Farmer of Shu Han

"My boy, although he is not a smart person, he is better than being obedient. I don't expect him to be very successful in the future, but as long as he can learn half of what you have learned, I will not be in vain. The old brother entrusted him to me."

Wei Yan achieved his goal, with a big heart, he took the lead out of the meeting room, and patted Feng Yong's shoulder shamelessly.

Feng Yong took a look at Wei Chang who was honestly following behind, with a simple and honest face, sighed, and said: "I think Brother Wensi is a little dull and not enough to adapt, but being conservative is enough. Even if you can't do it On the independent side, you can rest assured if you entrust him to do things."

"You just say that he only obeys orders and doesn't change his mind." Wei Yan glanced at Feng Yong contemptuously, "Smart words."

Don't be angry, don't be angry.

Feng Yong was so angry that he was trembling all over, he could only secretly advise himself in his heart, if you can't beat this old bastard, just treat his words as farting, bah!

Damn it, which bastard gave me this nickname in the first place? Is it that old guy Liao Li?

How nice is the name Young Hero? Atmospheric, fresh and refined, one can tell that he is an extraordinary young man.

How can it be like this clever talk? Pooh! When people hear it, they will think of a wretched image of a mouse-headed mouse-brain.

"What's going on over there?"

Wei Yan was about to leave, but when he passed 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 do the math, eighty-nine-seventy-two, add seven to four, get eleven, and add one more, you've lost one number."

Looking curiously at the moment, I saw a group of little dolls in a corner, and I don't know what they are doing.

One of the children was standing with his chest held high, and the other was holding a wooden board and asking him some questions.

"What is that doing?"

Wei Yan pointed and asked suddenly.

"Oh, those are some children from the Feng family, who are learning arithmetic."

Feng Yong glanced at it and said indifferently.

"Arithmetic? What arithmetic?"

Wei Yan asked in surprise.

"One plus one equals two, seven times eight gets seventy-two."

"Huh? If you don't speak well, believe it or not, this old man will beat you?"

Wei Yan raised his hand, stared at Feng Yong and cursed.

"Seven eight fifty six." Seeing Wei Yan raised his hand, Feng Yong immediately faltered, and changed his words, "It's just to teach them some arithmetic."

"Baby, come here."

Wei Yan ignored Feng Yong's nonsense, pointed to the dog standing there, and shouted.

Hearing the shout, Gouzi pointed to himself uncertainly, then looked at Feng Yong in astonishment, and when he saw Feng Yong nodding, he got excited, let go of his feet and ran over.

"I've seen the master's house, I've seen this grandpa."

Gouzi saluted obediently.

"It's called the Great General. These are the few generals among us big men, so we can't be rude."

Feng Yong said something maliciously.

"But I can't afford to be called a great general. It's fine to be called Grandpa."

Wei Yan was very kind to Gouzi, he patted Gouzi's head, just said that.

Feng Yong is Gouzi's master, but Wei Yan met for the first time. How could he listen to Wei Yan, so he bent down and made a big salute: "The villain has met the general."

Wei Yan's smiling face immediately froze, as disgusting as if he had eaten shit.

Feng Yong felt very happy watching it, let you, an old bastard, show your qualifications in front of me? Let the dog call you the general, and see if you dare to answer?

Anyway, are you an ignorant child? Calling you a general means respect, admiration, and admiration. What can you do to him?

Wei Yan resisted the urge to beat Feng Yong violently, as if he hadn't heard the name Gouzi.

Today, the big man has only one real general, and that is Zhao Yun. If he really agrees, he thinks he can be compared with Zhao Yun.

To be honest, the current self doesn't have the qualifications—otherwise, why isn't he among the five tigers?

Of course, if he made some more contributions, such as winning Xiliang or Guanzhong, then he would naturally accept the call of a great general with a clear conscience.

It's a pity that although he knew that this kid was uneasy and kind, he couldn't beat him like others. After Li Yi was considered a general, he, as a general, taught the juniors of the generals, so he regarded it as a lesson to the juniors.

This kid's identity is different. To put it bluntly, he is not qualified to challenge others. The prime minister is almost here. I heard that General Zhao also studied under an expert, so he probably can teach this guy who instigates disgusting people a lesson.

"The old man has fifty shi of military rations to share. There are fifteen schools in total. How many shi can each school get?"

Wei Yan looked at the little kid in front of him, and suddenly asked this question.

Gouzi counted with his fingers, maybe he didn't figure it out, squatted on the ground and dragged for a while, and then said: "Back to the grandpa, this is endless. Fifteen schools, each school gets three stones." .Then the grandpa still has five stones left in his hand."

"This is impossible, old man..."

When Wei Yan heard Gouzi's words, he was about to refute on the spot, but in the middle of speaking, he suddenly stopped talking, with an expression of not knowing what he was thinking.

Standing aside, Feng Yong almost laughed out loud after hearing this conversation, and quickly held back his gaze and looked away.

The title of this old guy is also interesting. There is also a saying of dividing the food by dividing fifty by fifteen?

Judging by his appearance, the person who gave him the food should have nothing left... The rest, of course, fell into his own pocket!

Hey, that's not right, isn't the food and grass officer Zhuge Qiao? Zhuge Qiao can't do such a shameful thing, can he?

Wei Yan thought for a while, then suddenly turned his head and asked Feng Yong: "Boy Feng, tell me, can the fifty shi of grain be distributed to the fifteenth school's people and horses?"

"Well," Feng Yong coughed, "Of course the division is complete, it depends on how General Wei divides it. The remaining five stones will be divided into fifty buckets, and then divided again, and finally With only five fights left, it must be no big deal."

Feng Yong's words were extremely vicious, why are five stones divided into fifty buckets? Isn't fifty buckets still five stones? This is not a joke, he can't divide?

Hearing this, Wei Yan clenched and released his fists, turned around and kicked Wei Chang, and Wei Chang rolled out on the spot like a string of gourds.

"How did you distribute those military rations a few days ago? Huh?"

It didn't count that Wei Yan kicked, and even cursed.

After rolling around a few times, Wei Chang got up as if nothing had happened. He just glanced at Gouzi resentfully, then at Feng Yong, shrunk his neck, and couldn't speak.

Although Gouzi is clever, he is just a child of a farmer after all. Seeing this situation, he was a little scared.