Yipin farm girl

Chapter 311 Hope and Disappointment (1)
The next day, Mr. Fu went to the residence of the county grandpa’s mentor to ask for an interview. At first, the gatekeeper asked him to serve tea in the concierge and wait in the courtyard. No time, Mr. Fu, please come back."

I can't even see Mr. Fu!

Mr. Fu's complexion changed, he stood up, and asked anxiously, "Brother, did you say that he is Fu Yuan from the Fu's Manor in Yangzhuang..."

"What about Fu Yuan and Fu Bian? I don't know anyone. My great-grandfather will not see anyone today. You can leave quickly." It looks good, but I have no choice but to leave!

As soon as he went out, he met Fu Mingxiao and Mrs. Zhou, Mrs. Zhou looked at him expectantly, "Father, the county magistrate befriends him..."

Mr. Fu shook his head, "Master, the magistrate of the county, has no visitors today..."

As if to refute his words, before he finished speaking, a middle-aged man in a blue shirt walked out of the gate, followed by a smiling concierge, "Boss Wang, go slowly."

It was Uncle Wang!

"Brother, thank you." Wang Zhu smiled and stuffed some broken silver into the concierge's hand. The concierge smiled more sincerely, and said repeatedly, "Boss Wang, you are too polite..."

"Mr. Fu?" The man turned his head and saw Mr. Fu, and hurriedly smiled and came forward to say hello, "What a coincidence, are you here to see Mrs. Fu?"

Mr. Fu looked pale as if he had been slapped. He looked at the gate for a while before answering Wang Zhu's words, "Are you here to see the old man?"

"Yes, I recruited a group of people to build a house some time ago, and the magistrate thought the effect was good, so he asked me to build it for the old man." Wang Zhu finished his sentence and asked, "Master Fu?"

"Father, he doesn't want to see you!" Fu Mingxiao laughed mockingly, and Mr. Fu's expression turned ugly.

Mrs. Zhou let out a cry, and began to cry, "My poor son... You shouldn't have been born into our family. There are people in this family who insist on watching you die! There is no blood relationship at all..."

Mr. Fu's expression became even uglier. He glared at Mrs. Zhou and said filially to Fu Ming, "Boss, why don't you tell your wife to shut up? Where is this noise?!"

"Father, I'm going to have no descendants, so what's there to be afraid of?" Fu Mingxiao chuckled, "I can't compare with Dad. Does Dad have six sons? The fifth son is still a talented couple, and Dad just waits to enjoy the evening." Good luck! What are we shrimp soldiers and crabs? Death is not a pity!"

"His father, let's go and ask the magistrate, let's do it privately, and we can spend as much money as we want..." Mrs. Zhou tugged at Fu Mingxiao's clothes.

Fu Mingxiao glanced at her and shook his head, "We are just the little stewards in the corner of the Emperor's Mansion. We can't touch the Emperor's Mansion and the prefect below. How can the county magistrate need to sell our face?" There was a glimmer of hope, and now that hope is also shattered!
Fu Mingxiao's resentful gaze swept over Mr. Fu, who was startled and couldn't help but take two steps back. Wang Zhu stepped forward to support Mr. Fu, frowned at Fu Mingxiao and his wife, "Da Lang deserves to be punished for doing something wrong! Mr. Fu is also your father, how can you talk to him like that?"

"When is it the turn of an outsider to intervene in our Fu family's affairs?" Fu Mingxiao glanced at him, smiled ironically, turned and left.

Mrs. Zhou gave Wang Zhu and Mr. Fu a hard look, and followed.

Mr. Fu opened his mouth, wanting to call his son to stop, but finally heaved a heavy sigh, "What a crime..."

(End of this chapter)