Zhang Qi has never failed to plant spiritual points so far. The previous wolf cubs including today's wolf cubs have been successfully planted.
But there are always exceptions, such as the boy in front of Zhang Qi. Among these children, he should be the oldest, and his figure is somewhat well-proportioned, not as skinny as the others.
Zhang Qi looked at him and asked with a ferocious face: "I am responsible for your food and clothing. Tell me, why are you still hostile to me?"
The disappearance of his friends around him had already made the boy tremble. When he heard Zhang Qi's question, he was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground and shouted: "I don't dare, noble man, I don't dare to be hostile to you. "
Facing his explanation, Zhang Qi smiled disdainfully. Whether he believed it or not, he was a fool who knew how to choose.
He gave the boy an unlucky look and said, "It's just a pity that I have five kilograms of good food!"
"Harrier!"
"here I am."
"Drag it out, drag it far away, and deal with it!"
"good!"
During the conversation, the boy's fate had been decided. Zhang Qi gave them the same opportunity. Others took advantage of it, but he didn't. No wonder Zhang Qi was cruel.
Yao grabbed the boy's back collar and dragged him outside. He did not soften at all because of the boy's wails. When he walked to the door of the yurt, Yao smiled at the crossbowman who was in charge of guarding, and then reached for the crossbowman's waist. The spiked hammer between.
The crossbowman didn't stop him and allowed the Harrier to walk away with his spiked hammer. After a while, the Harrier ran back from outside and inserted the spiked hammer that had wiped clean blood into the crossbowman's waist again.
"It was dragged out for a mile and killed. It was completely dead and covered with snow."
Harrier said to Zhang Qi, and Zhang Qi nodded: "Thank you."
Then he pointed to the pot that was still simmering and said, "Let's eat, Lu Mu, sit down and tell me, what do you know?"
After watching the children disappear, and then watching Zhang Qi kill one, Lu Mu was in a daze. It wasn't until Harrier pushed him impatiently a few times that he came back to his senses.
"What are you doing standing still? Qi asked you, what kind of work do you know?"
Yao took the ten thousand hot pumpkin broth from Hui's hand and handed it to Lu Mu, then took out half a piece of cake from his arms and handed it over.
"Yes, yes, the little old man was a little distracted just now. I hope you don't blame me."
"It's okay, let's talk while we eat."
Zhang Qi also took the Ten Thousand Pumpkin broth and took a sip, which warmed his whole body.
During the meal, Lu Mu also said bit by bit what he knew.
You don’t know if you don’t ask, but you will be shocked when you ask. In the Xiongnu tribe, Lu Mu was just an ordinary slave who knew how to work as a carpenter and mason. But after being exchanged by Zhang Qi, he opened his heart and discovered that he was actually a healer!
Although he is only a doctor in a small village, this is enough for Zhang Qi to be happy. There is no other reason than that he is a doctor who knows how to write!
"So you are literate! No wonder you speak so politely, you turn out to be a gentleman."
Zhang Qi was overjoyed.
Lu Mu shook his hand modestly: "Sir, I don't dare to take it seriously. I just know more than a hundred characters and some simple pathologies."
Zhang Qike didn't listen to these modest words. Although he was teaching the wolf cubs pinyin and simplified Chinese characters, they were all for the sake of internal cohesion. Today's trend is still Chinese characters.
Even the Huns used Chinese characters. The Huns only had language but no writing, so they naturally got used to the existence of Chinese characters in the collision with the Chinese nation.
Of course, not many grassland people are literate, and there are not even a few hundred Xiongnu tribes in total. Except for those at the top of power, ordinary Huns only communicate in language, not in writing.
Pulling Lu Mu's hand, Zhang Qi said kindly: "From now on, you will communicate with us as a normal person. The days of slaves are over, and things will get better and better in the future."
After saying that, he did not forget to tell Bo and others to take care of him on weekdays.
Hearing what Zhang Qi said, Lu Mu also burst into tears. This was the first time in his several years of slave life that he heard that he had returned to his normal status.
Words could no longer express his excitement. He knelt in front of Zhang Qi and made a big bow.
"If your husband wants anything, Lu Mu will definitely tell you everything you want!"
"Okay, okay, get up quickly. It's just in time. There is nothing to do in this winter except traveling. Why don't you first copy down all the words you have learned?"
"The young man must obey your husband's instructions, but this is just for copying..."
Lu Mu looked embarrassed. He had no objection to transcribing the words he knew, but now that there was no silk or bamboo slips, what could he use to write?
Zhang Qi patted his forehead and said to Lu Mu, "Wait a moment." Then he closed his eyes and waited for a few seconds to enter the world of riding and slashing.
Seeing Zhang Qi disappear, Lu Mu was stunned again. The harrier on the side took a bite, which brought Lu Mu back to his senses, and then he said in a triumphant tone: "Our Qi is a person blessed by God. The real God! Do you understand?”
As he spoke, he pointed to the sky above the yurt.
Lu Mu nodded in shock, his thoughts swirling for a moment.
In about ten seconds, Zhang Qi appeared in the yurt again, handing the cloth in his hand to Lu Mu and passing along a sharpened charcoal pencil.
"The conditions are simple, let's leave it like that for now."
Zhang Qi said and handed the thing into Lu Mu's hand, patted his shoulder and planted the spiritual point.
The process went smoothly, maybe because he was too stimulated today, the spiritual point was planted into Lu Mu's soul without any hindrance. Zhang Qi, who was already magical in his heart, became even more majestic for a while.
Lu Mu carefully put the cloth into his arms, and then continued to eat. He almost shed tears after eating this meal. After several years, several years, he finally ate human food again.
While they were eating, Ying and Ma San from outside also walked in and squeezed their way between the people without any politeness to squeeze out an empty seat.
Then he took a bowl to make rice, handed a bowl to Ma San, and then started eating by himself.
Before the meal was finished, ice shards began to roll up in the sky, and then heavy snow fell one after another, covering the whole world in white.
There was no way he would be able to catch up if he was in a hurry. Zhang Qi packed up his things and returned to the world of riding and slashing. In the yurt, a few people also started chatting there.
The one they discussed the most was Zhang Qi. One said how smart Zhang Qi was, and the other said how magical Zhang Qi was. For a while, the atmosphere in the yurt became familiar from the strangeness at the beginning.
On the other side of the small tribe, among the several killed corpses, the body of the man killed by the crossbowman had a mist that no one could see, and 90% of the mist was scattered between the sky and the earth.
The remaining 10% drifted to the place where Zhang Qi and the others camped. A trace of mist entered the body of the crossbowman, and the rest entered the world of riding and slashing from the place where Zhang Qi disappeared.
At the door of the yurt, the crossbowman who was in charge of guarding stretched out his hand and touched his belly, and then swallowed again.
