As the two of them boarded the small boat.
Zhi'er took the initiative to sit at the bow.
The boatman was about to set off, but Feng Fuce said, "No need to trouble you, I'll row this journey."
"Ah?" The boatman was taken aback, it was the first time he heard a guest request to row the boat themselves.
Lei Hu understood the Marquis's intentions.
He stepped forward and handed the boatman five taels of silver.
"Our master doesn't need your service here, take the silver, go ashore for a cup of tea, and rest a bit. Once we're done with the boat, we'll return it to the shore ourselves."
The boatman saw the silver and thanked him repeatedly, "Thank you, sir!"
It's rare to encounter such generous guests!
Overjoyed, the boatman left.
Feng Fuce rowed the boat, and the small vessel gradually headed toward the center of the lake.
Zhi'er felt the gentle breeze coming her way.
