"Gouzi, can you still see them?"
Feng Yibo kept his back to the shore with an upright posture.
He stood there for almost a while before the boat sailed away.
Already have back pain.
The dog was leaning on the side of the boat, squinting at the sight.
"Little master, I can't see you this time."
"oops!"
After hearing this, Feng Yibo relaxed and moved his back.
Gouzi quickly helped him sit down, and Xiangling also came over to rub his back and shoulders.
"The price of being cool is quite high."
Xiang Ling's little hands pressed well, and Feng Yibo grinned comfortably.
The dog beside him also grinned widely, looking like a crazy man.
Ever since receiving Qianhu's confession, he has never closed his mouth.
Seeing Feng Yibo relax at this time, he bit his lip with a shy face and said:
"Little master, let me discuss something with you."
"explain."
Feng Yibo twisted his shoulders and said to Xiang Ling:
"Go and get Qianjia Shi, and I will continue to teach you how to compose poems today."
"Okay, sir, wait a minute!"
When Xiangling heard that he was teaching her to compose poetry, her eyes suddenly lit up.
I went to the cabin to get the book.
At this time Gouzi came around to the front of Feng Yibo.
"Little master, that... that..."
Gouzi hesitated, and finally said with a flattering face:
"Can you please stop calling me Gouzi from now on?"
Yo ho!
Is this floating?
I just finished taking care of my brother-in-law, and now it’s time to take care of the dog again.
After hearing this, Feng Yibo adjusted his posture first.
Then he said: "Then don't call me little master."
Gouzi's smile suddenly froze on his face, and his whole person shrank.
He forced a smile, waved his hands and said:
"No, no, no, I'm just talking casually."
Say so.
But the disappointment on his face was palpable.
Feng Yibo lay there comfortably and smiled when he saw this:
"You think you are a fifth-grade Qianhu, and your rank has surpassed mine, right?"
This is a joke, of course, but it's not funny at all.
Fifth grade is almost the highest grade that can be donated.
But don't mention the thousands of households that are candidates for the fifth grade of donation.
Even if there is a real shortage of 1,000 households.
Compared with the sixth-grade lecturer of the Hanlin Academy, the gap cannot be made up by grade.
When the dog heard this, he was so frightened that he rushed over to him, hugged his thigh and howled.
"Little Master, this is such an injustice to me!"
"Yeah?"
As if the thigh was not his, Feng Yibo remained indifferent.
Then he said: "That means you think that now that you have an official position, I will send you to manage the new army."
As he spoke, he squinted at Gouzi and asked:
"So you think that the name Gouzi is not worthy of this position. If anyone hears it, you will be embarrassed."
"Right?"
"Um……"
Gouzi lowered his head and responded softly, then defended:
"It's nothing wrong with me. The main reason is that I'm afraid of embarrassing my little master."
As soon as Feng Yibo heard this, he knew that he didn't mean what he said.
"well!"
He sighed, sat up straight again and shook his head.
People’s hearts are really unpredictable, and it’s hard to lead a team!
Seeing the aggrieved look on Gouzi's face, he was ready to show his affection first.
"Gouzi, you and Mengzi have been by my side since childhood, and they have always been like relatives in my heart."
Gouzi was a little confused, but he still wanted to explain out of habit.
"Little master...I..."
Feng Yibo stretched out his palm to signal him not to speak yet.
"I assigned you errands based on your personalities."
"If you're a stupid fierce guy, I'll let him train Zhuang Ding on my behalf."
"You who are clever, stay with me and train me as a steward."
The implication is that you should pay more attention to the dog.
Training as a butler is also true. After all, Uncle Chen is a butler.
But after hearing Feng Yibo's words, Gouzi had an ominous premonition.
He said anxiously: "I know, my little master treats me..."
"But, things are different now!"
Before Gouzi could finish speaking, Feng Yibo interrupted.
As soon as these words came out, Gouzi's eyes suddenly widened.
Feng Yibo didn't give him a chance to speak, but was about to start reasoning.
"When I return to Jiangnan this time, I want to train troops, so naturally I have to use Mengzi again."
This is what it should mean, and Gouzi knows it very well.
"Originally, I thought that you have been with me for so many years, so I also donated an official career to you."
Although Gouzi understood, he still couldn't help but feel discouraged when he heard the words.
It turned out that I was just a fill-in, and the donation was based on my years of following.
"I'm still thinking that even if you can't help me train my troops, you can still help me with logistics."
At this point, Feng Yibo's voice turned sharp.
"But look now, what's your state of mind?"
When Gouzi heard this, he felt hopeful again.
It turns out that I am useful.
But he had let his master down, and he felt a little ashamed.
He didn't dare to look at Feng Yibo.
But Feng Yibo wasn’t done yet and said again:
"Gouzi, you haven't done anything yet, and you're already in high spirits?"
"How can I trust you to handle things in the future?"
"Little Master, I...I..."
The dog was submissive and speechless.
"You haven't even become an official yet, so you have to learn how to put on a show?"
"Do you want to learn from the mediocre people in the court?"
Feng Yibo still ignored him and continued to output.
"If that's the case, then why should I donate my official position to you?"
At this point he sneered and said:
"Haha, why don't I just use them? I can save two thousand five hundred taels of silver!"
When Gouzi heard this, he immediately felt ashamed and begged for mercy, saying, "Little master, I really know I was wrong."
"It's okay not to learn. Do you want to learn these things?"
Feng Yibo looked at him with a disappointed look on his face, stretched out his hand and said:
"Bring me the certificate."
Gouzi was surprised when he heard this and struggled: "Little master...don't...don't!"
Feng Yibo glared and said word by word: "I'll let you get it."
Gouzi looked reluctant when he heard this.
Slowly, he took out the docile Gai Shen from his arms.
Feng Yibo stepped forward and pulled him over, sneering: "Aren't you addicted to officialdom?"
Gouzi looked at Feng Yibo aggrievedly, his eyes glancing at him from time to time.
He said: "No... little master... I... I really know I was wrong..."
At this time, Feng Yibo saw Xiang Ling coming back with a book, and asked her:
"Xiang Ling, tell Gouzi how this came about."
The dog has been showing off a lot these days.
As soon as Xiangling saw Gai Shen, she knew what it was.
He said, "It was rewarded by the uncle."
As soon as these words came out, Gouzi felt a bang in his head!
Finally understood where I went wrong.
"Little master, I was wrong."
He rolled and crawled to Feng Yibo's feet.
"Little master, the dog has really realized his mistake this time!"
"Xiang Ling is still the best!"
Feng Yibo ignored him, casually tucked the lawsuit in the book and said:
"Come, let's continue studying poetry."
That was it for the rest of the journey.
Sometimes he taught Xiang Ling to read, and sometimes he beat the dog.
When he saw that he was approaching Yangzhou, Feng Yibo returned the lawsuit to Gouzi.
Gouzi was forgiven and let out a long sigh of relief.
I have adjusted my mentality and stopped thinking about official matters.
He understands now.
My future does not depend on a piece of paper.
But on the little master.
