Red Chamber: Bring Xue Baochai home at the beginning

Chapter 77

"Dog, can you still see them?"

Feng Yibo kept his back facing the shore with his tall and straight posture.

He stood for almost a cup of tea before the boat drove away.

Already back pain.

Gouzi leaned on the side of the boat, squinting and watching.

"Little master, I can't see you this time."

"oops!"

Hearing this, Feng Yibo relaxed and moved his back.

Gouzi hurriedly helped him to sit down, and Xiangling also came over to pat his back and rub his shoulders.

"The price of being handsome is quite high."

Xiang Ling's little hands pressed well, Feng Yibo grinned comfortably.

Gouzi was also grinning widely, looking like a fool.

Ever since I received Qianhu's report, I haven't closed my mouth.

Seeing Feng Yibo relaxed at this moment, he bit his lip shyly, and said:
"Little master, let's discuss something with you."

"Say."

Feng Yibo twisted his shoulders, and said to Xiang Ling:

"You go and get Qian Jia's poems, I will continue to teach you how to compose poems today."

"Okay, wait a moment, sir!"

When Xiangling heard that she was being taught to compose poetry, her eyes lit up immediately.

He hurriedly went to the cabin to get a book.

At this time Gouzi circled around to Feng Yibo's front.

"Little master, that...that..."

Gouzi hesitated, and finally said flatteringly:
"Can you stop calling me a dog in the future?"

yo!

Is this floating?

I just finished taking care of my brother-in-law, and I'm going to take care of the dog again.

Hearing this, Feng Yibo adjusted his posture first.

Cai said: "Then don't call me the little master."

Gouzi's smile suddenly froze on his face, and his whole body froze.

He forced a smile, waved his hands repeatedly and said:

"Don't, don't, I'm just talking casually."

Say so.

But the disappointment on his face was beyond words.

Feng Yibo lay there comfortably, and smiled when he saw this:

"You think you are a five-rank thousand household, and your rank has surpassed me, right?"

It was a joke, of course, but it wasn't funny at all.

The fifth grade is almost the highest grade that can be donated.

But don't talk about the five-rank candidate thousand households donated.

Even if it is really short of thousands of households.

Compared with the sixth-rank Imperial Academy attendant lecturer, the gap cannot be made up by rank.

Gouzi was so frightened that he rushed over, hugged his thigh and howled.

"Little master, this is wronging me to death!"

"is it?"

As if the thigh wasn't his, Feng Yibo remained indifferent.

He said again: "That means you feel that with the official status, I will send you to manage the new army."

As he spoke, he squinted at the dog and asked:
"So you think that the name Gouzi is not worthy of this position. If someone hears it, you will lose face."

"Right?"

"Um……"

Gouzi lowered his head and responded in a low voice, and then argued:

"I'm fine, the main reason is that I'm afraid of embarrassing the little master."

As soon as Feng Yibo heard it, he knew that what he said was insincere.

"Ugh!"

He sighed, sat up again and shook his head.

It's really unpredictable, the team is not easy to lead!
Looking at Gouzi's aggrieved face, he was ready to show affection first.

"Gouzi, you and Mengzi have been by my side since childhood, and have always been like relatives in my heart."

Gouzi was a little confused, but habitually wanted to explain.

"Little master... I..."

Feng Yibo stretched out his palm, signaling him not to speak yet.

"Before, I assigned jobs to you according to your personalities."

"Silly Mengzi, I'll let him practice Zhuang Ding for me."

"You who are smart, follow me and train as a housekeeper."

The implication is to pay more attention to the dog.

Training as a housekeeper is also true, after all, Uncle Chen is the housekeeper.

But hearing Feng Yibo's words, Gouzi felt a little ominous.

He said anxiously: "I know, the little master treats me..."

"However, things are different now!"

Before Gouzi could finish speaking, Feng Yibo interrupted.

As soon as the words came out, Gouzi immediately widened his eyes.

Feng Yibo didn't give him a chance to speak, but was ready to start to understand.

"I'm going back to the south of the Yangtze River this time to train soldiers, so naturally I have to use Mengzi."

This is what it should mean, and Gouzi knows it very well.

"Originally, I thought that you had been with me for so many years, so I donated an official body to you."

Although Gouzi understood, he couldn't help being discouraged when he heard the words.

It turned out that I was just a filler, and the donation was for the sake of following me for many years.

"I was still thinking, even if you can't help me with my military training, you can barely help me with my logistics."

Having said this, Feng Yibo's voice turned sharp.

"Look now, what's your state of mind?"

Gouzi raised a glimmer of hope when he heard it.

It turned out that I was useful.

But I let my master down, and I felt a little ashamed.

He didn't dare to look at Feng Yibo.

But Feng Yibo didn't finish yet, and said:

"Gouzi, you haven't been doing well yet, so you're just drifting off?"

"After you let me, how can I leave things to you with confidence?"

"Little master, I... I..."

The dog is obedient and speechless.

"Before you become an official, you learn to show off first?"

"Are you going to learn from those mediocre people in the dynasty?"

Feng Yibo still ignored him and continued to export.

"Since that's the case, what else should I do for you as a donator?"

Having said that, he sneered and said:
"Heh, then why don't I use them directly? It also saves 500 taels of silver!"

When Gouzi heard this, he felt ashamed and begged for mercy, and said, "Little master, I really know I was wrong."

"Okay, don't learn, have you learned some of these?"

Feng Yibo looked at him disappointedly, stretched out his hand, and said:

"You bring that notice."

Gouzi was very surprised when he heard this, and struggled: "Little master...don't...don't!"

Feng Yibo stared, and said word by word: "I'll let you bring it."

Gouzi was disappointed when he heard this.

Slowly from his arms, he took out the docile confession.

Feng Yibo stepped forward and pulled it away, sneered, "You're not a little addicted to being an official, aren't you?"

Gouzi looked at Feng Yibo aggrievedly, his eyes glanced at him from time to time.

He said in his mouth: "No... little master... I... I really know I was wrong..."

At this time, Feng Yibo saw Xiang Ling coming back with the book, so he asked her:

"Xiangling, tell Gouzi how this came about."

Gouzi has been showing off everywhere these days.

When Xiangling saw the confession, she knew what it was.

He said, "it was rewarded by the uncle."

As soon as these words came out, Gouzi only felt a bang in his head!
Finally understand where I went wrong.

"Little master, I was wrong."

He scrambled and threw himself at Feng Yibo's feet.

"Little master, Gouzi really knows his mistake this time!"

"Xiangling is still the best!"

Feng Yibo ignored him, and casually put the confession in the book, saying:
"Come on, let's continue studying poetry."

It was like that along the way.

Sometimes he taught Xiangling to read, and sometimes he beat Gouzi.

Seeing that he was approaching Yangzhou, Feng Yibo returned the report to Gouzi.

Gouzi was forgiven and heaved a long sigh of relief.

Since then, I have adjusted my mentality and stopped thinking about being an official or not.

He understands now.

My future is not in a report.

It's on the little master.

(End of this chapter)