"Major General, Liu Yao has already been sent on board the ship. His eldest son Liu Ji also specially gave you a thank you note. Would you like to take a look at it?"
Zhuge Liang took out a roll of bamboo slips from his sleeve and handed it to Yuan Yao's case.
Yuan Yao is still immersed in correcting memorials sent from various places.
"What good words can he write as a ten-year-old kid?"
"You can keep it to yourself."
"promise."
Zhuge Liang reached out to take back the bamboo slips, stood in front of Yuan Yao, and opened them to read.
After a few breaths, Zhuge Liang read the contents of the bamboo slips at a glance, then rolled up the bamboo slips and placed them into a pile of bamboo slips.
"How can these mediocre people become county magistrates and magistrates?"
Yuan Yao's patience was finally worn out, so he pushed forward several cases and lost his temper.
"I've been here in Yuzhang for more than half a year, conquering here and there. Have you ever asked them for a penny or a grain of grain?"
"At the end of the New Year, it's just that everyone can't pay the money and food. They still cry and complain that they are tired. They reach out and ask me for money or food?"
"I owe it to you!"
Zhuge Liang picked up the bamboo slips scattered on the ground and silently put them back on the case.
Yuan Yao cursed and his chest finally felt a little more relaxed. Looking at Zhuge Liang's respectful look, he suddenly had an idea in his mind.
"My dear brother, I have something I want to discuss with you."
Zhuge Liang's body trembled and he quickly smiled and said: "Young General, haven't we already said that since I serve you as the master, I should be distinguished from my superiors and inferiors."
"How dare I, a young man, call you my brother?"
Yuan Yao: "Brother Xian, there is no one here, what are you afraid of?"
Zhuge Liang shook his head: "The order of superiority and inferiority is a matter of etiquette. How can there be distinction between people in front and behind?"
"Hey~ Why do you need to be so invisible?"
"Why don't we just cut off the chicken head and burn the yellow paper to pay homage to Guan Gong and become righteous brothers, so that no one will say otherwise."
Yuan Yao still refused to give up any opportunity to bring himself closer to Zhuge Liang.
Zhuge Liang asked in confusion: "Respect Guan Gong?"
Yuan Yao slapped his head: "Aha, did I say that?"
"Don't worry about the little details, they're not important!"
"Those who achieve great things don't stick to trivial matters. As long as you are willing, it doesn't matter if I and you are equals?"
Zhuge Liang still shook his head violently.
He no longer wanted to reason with Yuan Yao, nor did he bother to think about why Yuan Yao felt so good about him.
"Major General, what do you like about me?"
"I'll change it! Isn't it okay if I change it?"
Zhuge Liang already spoke with a vibrato.
Seeing the goddess, the male god looked ugly, so Yuan Yao gave up in frustration.
"Okay, it's up to you. If I don't call you Xiandi from now on, I'll still call you Xiao Zhuge."
"But I also have a small request."
Zhuge Liang's eyes, which were originally bright, dimmed immediately after hearing the sound.
"You will read these memorials for me first."
"If you can handle it, just review the reply without telling me what you think or do."
"If you can't handle it, send it to me with your opinion."
"But don't send me all the memorials. Otherwise, I will not only read their memorials but also your notes. Then I will just make myself miserable!"
Zhuge Liang's eyes widened again. He thought about countless possibilities, but he never thought that Yuan Yao would directly give him full authority to review.
Has Yuan Yao lost his mind?
Isn't he afraid that he will seize power, manipulate the military and government, use public affairs for personal gain, and form cliques?
Or does it mean that he extremely trusts himself as a person?
As a sixteen-year-old boy, what kind of character do I have?
Could it be that this is a test for me?
"Not speaking means you agree!"
Yuan Yao stretched, stood up and walked towards the bedroom.
"Let's start today."
Zhuge Liang hurriedly stepped forward and stopped in front of Yuan Yao: "General, I am just a military advisor..."
"And to this day, I still don't know what the official position of the 'Military Advisor' you appointed me is? What are its responsibilities?"
"Shouldn't he be an idle assistant who delivers documents and puts them into categories?"
Yuan Yao was stunned for a moment. The military advisor's wine sacrifice was an idea he had plagiarized from Cao Cao.
However, Cao Cao only assigned this official position to Guo Jia in the third year of Jian'an, and there is no such statement at this time.
"How can I?"
"From now on, I will officially grant you the authority to review and review reports. Whether it is county government affairs or military intelligence, you have the authority to handle matters on an ad hoc basis."
When saying this, Yuan Yao deliberately raised his voice and emphasized his tone.
Because this sentence was not only spoken to Yuan Yao, but also to the few clerks with swords and pens next to him and the people whose figures were hidden behind the curtains.
"If you like to organize those documents, just sort them into categories as you please!"
"That's it!"
Yuan Yao opened the door and strode out.
Several Daobi clerks knelt on the ground and bent over to see Yuan Yao out.
After Yuan Yao walked away, these people slowly stood up. After looking at each other, they all knelt down in front of Zhuge Liang respectfully.
"I've seen military advisors offer wine!"
Zhuge Liang was stunned on the spot, and it took him a long time before his brain came to his senses.
The so-called sacrificial wine originally refers to the elders who drank wine to worship the gods during ancient banquets.
Later, it was also generally called the elder or the venerable.
After the Han Dynasty, sacrificial wine was introduced as the chief of various equivalent official positions.
For example, in the Han Dynasty, doctors were set up to offer wine to the doctor, who was the head of the doctor; in Wang Mang's time, there were also one person to offer wine to his masters and friends, and one person each to offer wine to the minister, admonisher, and six classics.
The prince's mentor, the admonishment officer, and the six classics academic officials are not all the same person, but each has one person to offer wine, who is the chief and in charge.
The strategist's offering of wine naturally means the chief strategist and the mastermind.
Zhuge Liang looked at the swordsmen and pen officials in front of him who were prostrating themselves towards him, and thought to himself, could it be that Yuan Yao really regarded himself as the chief military advisor and the only mastermind?
But even the chief military advisor is only the chief of staff and should live behind the scenes. He does not have the authority to review important military and political matters, right?
After a long time.
Only Yuan Yao's voice was heard coming from the back hall.
Although the voice was low, Zhuge Liang could vaguely hear a few words.
"Beauty, here I come! Hehe!"
"Have you finished taking a shower?"
"Where is it hidden?"
"If I find it, I'll fuck you!"
"So you are here, beauty...wait, I forgot to close the door, please wait..."
