Fu Tian stood on tiptoe and looked at the direction where the officers and soldiers left, and was still a little confused. Why did he run so fast, as if he had seen a ghost?

Chu Xiangtian was afraid that he would be too concerned, so he quickly changed the subject, "Do you still read it?"

"Go back." As soon as he said, Fu Tian remembered that he had to go back for lunch, so he threw what had just happened.

The two of them walked back with a smile, but saw a very familiar person standing at the gate of the Fu family.

The smile on Fu Tian's face faded, the corners of his bent mouth flattened, and he pursed it into a straight line, "Wen Boli, what are you doing here?"

It took too long for Fu Tian to see this person, and he almost completely forgot him, but he didn't expect that this person would come out like a fly again.

Wen Boli looked much haggard and older than before, and his clothes and hair were neatly packed. However, months of prison tragedy had swelled his spirit. The originally gentleman's aura disappeared, leaving only a complete hypocritical and greasy place, which made people feel uncomfortable when they saw it.

Wen Boli also saw him. He was stunned for a moment before walking over. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Fu Tian. He seemed to not know this son anymore. After a while, he smiled hypocritically: "But if you haven't seen each other for two months, you seem to have grown a lot."

He even wanted to reach out and pat Fu Tian on the shoulder, but Chu Xiangtian intercepted his hand halfway.

Fu Tian immediately stood a little far away, with unconcealed 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 showed a look of guilt on his face, "I have thought of many things during these days in prison and regretted it... It's me that I'm sorry for you mother and son."

"If you really feel sorry for your mother, you shouldn't disturb him again." Fu Tian looked at him mockingly, "Do you think you can enter the Fu family's door by saying a few words of face and admitting your mistake?"

Fu Tian showed no mercy and exposed his high-sounding lie, "Without you, my mother and sister, I have lived a very good life."

With a swaggering sleeves, Fu Tian walked into the door and looked at Wen Boli coldly and said, "Go away by yourself or I'll let someone drive you away, you can choose one."

Wen Boli's expression was instantly ferocious, and in a moment he forced a twisted and false smile, "I really know I was wrong, I just wanted to apologize to Qin Niang in person."

"Lai Fu, drive people away."

But Fu Tian was not willing to talk to him too much. Even if he took a look, he felt annoying. He directly asked the concierge to drive him away.

The tall and stout concierge rolled up his sleeves and stared at Wen Boli with great might.

Knowing that I couldn't get it today, I left myself with a tactful and tactful attitude.

Walking to the corner, the Fu family's house was blocked by the wall. The fake smile on Wen Boli's face collapsed instantly, and his turbid eyes were filled with complex emotions of regret, anger and resentment.

He stayed in prison for nearly two months, and the days there were simply not humans. Two months were harder than two years. But when he was in such a situation, his wife and children had never visited him once.

He resented Fu Youqin's ruthlessness, but he regretted his original choice. When he was in prison, he repeatedly imagined that if he was not confused by Bai Ruihe, but lived with Fu Youqin well, then he would still be the glorious head of the Wen family, rather than a prisoner with a ruined future.

Resentment and regret twisted two forces in his heart, almost tearing him into two halves, half clamoring for revenge, and half regretting to save him.

The old face was distorted. Before he could find Bai Ruihe, he was shocked by the expression on his face.

After hesitating for a moment, he walked towards him with a smile, "Brother Wen, have you seen your sister?"

Wen Boli turned his head to look at her. The ferocious expression on his face had not completely faded. He looked at her for a while with a cold look. It was not until the smile on Bai Ruihe's face gradually stiffened that he put away the resentment on his face and said, "She always meets me."

Bai Ruihe's heart was beating. She felt that Wen Boli just now was like an evil ghost climbing up from hell, but now she and her son still had to rely on Wen Boli, so she forced a smile and helped him affectionately and said, "I have found a house tomorrow, and I'll wait for you to come over and take a look. If you are satisfied, we can live in and have our own home..."

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

*******

Fu Tian did not tell Fu Youqin that Boli had been released and even came to the door.

Although he really hoped that Wen Boli would stay in it for the rest of his life, the original greed case was actually not closely related to Wen Boli. It was because Wei Yang had specially told him to him, and the new county magistrate had not taken office for a long time, which delayed the time for release.

Two months passed so quickly that Fu Tian forgot that there was still a person named Wen Boli.

After deliberately skipping this unpleasant episode, Fu Tian thought Wen Boli should stay away from him, but he knew that the next day, he appeared at the gate of the Fu family again.

It seemed that he had carefully cleaned up when he went back, and the depressedness on his face was swept away. He held a bouquet of unknown wild flowers in his arms, and held a letter and looked at the door with a sincere expression.

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

Fu Youqin paused, her eyebrows slowly frowned, and then she didn't look at him and helped Fu Tian's hand into the carriage.

Wen Boli saw that they pretended not to see their appearance, and his expression froze on his face, then he laughed again, holding the flower in front of the carriage.

"Qin Niang, do you even want to see me? I just want to apologize to you."

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

"Yesterday." Fu Tian said.

Fu Youqin rubbed his eyebrows, and Wen Boli looked repentant, but he just changed his tricks to play with a bitter plan.

Wen Boli was poor when she was young and could not afford expensive gifts. Before the sun rose, she went to pick a handful of freshest wild flowers with dew to give to her.

When I fell in love at a young age, I thought this was probably the best thing, but now I was taken out by Wen Boli, which only makes me feel nauseous.

"Let's go, don't worry about him."

The groom got the order and pulled the reins. The horse raised the horse's hooves, regardless of whether there were people standing in front of him, he stepped straight towards Wen Boli.

Wen Boli hurriedly dodged away, but the flowers and letters in his hand fell all over the floor and were knocked over by horse's hooves and wheels.

...

I thought that with this experience, Wen Boli would not be humiliated by him anymore, but who knew that he would come over with a bouquet of flowers every day.

The concierge had to explain that he would not let him get close to the gate, so he would stand far away from where he could see as soon as he went out.

Fu Tian was so annoyed that he almost let Chu Xiangtian beat him up.

"Why go to the village to stay for a while." Fu Tian said, "I just happened to want to go to the village to take a look." Otherwise, looking at Wen Boli's hypocritical face every day, I would eat two less bowls of rice.

Fu Youqin did not have such a big reaction. After realizing Wen Boli's true face, she felt that it was possible for this man to achieve his goal.

After pondering for a while, the weather was getting hotter and it was good to go to the village to escape the heat. She nodded, "I'll go and have someone pack up."

...

The next morning, a carriage and three horses slowly headed to the village outside the town.

Fu Tian rode his horse and walked side by side with Chu Xiangtian, his eyes glancing back from time to time.

Zhou Chuanqing didn't know what was stimulating. Today, when he saw a flower and saw a bird, he had to recite a poem with great emotion. Although Fu Tian had read a lot of books, he still couldn't write poems, so he had a headache when he heard it.

Chu Xiangtian laughed at his face wrinkled, and Fu Tian turned his head and glared at him fiercely, "What are you laughing at? Do you know how to laugh?"

Chu Xiangtian choked and muttered in a low voice, "Young Master is really less and less afraid of himself."

The village we were going to is in the northwest, about half an hour away from Sifang Town. The group passed by slowly and could have lunch.

Manager Zhuangzi received the news in advance and took the people from Zhuangzi to wait at the door for a long time.

Fu Tian helped Fu Youqin and Fu Shuyue off the carriage, and several people were surrounded by them.

This farm is smaller than the farm that convened the managers last time, but it is built in a very unique way. There are two large yards in front and behind the house. The small lake in the backyard attracts live water. 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 have a meal first. The chefs in the village were not as skilled as those of the chefs of the Fu family, but they were better because the raw materials were fresh and good, so the group was satisfied with the food.

After lunch, Fu Youqin and Fu Shuyue went back to the backyard to rest first. Fu Tian did not have the habit of taking a nap, so he asked the manager to find someone to lead him and wandered around outside the village.

The farmland is connected outside the village. At this time, the rice has started to plant rice seedlings one after another. Fu Tian looked at the green seedlings in the fields, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised his mouth.

These may be survival guarantees for the next two years. I walked around 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: "A lot of them are nearly three stones, but the fewer are more than two stones."

The farm has nearly 800 mu of land. If it is calculated based on two stones per mu of land, then this farm will have 1,600 stones of grain harvest in one season of medium-rice.

If other farms are added, the harvest will be even more considerable.
Chapter completed!