Hot Farmer’s Wife: Buying a Husband for the Farm Chapter 368: Uncle Fu Doesn’t Like Him (1)

Chapter 368: Uncle Fu Doesn’t Like Him (1)
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Fan Teng quickly followed.
He walked to the front of Zhao Fu and cupped his hands in greeting.
“Hello, uncle.”
Zhao Fu looked at Zhao Shanshan.
Zhao Shanshan cursed Fan Teng in her heart, then said to Zhao Fu, “father, this is the son of Head Fan of the Zhou family.”
“The master likes him and he is transferred to the main residence to be his assistant. 1 brought him here so you could help him settle down.” Zhao Shanshan explained.
“Sorry for the trouble!” Fan Teng bowed to Zhao Fu again. When he looked at Zhao Fu, he had a fawning smile on his face.
However, Zhao Fu’s gaze towards Fan Teng was not friendly.
“Call me Housekeeper Zhao or Uncle Fu in the future.” He said in a deep voice.
Fan Teng’s face stiffened.
He chose the latter.
“Thank you, Uncle Fu.” He said respectfully.
“Hmm.” Only then did Zhao Fu’s expression improve.
“Come in with me.” Then, he glanced at Fan Teng and turned around to return to the office.
Fan Teng looked at Zhao Shanshan worriedly.
He doesn’t seem to like him. What should he do?
Seeing Fan Teng like this, Zhao Shanshan wanted to laugh.
Ignoring Fan Teng, she turned around and left.
Fan Teng wanted to call out to Zhao Shanshan, but he did not dare to do so.
Zhao Fu was not far away. He did not want to cause a misunderstanding.
Thus, Fan Teng could only watch Zhao Shanshan leave.
Then, he went into the office with Zhao Fu.
When Fan Teng walked into the room, Zhao Fu was already sitting at the table.
Zhao Fu had a book in front of him. At this moment, he was holding a brush, waiting to make notes for Fan Teng.
“Name.” Zhao Fu asked in an unfriendly tone when he saw Fan Teng dawdling in.
What did the master see in this person? He looked like he had evil intentions.
Fan Teng was shocked.
“Oh, Fan Teng.” He quickly replied.
When he introduced himself just now, didn’t he say his name?
Uncle Fu’s memory seemed to be bad.
Seeing that Zhao Fu didn’t continue after writing the word “Fan”, Fan Teng quickly explained to him how to write the character “Teng”.
Zhao Fu was stunned for a moment and looked up at Fan Teng.
Then, he continued writing.
“You are literate?” He asked casually as he was writing.
Fan Teng smiled.
“Yes. I also know martial arts.” He quickly said.
Zhao Fu frowned again.
“I didn’t ask you anything else.” He said.
Of course, he knew that he knew martial arts. Otherwise, why would the master choose him?
“Your height, shoulder width, hand length, waist circumference, leg length, and shoe size.” Zhao Fu continued.
Fan Teng paused.
Zhao Fu frowned again before he could get a reply.
Then, he raised his head and looked at Fan Teng unhappily.
“Do you hear me?” He asked.
Fan Teng quickly regained his senses.
“Yes, but I don’t know.” He stuttered.
Is Uncle Fu usually so fierce?
It was normal for a newcomer to register in the residence, but why was he asking him all this?
How would he know about these things?
In the past, it was his mother who measured him.
“D-do you need these details?” Fan Teng asked carefully.
Uncle Fu raised his eyes and glanced at Fan Teng, his eyes filled with impatience.
“The new servants will receive two sets of clothes. In addition, it is already winter, so there will be a new set of winter clothes. You don’t need it?”
“Yes, of course!” Fan Teng’s eyes flickered. “Of course 1 do!” He said hurriedly.
I low could he not want free new clothes?
The clothes he was wearing at the moment were not thick enough. When the weather became colder, his clothes would not be enough.
Uncle Fu looked at Fan Teng with displeasure.
“Go find out. After you have the measurements, report back and I’ll arrange for the clothes to be made.” He said.
Fan Teng looked troubled.
How could he measure himself?
However, he did not dare to object and even hurriedly agreed.
“Yes.”
Forget it, he’d think of a way. He couldn’t make Uncle Fu angry anymore.
Zhao Fu glanced at Fan Teng before looking at the booklet again.
“Has the master set an allowance for you?” Then, he asked.
“No.” Fan Teng replied.
Zhao Fu’s hand, which was about to start writing, paused. “How much is your monthly salary at the manor?”
Fan Teng said with a red face, “1 tael of silver.”
They could farm in the village and keep livestock, so they had an additional source of income. Therefore, the monthly salary was not high. His mother did not even have a monthly salary..