"My child, although he is not a wise person, is better than being honest and obedient. I don't expect him to be very successful in the future, but as long as he can learn 15% of your knowledge, it will not be in vain."
My old brother entrusted him to me."
Wei Yan achieved his goal, and with a happy heart, he took the lead and walked out of the meeting hall, patting Feng Yong on the shoulder shamelessly.
Feng Yong glanced at Wei Chang, who was following behind him with a simple and honest face, sighed, and said: "Brother Wensi, although I think he is a little dull and lacks adaptability, he is still good enough. Even if he can't do it, he is a bit dull."
If you are an independent person, you can rest assured if you leave everything to him."
"Just say that he only listens to orders and doesn't think about things." Wei Yan glanced at Feng Yong with disdain and said, "Smart words make people look good."
Don't be angry, don't be angry.
Feng Yong was so angry that he was trembling all over. He could only advise himself secretly in his heart, if you can't beat this old guy, just treat his words as farts, bah!
Damn it, which bastard gave me this nickname in the first place? Was it that old guy Liao Li?
How nice is the title "Young Hero"? It's grand, fresh and refined. When you hear it, you can tell that he is an extraordinary boy.
How can it be as clever and charming as this? Bah! When people hear it, they will think of a rat-headed and rat-brained image.
"What are you doing over there?"
Wei Yan was about to leave, but when he was walking through the open space in the camp, he suddenly heard a voice: "Brother Gouzi, I'm done. Do you think my calculation is correct?"
"Well, let me calculate, eight, nine, seventy-two, add seven and add four, we get eleven, add one more, you have added one less number."
I looked over curiously and saw a group of little dolls surrounding a corner, not knowing what they were doing.
One of the children was standing with his chest raised and his head held high, while another was holding a wooden board and asking him some questions.
"What are you doing?"
Wei Yan pointed and suddenly asked.
"Oh, those are some children from the Feng family who are learning arithmetic."
Feng Yong glanced at it and said casually.
"Arithmetic? What arithmetic?"
Wei Yan asked in surprise.
"One plus one equals two, seven times eight equals seventy-two or something."
"Huh? If you don't talk nicely, believe it or not, I will whip you?"
Wei Yan raised his hand, glared at Feng Yong and cursed.
"Seven, eight, fifty-six." Seeing Wei Yan's hand raised, Feng Yong immediately gave up and changed his words, "I just teach them some arithmetic."
"That kid, come here."
Wei Yan ignored Feng Yong's nonsense, pointed at the standing dog, and shouted.
When Gouzi heard the shouting, he pointed at himself uncertainly, and then looked at Feng Yong with some surprise. When he saw Feng Yong nodding, he got excited and ran over.
"I've seen my master's house and this grandpa."
The dog bowed obediently.
"Call me General. These are the few generals we have. We must not lose our etiquette."
Feng Yong said something with malice.
"But if you can't be called a general, it's better to be called Taigong."
Wei Yan was quite kind to Gouzi. He touched Gouzi's head and just said this.
Feng Yong was Gouzi's boss, but it was the first time he met Wei Yan. How could he listen to Wei Yan? He then bent down and saluted: "This little man has seen the great general."
Wei Yan's smiling face immediately froze, looking as disgusting as if he had eaten shit.
Feng Yong felt very happy when he saw it. How can you, an old man, show your qualifications in front of me? Let Gouzi call you General, and see if you dare to accept it?
Anyway, you are an ignorant child. Calling you a general means respect, admiration and admiration. What can you do to others?
Wei Yan resisted the urge to beat Feng Yong violently and pretended that he had not heard the name Gouzi.
Nowadays, the Han Dynasty has only one true general, and that is Zhao Yun. If he really accepts the offer, he will think that he can be compared with Zhao Yun.
To be honest, I currently do not have this qualification - otherwise, why would he not be among the five tigers?
Of course, if I make some further achievements, such as capturing Xiliang or Guanzhong, I can naturally accept the call of general with a clear conscience.
It's a pity that even though he knows that this kid is not well-intentioned, he can't beat him like he beats others. Li Yi is considered to be a general, and as a general, if he teaches the generals a lesson, he treats it as a lesson to the juniors.
But this kid's identity is different. To put it bluntly, he is not qualified to challenge other people's masters. The prime minister is here. I heard that General Zhao also studied under an expert. I guess he can teach this disgusting guy who instigates others.
"I have fifty stones of military rations in my hand that I want to share. There are fifteen schools of troops. How many stones can each school's troops get?"
Wei Yan looked at the little boy in front of him and suddenly asked this question.
Gouzi raised his fingers and counted, but maybe he didn't figure it out. He squatted on the ground and counted for a while, and then said: "Go back to Grandpa, this is an endless share. There are fifteen schools, and each school will get three stones."
.Then Grandpa will still have five stones left in his hand."
"This is impossible, I..."
When Wei Yan heard Gouzi's words, he was about to refute him on the spot, but in the middle of his words, he suddenly stopped and looked as if he didn't know what he was thinking.
Feng Yong stood aside and almost laughed after hearing this conversation. He quickly held it in and looked away.
The questions this old guy asked are also very interesting. Is there any way to divide food by dividing fifty by fifteen?
Judging from his appearance, it is estimated that the person who distributed the food to him probably didn’t have anything left... and the rest would of course go into his own pocket!
Hey, that's not right. Isn't this grain and grass officer Zhuge Qiao? Zhuge Qiao is not capable of doing such a dishonorable thing, right?
Wei Yan thought for a while, then suddenly turned around and asked Feng Yong: "Boss Feng, tell me, can you fully distribute these 50 shi of food among the people of the 15th school?"
"Well," Feng Yong coughed, "of course the division can be completed, it depends on how General Wei divides it. The remaining five stones will be divided into fifty buckets, and then divided again, and finally
There are only five buckets left, so it’s probably no big deal.”
Feng Yong's words were extremely vicious. Why should five stones be divided into fifty buckets? Isn't fifty buckets still five stones? Isn't this a joke? He won't divide it?
After hearing this, Wei Yan clenched and unclenched his fists, turned around and kicked Wei Chang, who rolled out like a gourd on the spot.
"How did you distribute those military rations a few days ago? Huh?"
Not only did Wei Yan kick him, he also cursed loudly.
After Wei Chang rolled around a few times, he got up as if nothing had happened. He just glanced at Gouzi with a resentful look, then looked at Feng Yong, shrank his neck, and couldn't speak.
Although Gouzi is smart, he is just a farmer's child after all. Seeing this situation, he was a little scared.
