In order to avoid watching the lively crowd, the three people in the valley deliberately came out of the back door of the medical museum.Zhou Qingfeng walked in front of his head with his head held high, and he was still clutching a sugar gourd in his hand, which was very defiant.And behind him, the cheap master and the brother took the two hundred and two silver he had earned, and looked at him like a monster.

Eight-year-old Zhou Qingfeng's head is more than one meter and more than three points, this height is far higher than the head of the same age at the end of the Ming Dynasty, and it seems to others that he believes in his 11 or 12 years old.But his face is really eight-year-old child looks, pink is very tender, happy look beaming.

Yang Jane at the back asked Gu Yuanwei in a low voice, “Master, how many skills are hidden in my brother-in-law?”Could there be anything else unusual?After all, the gap of four hundred years.

There was just that scene, Gu Yuanwei was also lost in thought, his eyebrows were not open, and he asked after half an eye: "In our current account, what was it like four hundred years ago?"

With the great Ming calendar 43 years as the benchmark to push forward 400 years?

Yang Jane scratched his chin and pondered: "Four hundred years ago, it should have been the Southern Song Dynasty, when the Mengyuan had not yet risen, and the golden country was still there."It doesn't seem so different then than it is now."

The development of ancient societies was slow and even retrograde.Although there are differences between the Southern and Ming periods, it can be seen from the perspective of the Valley Yuanwei that this difference has not yet reached the point of turning upside down.After all, wearing silk and satin, eating or grain, the residence is also brick and wood, writing or pen and ink, fighting or swords and swords, far away or thousands of mountains.

There were emperors for at least 400 years.

Gu Yuanwei and Yang Jane could not have imagined that in the four hundred years after the end of the Ming Dynasty, human civilization has made unexpected progress.Nine days to take the moon, the next four seas to catch the tortoise, the myth has become a reality, the human mind has undergone a huge change.At this moment, looking at the stupor Zhou Qingfeng's proud appearance, the two teachers and apprentices could not feel his bottom line at all.

“The Green Man...”

“Master, what’s going on?”

“Is the sugar custard good?”

“It’s delicious.”

“Have you eaten this before?”

“I ate it.”

“How much more do you have just done the magic like you did?”

“This... I was actually blind.There's no place where I can get away with it, and I don't know."

Ask yourself, and the valley will soon give up.If you ask what is not the best way to go, it is unlucky or himself.The three people left the hospital and did not return to the inn, but took the visit of Dr. Liu, a doctor of the hospital, to have a relationship with some monks in Fushun City.First, pay the message, self-report, if the owner has an intention to see, naturally arrange time.The meeting usually takes a few days.

Before the valley, in order to hide the traces, deliberately chose a small inn to settle down.But now to communicate with the monks in the city, naturally can not live in that dilapidated place.The three teachers and apprentices rented a courtyard in the city and moved in, and even hired several servants and women to live.In view of the importance of Zhou Qingfeng, the hired person was specially serving him.

After getting "Chunyang Dan", Gu Yuanwei's injury was relieved.To be truly healed, you need to find another way.So in recent days, he has taken Yang Jane out every day to find people who can treat his injuries.He went out early and late, looked like usual, and Zhou Qingfeng could not figure out the specific situation.

And the cheap master and brother are busy at home, Zhou Qingfeng is not happy to have him.In order to win, the two hundred and two hundred earned by the hospital belong to him, and there are many things that can be done with money.The first thing is to buy books – books are the ladder of human progress, and cultural knowledge is obtained from books.

Zhou Qingfeng came to the end of the Ming Dynasty before a little bit of history, he knew that he was in Fushun, and he also knew that the wild boar skin was in Hetuara.What is the distance between the two cities?People don't believe it, 80 kilometers is not enough.If there is a highway, a foot of the throttle step down, Zhou Qingfeng can go to the wild boar skin within an hour to drink tea.

The hungry wolf-like enemy is blocked at the door of the house, and no one will be well.In order to cope with the doomed struggle in the future, Zhou Qingfeng's first thing to do is not to recruit troops, but to find out the environment he is in - if he can't fight that day to escape, he must also know that it is convenient to escape there.

The first to be collected is the "Liaodong local journal", Zhou Qingfeng opened a look and found that this traditional text is like a book to himself, the vertical row is not punctuation, do not understand.

First of all, you have to find someone you can understand.For this reason, Zhou Qingfeng asked the maids around him to help him find a teacher, and talked about the monthly salary of three or two - this salary was still in Liaodong at the end of the Ming Dynasty.

Half a day later, the family's maid brought Zhou Qingfeng a young man in his twenties.This man was wearing a robe, stepping on his feet, and wearing a crown, although he was a little thin, but he was still dignified, and he was a Sven person.

When the servant woman brought the young man in, she praised: "This is the child of our neighbors, we know the bottom line and honestly."He knows the words, speaks plainly, and writes letters, and it is just right to read it to the young master as a companion.”

“My name is Zhou Qingfeng, what is this brother called?”Zhou Qingfeng arched his hand, and the appearance of the little adult was very lily.

The young man who brought it was very restrained, and raised his hand and said, "My name is Wang, Wang Kunpeng, the word..., the word flies."

“Oh, the pup?Good name.“Are you the teacher?”

"I am . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

What... that’s a word, that’s a big difference.

He turned to look at the servant woman who had come.The Wang Kunpeng immediately looked down with his red face, and Nee said, “I have been studying for some years, I would like to go to Shenyang County to study for a few years, but the county test has not been able to pass the exam.”There was no money at home, but came out to find a business, just the neighborhood aunt said that there was a young master here to find a companion..."

Half a day, the lower the head of Wang Kunpeng, the lower the head, the shorter the filial body than Zhou Qingfeng.Zhou Qingfeng is very angry and funny to this person, because even the county test can not be tested, then don't say anything about show talent, even children are not, at most, a schoolboy.

Wang Kunpeng said a bunch, and at the end there was only one sentence: "If not, I will go back to the tea house to tell the book."

Zhou Qingfeng rolled his eyes and thought that there were very few readers who had a culture at the end of the Ming Dynasty, and the literati in the north were far less than the south.Fushun this city is simply a cultural desert, to find a teacher, the result came a storytaker.

But really find a high-spirited old school, I am afraid that I can't cooperate with Zhou Qingfeng, but now this posture is low, maybe it is better to get along with.He didn’t want to read the test, just asked, “Literacy?”

"It's natural, all four books and five books."Wang Kunpeng's head raised some.

Zhou Qingfeng brought the Liaodong District Journal, "This book can be understood?"

"Of course you understand."Wang Kunpeng's head was raised again, and in order to prove that he did not say anything wrong, he read a paragraph by turning it over.

This has reached the minimum standard of Zhou Qingfeng, and he asked, "Do you understand 'chicken and rabbit with cage'?"

This time, Wang Kunpeng expressed surprise, and his waist straightened to Zhou Qingfeng: "Young master, do you know the chicken and rabbit with the cage?"If the young master wants to learn, he still wants to learn from a thousand words, a hundred family names, and three words.Later reading "University", "Spring and Autumn" and other classics is the right way.Do not read any miscellaneous books as you would under the sun and the moon.”

Listening to Wang Kunpeng actually persuaded himself in turn, Zhou Qingfeng really laughed at all, "Less nonsense, it's you."Let’s start reading the first day with me.First read this Liaodong District Journal, I need to know the topography of the mountains here."

Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng actually did not listen to himself, this brother, who was not even a child, actually hurried eyes, and once again said, "Young master, listen to me."When I came to learn ah, it was because I read too many miscellaneous books, and the parents burst into tears, relatives laughed, and they couldn't lift their heads when they went out, so they had to go to tell books for a living.

Every day I stood in the tea-house bar in this robe, and it was a great shame to see the same window passing by, and I could not go into the ground.Young master, you are still young and do not understand the taste of it, I can't bear to see you like me, but also listen to a good word.Ask a famous teacher to meet some friends, and don't be close to me.

Young master, be solemn, Wang, do not bear to harm you, bid farewell."

This king Kunpeng actually had a very dashing sleeve, turned around with tears in the corner of his eyes, and the servant woman who pulled him to squench his feet was so eager.Zhou Qingfeng froze at the two fools for a few seconds behind, shouting a voice, "Your mother's reading is stupid, isn't it?"“You don’t want three or two months?”

Wang Kunpeng, who held his head high and raised his chest, had to step out of the door of the courtyard of Zhou Qingfeng, heard that "three or two months" was like a big dream waking up, and he turned his head back to say a word - think.

"If you want to make money, be honest, and talk nonsense to your mother."Come, let me talk about the surrounding towns, roads, the roads, the levels, and the terrain.”Zhou Qingfeng threw the Liaodong District Journal on the table, quite imposing.

Wang Kunpeng once again, with his low head began to tell Zhou Qingfeng about the history of Fushun and the geographical terrain related to history, "Fu Shuncheng is located on the shore of the river, under the Goer Mountains."Fushun thousands of households belong to Shenyang Zhongwei, east of the city's official ridge set up Fushunguan, the Liaodong wall and border castle.To the south of Fushun City, there is Dongzhou Fort, Maggen Single Fort, and Yubao...

Fushun thousands of troops in the army of more than 1,500 people, guarding the city and the surrounding military forts.According to the military system of the country, 70% of them are cultivated and 30% are garrison.However, the military system has long since collapsed, and most of the military families have fled.Now the soldiers in the city are only the family of the officers, the number of people who add up, at most one hundred."

"Such a Liaodong heavy town is only at most a hundred Ding in the defense?"So what is the patrolman I see on weekdays?What if there is an enemy attack?”Zhou Qingfeng bought white paper and charcoal pens, and began to draw the topographic map of Fushun's surroundings according to Wang Kunpeng's description, marking cities, mountains, rivers, and villages.It was hard to hear that the city's defense was so thin, and it was hard to say.

"The city is a small and old army that has no place to escape, and one day is a day."There are really not many people defending the whole thousand households, and if there is an enemy attack, they can only hope that the Liaodong general in Shenyang will send someone to save it."Wang Kunpeng said that this is not unusual.

Zhou Qingfeng could only sigh and say no more, and continue to draw a map.Just when he had a headache for his soul painter's bad pen and ink, Wang Kunpeng began to be surprised.

Lord, can you still paint?

Young master, you have written a blank piece of writing.

Lord, are you drawing a map?

Lord, it is dark.I’ll go home first, I’ll come back tomorrow.

Lord, do you care about my dinner?Is this money not to be buckled from the moon?

Young master, do you eat three meals a day and eat white rice?

Do you eat a chicken?

Is this half-cred chicken mine?

Young master, do you still light candles to read at night?

You’re probably a rich man in the legend, aren’t you?