You Can't Be Fierce Towards Me!

Fu Tian tiptoed and glanced in the direction where the officers and soldiers left, still somewhat muttering, how could he run so fast, as if he had seen a ghost.

Chu Xiangtian was afraid that he would be overwhelmed, so he quickly changed the subject, "Are you still watching?"

"Go back." As soon as he said, Fu Tian remembered that he had to go back to have lunch, and threw the matter just behind his mind.

The two talked and laughed and walked back, only to see a very familiar person standing at the gate of Fu's house.

The smile on Fu Tian's face faded, and the corners of his curved mouth were flattened, forming a straight line, "Wen Boli, what are you doing here?"

After not seeing this person for so long, Fu Tian almost forgot about him completely, but he didn't expect this person to come out like a fly again.

Wen Boli looked much haggard and older than before, his clothes and hair were neatly tidied up, but the months of imprisonment had sharpened his vigor, and the original gentle gentleman's spirit disappeared, leaving only a down-to-earth look. The hypocrisy and greasyness makes people feel sick to their stomachs.

Wen Boli also saw him, he was stunned for a moment before coming over, squinting his eyes to look at Fu Tian, ​​he seemed to not recognize this son, and after a while he smiled hypocritically: "But I haven't seen you for two months, you seem to have grown up Quite a few."

He even wanted to reach out and pat Fu Tian on the shoulder, but Chu Xiangtian stopped him halfway.

Fu Tian immediately stood a little further away, with undisguised disgust in his eyes, and asked again with a cold face, "What are you doing here?"

"I want to come back to see you...and your mother."

Wen Boli had a guilty expression on his face, "During the days in prison, I thought about many things, and I regretted it... I am the one who is sorry for you mother and son."

"If you really feel sorry for your mother, you shouldn't bother him anymore." Fu Tian looked at him sarcastically, "Or do you think you can enter the door of Fu's house by admitting your mistake with a few words of face?"

Fu Huang mercilessly exposed his high-sounding lies, "Without you, my mother and sister and I have a very good life."

Flicking his sleeves, Fu Tian walked into the door, looked at Wen Boli coldly and said, "Go by yourself or I will have someone chase you away, you choose one."

Wen Boli's expression was grim for an instant, and a moment later he forced out a distorted and false smile, "I really know I was wrong, and I just want to apologize to Qin Niang in person."

"Laifu, drive people away."

But Fu Tian didn't want to talk to him too much, he felt an eyesore even if he took a second look, so he asked the porter to chase him away.

The tall and strong concierge rolled up his sleeves and came out, staring at Wen Boli aggressively.

Knowing that he couldn't get it today, Wen Boli wisely left.

Walking around the corner, the Fu family's house was blocked by a wall, and the smirk on Wen Boli's face instantly collapsed, and his cloudy eyes were full of complex emotions of remorse, anger, and resentment.

He stayed in prison for nearly two months, the life there was simply unbearable, two months was more difficult than two years, and he fell into such a situation, his wife and children did not Came to visit once.

He resented Fu Youqin's unfeelingness, but regretted his original choice. When he was in prison, he imagined again and again that if he hadn't been fooled by Bai Ruihe, but had lived a good life with Fu Youqin, then he would still be a famous Wen family head. Not a prisoner with a ruined future.

Resentment and remorse twisted two forces in his heart, almost tore him in two, one half crazily clamored for revenge, and the other half regretted and wanted to redeem.

The expression on the old face was distorted, and Bai Ruihe, who had not waited for him to find him, was taken aback by the expression on his face.

After hesitating for a moment, he put on a smile again and walked towards him, "Brother Wen, have you seen my sister?"

Wen Boli turned his head to look at her, the ferocious look on his face hadn't completely faded away, he looked at her for a while with gloomy eyes, until the smile on Bai Ruihe's face gradually froze, he put away the resentment on his face, and said: "She will always see you mine."

Bai Ruihe's heart was pounding. She felt that Wen Boli just now was like an evil spirit crawling up from hell, but now she and her son had to rely on Wen Boli, so she forced a smile, hugged him affectionately and said: "Tomorrow I've already found a house, I'll wait for you to go over and have a look, if you are satisfied, we can live in and have our own home..."

Wen Boli glanced back, and left with her without saying a word.

******

Fu Huang didn't tell Fu Youqin that Wen Boli had been released and even found him.

Although he really hoped that Wen Boli would stay there for the rest of his life, the original ink corruption case was actually not deeply involved with Wen Boli. It was only because of Wei Yang's intentional confession and the delay of the new county magistrate that he was able to close it for two months. Not taking office, which delayed the release of people.

Two months passed so quickly that Fu Tian even forgot that there was such a person as Wen Boli.

Deliberately skipping over this unpleasant episode, Fu Tian originally thought that Wen Boli should be sensible and stay away, but who knew that the next day, he appeared at the gate of Fu's house again.

It looked like he had gone back and tidied it carefully, and the depression on his face was gone. He was holding a bouquet of unknown wild flowers in his arms, holding a letter and looking eagerly at the door.

So Fu Youqin, who was about to go out with Fu Tian, ​​saw him at a glance.

Fu Youqin paused in his steps, and slowly frowned, then without looking at him again, he helped Fu Tian's hand into the carriage.

Seeing that they pretended not to see him, Wen Boli froze for a moment, then laughed again, and stood in front of the carriage with flowers in his arms.

"Qin Niang, don't you even want to see me? I just want to apologize to you."

Fu Youqin didn't make a sound in the car, and asked Fu Tian in a low voice, "When did it start?"

"Yesterday." Fu Tian said.

Fu Youqin rubbed the center of her brows, Wen Boli's appearance seemed to be repentant, but it was just another trick to play tricks.

When Wen Boli was young, his family was poor and he couldn't afford expensive gifts. Every day before the sun rose, Wen Boli went to pick a handful of the freshest wild flowers with dew for her.

When I was young and fell in love, I thought this was probably the most beautiful thing, but now being brought out by Wen Boli, I just feel disgusting.

"Come on, leave him alone."

The groom got the order, pulled the reins, and the horse raised its hooves, regardless of the person standing in front of it, and stepped straight towards Wen Boli.

Wen Boli hurriedly dodged to avoid it, but the flowers and letter in his hand fell to the ground and were run over by horseshoes and wheels.

……

Originally thought that with this experience, Wen Boli would no longer take the humiliation of himself, but who knew that he would come here every day with a bouquet of flowers and wait.

The concierge had to explain that he was not allowed to approach the gate, so he stood far away and waited where he could see it as soon as he went out.

Fu Tian was so annoyed that he was so angry that he almost asked Chu Xiangtian to beat him up.

"It's better to live in Zhuangzi for a while." Fu Tian said: "I just want to go to Zhuangzi to have a look." Otherwise, looking at Wen Boli's hypocritical face every day, I would eat two bowls less.

Fu Youqin didn't react that much. After recognizing Wen Boli's true face, she felt that this man could do anything to achieve his goal.

After pondering for a while, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and it is not bad to go to Zhuangzi to escape the heat, she nodded, "I'll get someone to pack up."

……

Early the next morning, a carriage and three horses slowly headed for Zhuangzi outside the town.

Fu Tian rode a horse and walked side by side with Chu Xiangtian, looking back from time to time.

Zhou Chuanqing didn't know what stimulated him. Today, when he saw a flower or a bird, he had to recite a poem full of emotion. Although Fu Tian had read a lot of books, he still couldn't compose poems, so he had a headache.

Chu Xiangtian laughed when he saw his wrinkled face, Fu Tian turned his head and gave him a fierce look, "What are you laughing at, can you?"

Chu Xiangtian choked, and muttered in a low voice that the young master is really not afraid of himself more and more.

The Zhuangzi to go to is in the northwest, about half an hour away from Sifang Town, and the group of people passed slowly, just in time for lunch.

The steward of Zhuangzi received the news in advance and brought the people of Zhuangzi to wait at the door.

Fu Huang helped Fu Youqin and Fu Shuyue off the carriage, and they entered surrounded by crowds.

This Zhuangzi is smaller than the Zhuangzi where the stewards were convened last time, but the interior is very unique. There are two large yards at the front and back of the house. The small lake in the backyard is a source of running water, and a winding wooden bridge is built on the lake. , the end of the wooden bridge is connected to an octagonal pavilion. When the wind blows, the curtains beside the pavilion dance lightly, which is quite interesting.

Everyone went to eat first. The cooking skills of Zhuangzi's chefs were not as good as those of Fu's chefs, but the raw materials were fresh and tasty, so the whole group was satisfied with the meal.

After lunch, Fu Youqin and Fu Shuyue went back to the backyard to rest first. Fu Huang didn't have the habit of taking a nap, so he asked the steward to find someone to guide him, and wandered outside the village.

Outside Zhuangzi is the farmland, and rice seedlings have started to be planted one after another this season. Fu Huang looked at the green seedlings in the field, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

These may be the guarantee of survival for the next two years. I walked along the ridge with my hands behind my back and asked, "How much can this acre of land produce?"

The servant who led the way replied: "Some are nearly three stones, and some are more than two stones."

Zhuangzi owns nearly [-] mu of land. If one mu of land is calculated at two shi, then this Zhuangzi will have a harvest of [-] shi for one season of mid-season rice.

If you add other Zhuangzi, the harvest will be even more impressive.

Fu Huang silently calculated that a small part of these grains would be sent to shops for sale, and most of the rest would be suspended from sale and hoarded to prepare for the upcoming severe drought.