live here?”

Abaha had entered the house accompanied by the maid.

Zhou Qingfeng opened Dharhan's arm and said uncomersably, "This room is mine, your master has to squeeze with me."You can pull her out and sleep next door."

Grandpa Zhou strode into the house, only to see that Abahe's maid had arranged the original humble room quite comfortable.It was Abahhe who had to sleep with him, but now it was his turn to climb into bed.

The maids were shocked - this guy was so brave, he even occupied the position of my sweat, and wanted to sleep with our concubines!

Dar Khan did not dare to enter the house, but could only stand foolishly at the door of the house.

Abaghae did not think of this, see the maid and the slave are looking at her, she can not help but be ashamed and angry scolding: "What do you want to do?"Why go.“Don’t you get tired of running out of lights to sleep?”At the end, she added a statement: "Isn't there no place to sleep?"The next room was dark and small, and I squeezed with this boy.No one can say anything tonight."

The maids and slaves are all close friends of Abahe, and they all know that the relationship between their concubines and Zhou Qingfeng is very complicated.No one thought they were going to sleep in a bed.But even though this is shocking, no one dares to say more.Even Dar Khan said nothing, and sighed and went to sleep next door.

Everyone naturally has to take a look at Zhou Qingfeng again, after all, this is a great way to give the concedivous concedities of the state to the man who "slept", which is really remarkable.The maid accompanied Abahhe to rest in the same room, and at night she pricked up her ears to hear a bed, wondering if her own lady was really asleep.Only Zhou Qingfeng was half-dead, lying on the bed and breathing deeply.

Many maids were even disappointed, thinking that this was also a "little master", probably too small, without that idea.Only Abhahae, who was lying with Zhou Qingfeng, was quite stingy - she knew Zhou Qingfeng's ability, and was afraid that this boy would bully herself in the face of a house-maid at night.After all, it is also a national color, the world is innocuous, and it is normal for a man to want to bully himself.

Before Zhou Qingfeng tried to squeeze into bed, Abahe also fought to death.But now she could not fight the rotten boy in front of the maid, nor could she sink her face to let the maid rush.I don't know how to do it, but Zhou Qingfeng has already slept with the smell.

What a fire!

Fear of him coming, and angry that he will not come.

When the oil lamp was out, the room became quiet, and Abaha was lying on the bed listening to the gentle breathing from the side, but missed the half-month before and the boy had nothing to do with it.It’s something she hasn’t lived in more than 20 years, and it’s a little fun to think about.

At dawn, nothing happened.

Zhou Qingfeng only slept for three or four hours and was full of vitality, he took advantage of the breakfast made by the maid of Abaha, and hurried to the woodcutter site as a supervisor.Abahe slept for another two or three hours, getting up without any difference, waiting for the maid to make her hair and change her clothes.

A maid, worried about last night's misbehed, and whispered to Abbahe's hair: "Master, let's clean the house next door today, let that one . . . and Grandpa Bei move over."

Abahai just wanted to say yes, but said the mouth but coldly said: "I want you to do more things?"Does the Lord not care in my heart?Just shut up.”

That is so determined.However, the privacy of the master is that a small number of people know in the inner house, and the outsiders can only know the sand.Outside the yard lived many lowly slaves and servants.One of them is a special person who is sighing for a long time - Cai Zhiwei Cai painter.

Zhou Qingfeng renovated and expanded his yard, and the unlucky painter and a large group of slaves crowded.He didn’t sleep for a night and kept his eyes open until dawn.Waiting for some trouble, the slaves got up and began to work, and he was awakened again.

When he was unconscious, Cai Zhiwei had no spirit.A weak writer, along the way Lawton almost killed him, at this moment to look around a dirty thin slave is both afraid and disgusted.He dragged a large box of paints and drawing paper, standing far away from the Central Plains in the foreign city, it is really called heaven, heaven should not; call the ground, the earth is not spirit, can only cry and face.

"Sir, sir, your breakfast."A slave-looking guy sent Cai Zhiwei a few nests.

Cai Zhiwei thanked him and ate the nest with cold water.He was still thinking about what he would do next, just look outside the yard and walk into a female slave, and open his mouth and shouted, “Who is Mao Ah Da?”

The slave who sent Cai Zhiwei to breakfast hurriedly said, “I am Mao Ada.”I am from Hetuala.Fearing the discomfort of the concubist's master living in Ikhkurun, Khan sent me to make some furniture for the master."

The slave girl groaned coldly, “What about Hetuala?”More nonsense about you.The chief heard that a carpenter named Mao was coming to you.

Mao A immediately laughed, but he deliberately reminded me softly and hard: "I am a slave of the princess."I have to be sent to work, but I have to ask the princess about it."He only took Abahé out by himself, and the female slave who was in the unknown path in front of him would have retreated.

But I did not expect that this year's young female slave raised a whip and smoked it, and scolded: "No wonder the chief let me bring a whip, it turns out that you are really not honest."The head of my house has the final say.”

There was more blood on Mao’s face.He immediately scolded, “How dare you hit me?”Do you know what my identity is?”

Seeing that Mao was disobedient and wanted to reach out for the whip, the other slaves in the yard were beaten at him.After the beating, he bowed his head honestly.

Cai Zhiwei looked at the heart of the shock, feeling that the people in this place really broke down, and they beat people without moving.He was worried about his future, and the female slave holding the whip looked at him and asked, “You are a Cai painter, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”With the great lesson of Mao Yada, Cai Zhiwei felt very good.

“You follow along too.The chief wants you to look more at this Hekurun, to see the life of the slave and the master here, to draw the city, to paint everyone in it."The slave repeated the command of Zhou Qingfeng.

Painting everyone?Tsai Zhiwei thought about it all with a scalp.There are more than 10,000 people in this city, and he can't paint all his life.But the whip was in front of him, and he did not dare to stop, and could only lament that he was too unlucky.

The female slaves took Mao and Cai Zhiwei out of the city to the logging farm construction site, the slaves of the night shift had just laid off work, and the slaves in the early shift were taking over the work.From a distance, several slaves holding wooden spears were guarded at the entrance of the construction site, pretending to check the identity of the people entering and leaving.

Mao A big head down, the whip on the face of the hot pain, the heart is even more angry.When he walked, he found that the team stopped, and looked up to see Zhou Qingfeng, who was riding on the puppet goat, staring at him coldly - the eyes were cold and cold, straight through the hearts of the people.

Mao A was full of inspiration, and he hung up a smiling face and shouted, "Little master Zhou, the slave has given you rest."

"It's not easy, we'll meet again."Zhou Qingfeng did not expect that he would see Mao Yada again, and he was tired of seeing this person in front of him.When Zhou Qingfeng saw Mao Ada, he remembered the poor mother and son who died in the mass grave.Just now the use of people has not to pick, and the garbage has to be used."You go to the carpenter's group, you can be a team leader."He waved his hand and let Mao go down.

Cai Zhiwei came up, Zhou Qingfeng was more enthusiastic.He said, “Master, don’t have too much pressure.Intellectual youth should go up the mountain to the countryside, and literature and art should serve the people.You have to put your body down.I don't know what your level is, you should paint on this site for a while.“Sketling?”

“Sketching?”Cai Zhiwei thought for a moment and asked, “You mean to describe it?”That will be natural.”

"Knowledge youth" "people", Cai Zhiwei does not understand.But he knew that "people under the roof, had to bow down", Zhou Qingfeng let him paint, he had to draw.

Zhou Qingfeng is now short of people, no matter what the way, catch the hand must be used.He said to Cai Zhiwei, “You paint during the day and teach the slaves at night.”I'll give you an assistant."He turned and shouted, "Gongo, come here."

For the arrangement of Zhou Qingfeng, Cai Zhiwei was unable to resist, and could only be obedient.But let him take the class this request or let him be surprised, "Let me give a class to a group of ignorant slaves?"What can these idiots learn?”

Stupid people are not born.I have only such manpower now, and because they are too bad, I just give up.Now it is necessary to have conditions, and to create conditions without conditions.Your mind has to change.”He taught and spoke hard.“Either you initiate a change, or I use a whip to change you.”Choose one of them.”

Cai Zhiwei continued to cry on his face, like a bereaved.