There is a text in the primary school, which has a sentence "stick to the squid, the pheasant flying into the rice cooker", in order to describe the richness of the wildlife in the Sanjiang Plain.Although the city of Ihkurun is not a three-river plain, it is also a wild mountain goods.Real women who live fishing and hunting are born to be fishermen, but compared with Zhou Qingfeng...

A burst of "lightning" down, the diameter of tens of meters of the water constantly floating fat fish.Zhou Qingfeng shouted, although few people understood his words, but the meaning of his words was expressed from the urgent tone - let the old man fish!

Zhou Qingfeng lacked enough management cadres but controlled slaves, and simply found a job that did not require cadre management.The new slaves of more than two hundred were already in a mess, but they were in the same spirit in the matter of fishing—the water splashed on the river, and one fish after another was thrown ashore by the slaves responsible for fishing.

Slaves working on the shore also scrambled to see the strangeness, and even lost discipline.They had never seen a fish as easy as they had seen today—a thunder, and the fish had sent it to the door.This is amazing!

When all the fish came up, all the slaves were happy.The slaves who were fishing in the water were particularly excited, and in just a few minutes they lost nearly a hundred fish, large and small, to the shore.In the past, this should be at least the same person with the net for most of the day.

“All right, all right.”Zhou Qingfeng's "electric horn" sounded again, "every one who should work to work, fish first ashore, sir, I also rest first."Sun Ren, you pick a group of people from the new slave to come out and roast fish.Today everyone can have fish on the site.”

The slaves originally looked at the fish only with their mouths, but they could hear that Zhou Qingfeng was willing to share these fishes for them to eat, one by one, which was really beaming.The logging farm has firewood, and the smell of roasted fish quickly spread everywhere.Slaves have always been hungry, smell this fragrance, and think that they can eat, one by one, they are absent-minded, waiting to eat fish.

“You want to eat fish, don’t you?”Zhou Qingfeng stood on the mound and shouted with the "electric horn", "Who was the most literate person yesterday?"

The twilight looked at Sun Ren.Because of its relatively high literacy, this female slave occasionally replaced Zhou Qingfeng to teach other new Han slaves to learn Chinese characters.Sun Ren quickly pulled a young barefoot child from the slave.When the slave came over, Zhou Qingfeng found that the other party was about the same height as himself, but he was much thinner.

One of the last six months of the twilight has been there.He from the original one meter three to about one meter four, is about ten years old, the length is particularly fast.In front of this red lily should be about thirteen or four, because of malnutrition, the head is only about the same as Zhou Qingfeng.

“Have you learned a few words?”Zhou Qingfeng asked Chi**.

The little slave stretched out his fingers and began to count "one two three . . . ."He did not know how to represent sixteen, but only raised his fingers and toes to Zhou Qingfeng.He laughed and let the other side write the words on the ground.

Although they are all very simple words, they are written very seriously.After writing, Zhou Qingfeng asked Sun Ren, “Is he a Han Chinese?”

“His mother was a Han slave, and his father was the master of the city.When his father was still alive, everyone else regarded him as a real woman.When his father died, he was a slave.”Sun Ren replied.

He nodded his head, already knowing what was going on.

“What’s your name?”

“Jin Ge.”

“What?”

“Jin Ge.”

“Call it Ginger.I think you're a Han Chinese, and you've got to have a Han man's name."Zhou Qingfeng patted the shoulder of the red lily, let people take a fish that has just been roasted, a particularly large fish.He also took a packet of salt from his pocket, and the white grain of salt was sprinkled on the fish, fine and dense, mouth-watering.“Give me, eat.”

Chi** sibling with wide eyes holding the fish handed over by Zhou Qingfeng, his heart could not believe that this was for him.He was young, tall, and bullied at work and food.Now because of the literacy, I have received a reward.

Zhou Qingfeng continued to stand on the mound and shouted, "I now announce that as long as I learn to speak Chinese and write Chinese characters, I consider him to be a Han Chinese."As long as it is Han Chinese, I will give him preferential treatment.I have a prize for good Chinese people, hard-working Han people, and Chinese who are good at brain movement."

Most of the slaves were real women, but Zhou Qingfeng asked them to translate his words and tell all slaves.He also touched his sabre of light, caught the slender pig's tail on the back of Jingo's head gently cut, and threw his braids on the ground, leaving only a bald puff.

Ginger was eating fish cheerfully, and the fresh salty salty appetite of the salt was wide open.The whole fish was not wasted at all, except for the bone spurs in the fish's belly, and even the fish's head was swallowed into his stomach by his creasing.He was cut off from his hair, and he didn’t even feel it.

When the Han people are more noble than being a real woman, even the real women themselves think so.The reason why Zhou Qingfeng did this kind of snobbery was because the number of Han people under his command was too small, a total of only about 50 people.This number of people is really not a climate, and not everyone can be educated.

At present, human resources are too tight to allow Zhou Qingfeng to adhere to certain rules and regulations.If there is a real woman or anyone else who is willing to naturalize, he does not mind adding it.

This is also conducive to resolving contradictions, not to create an opposition between female and Han Chinese in slaves.Although there is no movement of those slaves now, Zhou Qingfeng believes that as long as there is good to see, the excellent people among the real female slaves will definitely want to "progress" and want to work hard for Zhou Qingfeng.

More than a hundred large and small fish are not enough, fortunately Zhou Qingfeng's spiritual strength is restored quickly.After he had supplemented the food himself and then used "stunning" again to bombard the fish in the river.

With the first experience, Zhou Qingfeng bombed four or five times in the afternoon, one better than one.More and more fish were picked up on the surface of the water, and it was really to let all the slaves working on the construction site eat a certain amount of fish.In the end, there are even fish left, and the reward can be given to the most laboring slaves on the construction site.

When Grandpa Sun sent dinner to the slaves, they all felt to Zhou Qingfeng when they learned about it: "With magic to fish, this has never been done."Even the women in the city, Belle, only hunts with the magic she has in their own hands, but they hunt in order to hone their ability to fight and kill.In order to feed the slaves and hunt them, Baylors would never do it.”

“If you don’t fill the stomachs of slaves, how do you get them to work?”Cindy thinks this is childish.

But Grandpa Sun shook his head, “Well, the real Baylors don’t think so.”They really would rather watch the slaves die than find a way to feed them.Today if this were to be exchanged for Ucha, he would have let all the fish be taken away, and none of them would have been given to the slaves."

Zhou Qingfeng knows that his ideas are always different from others.He suddenly said to Grandpa Sun: "The ideological position of the masses, if we do not occupy, the enemy will occupy."It is necessary to strengthen ideological education on this matter.Let the arrogance of the enemy become my ally.”

“What?”This is a phrase that my grandfather doesn’t understand.

"That is to say, to let the slaves know this thing today, to promote to them that they have fish to eat with the head of the Han family, and to follow the female real Belle can only die."Let them work hard for me and work for me.I am now seriously understaffed, and those who can catch it will never let go.”

“Buying the heart?”Grandpa knows this.The Chinese language is so simple, and the four words summarize a large paragraph of Zhou Qingfeng's words.

“Yes, it is to buy the heart.”Zhou Qingfeng said: "Although the number of wild women here is really large and strong, their culture is far worse than us."I can silently compile a group of people to expand their strength, but the back of the heart can determine the outcome of the war."

Grandpa Sun wrote down carefully and arranged this for Zhou Qingfeng.

At night, the whole site lit a torch.The slave who had eaten a full supper did not have much to complain about continuing to work, but felt that it deserved it.Zhou Qingfeng let the slaves rest alternately and took the initiative to close with them.Whether it is a Han Chinese or a real woman, he treats them as much as possible.

Regardless of the black cat and the white cat, it is a good cat that can work for Zhou Qingfeng.The skill of the united front is self-made.

But when Zhou Qingfeng walked to a slave circle, the slaves always closed their mouths and did not speak, and all bowed their heads and flinched.The habits that have been developed for a long time are not so easy to change.So Zhou Qingfeng called the slave called "Jingo" during the day and talked in a way that answered and chatted.

“Jing, tell me about your mother.Where is she?”He asked in half-adented words.

"I don't know."Jingo could speak Han and Manchu, and he was designated by Zhou Qingfeng to sit among the slaves, and he was very uncomfortable and constantly twisting about this feeling of being watched.In the past, this kind of being pulled out alone means that a mistake was being beaten.

“So your mother is okay with you?”Zhou Qingfeng asked again.

This question immediately touched the tear gland of Jingo, and he began to cry with his head down in tears, crying for a while before he said, "Without my mother, I would have died."

“Let’s talk about how your mother took care of you?”Zhou Qingfeng deliberately asked this sensational question, and he also paid special attention to the emotions of other slaves around him, to see if they were listening and whether they felt anything.

"My mother will feed me, she will protect me, and I will plead with my master."Ginger has no culture, he can only say a few words.Even crying and saying no later words, no logic.But he was crying and crying, and the word “mother” was enough to keep shouting in his mouth.For a moment, the other slaves around them began to sob, and they shed tears one by one.

In a collective atmosphere, it is difficult for people to be alone.It is like being in a lively star concert, people will feel involuntarily excited.And when Gingo cried out to his mother, the slaves around him slowly wailed.

Even the people who made it all felt so sad that they were going to shed tears.After forming a slave into a family group, he also needs a psychological identity between the slaves - we are all slaves, we all love our mothers, we all have tragic experiences, we are a group.The cohesion of a team comes from that.

The next step is to use that cohesion.

For the allies "see through the fear is not flowing", "camper ballistic without trace", "this book sin", "Justin_yu", "God release the devil ¢ heaven" plus.Here is a special mention of the "camper ballistic without trace", the old man for the "Belt and Road" and fight in Africa Zambia, is also a member of the country's territory expansion, ordinary but really hard, I deeply admire.According to him, China still has a lot to do in Africa, although the social security there is not very good, but willing to go to the fight of the Chinese people can make money in Africa - the only drawback is that the black girls are not in line with the aesthetics of our people.