He couldn't scream, so Chu Xiangtian had to do it himself, pulling out the account book he had been holding tightly, blowing out the candlelight, and Chu Xiangtian picked up the man and returned to the East Courtyard.

Fu Tian was shaken and hummed twice in dissatisfaction. He struggled to penetrate Chu Xiangtian's arms and hid his face.

He patted him comfortably, and Chu Xiangtian took the man back to the room in the East Courtyard and gently placed it on the bed.

As soon as they were next to the bed, the sleeping person rolled to the bottom, curled up in a ball, and continued to sleep soundly.

He tried hard to pull the man back, took off his coat, and then took his hand to look at it. He fiddled with the abacus for the afternoon, his fingers were slightly red and swollen. Chu Xiangtian frowned, took hot water to wipe the ink on his hand, and found a ointment to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, and then gently pressed it on his hand.

The young master was so delicate that he put the abacus beads for a whole afternoon and the fingers were swollen. If he didn't rub it open properly, he would probably even hurt his wrists until tomorrow.

It took him half an hour to massage his wrists and fingers, and stuff his hands into the quilt. Chu Xiangtian poked his face gently and muttered softly, "It's really heartbreaking."

Fu Tian murmured like a response, turned over and turned his back to Chu Xiangtian.

Chu Xiangtian curled his lips and gently took the door for him. Then he went to the horse house and led the horse out of Fu's mansion to run towards Xishan Village.

The sky was already slightly white. When he rushed up the mountain, half of the warm yellow sun had emerged from the sky. Everyone in the village got up early, and the boss and the military advisor were not there, and it did not affect their lives much. The men got up early and went to the field, while the women released the chickens and ducks in the cages to feed them, and began their busy day.

Seeing Chu Xiangtian coming back, the villagers greeted him in surprise. Chu Xiangtian walked to Xiao Qiao's house with great strides. The door opened, but no one was seen in the room.

After asking around, I found out that people went to the river to wash clothes early in the morning. Chu Xiangtian went to the river to look for them again, and then he looked for Xiao Qiao, who was rolling up his sleeves and twisting his clothes.

"Boss has something to ask me for?" Xiao Qiao wrung his clothes out neatly and put them in the wooden basin. He walked back while talking to Chu Xiangtian.

"Yes." Chu Xiangtian said: "I want you to help me."

Xiao Qiao's father was a accountant before he passed away. Xiao Qiao learned everything since he was influenced by him since childhood. Now she is in charge of the accounts in the village.

Fu Tian has no trustworthy account, so it is most appropriate to ask Xiao Qiao to help.
Chapter completed!