After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

Before Qin Yan and Fang Tong could answer, someone spoke up.

"You're asking that question. Qin Yan's father was a scholar in the past. He had a good reputation. He didn't have the time to bother with these trivial things. He wasn't short of money either!"

The aunt holding the basin on the side even curled her lips: "After Qin Xiucai left, we can't just take it out. Otherwise, those people... will snatch it all away!"

Everyone thought about it and realized that this was indeed the case. Even Fang Tong almost got the Fang family skinned alive. If people knew that an orphan and a widow had the recipe for making money, who knows how much trouble would arise!

After walking and chatting, the group of people figured it out for themselves. They felt that it was not easy for Fang Tong to marry into the Qin family. The Qin family was an orphan and a widow, and he had a daughter. The family's life was not easy either.

"Third brother, live a good life in the Qin family from now on. We all know Feng Ping, she is also a person who can live a good life!"

"Why call me the third brother? I'm not the third brother anymore, I'm the eldest brother, haha!"

Boss Fang relied on his education background. Although he was not as outrageous in the village as he was at home, he was still arrogant. Many young people in the village disliked him.

Everyone talked and laughed, and then went home.

Fang Tong agreed to everything with a wry smile, not daring to show that he was in a too good mood.

When they reached the door of their house and everyone had left, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"You're back? Is everything okay?"

Qian Fengping came forward and saw her daughter pushing her son in. Fang Tong walked in at the end and closed the door. When she turned around, all the dejection she had just felt disappeared.

"It's okay, it's okay. What could happen? It's a good thing."

Fang Nanzhi opened the document, read it again happily, and then returned it to her father.

"It would be great if I could bring my second uncle back today."

Fang Tong raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "No hurry, it's not convenient for us today. Wait a little longer, your second uncle will definitely come back."

He turned his head and looked at Qin Yan: "Brother Yan, you cooperated well today, just like your sister!"

Qin Yan smiled back at him.

Tiezhu and a few others came out of the kitchen. They had heard the commotion outside just now, but they had work to do and couldn't go out to see what was going on. Now that the people were back, they came out to ask.

He waved the document in his hand and told what had just happened.

"Adoption?!"

Several people looked at each other, stunned for a moment before they came to their senses: "This is great news!"

"Yeah, congratulations!"

He is truly a good friend, they all came to congratulate him, they really understand him!

Fang Tong was even happier: "That's right. Hey, you don't know, I relied on my eloquence to convince them all! Even though they are unhappy, it's useless. I'm just popular. Even the village chief speaks on my side!"

"Yes! This is really not easy. Your father is such a stubborn old man that he wouldn't let you go even after you married into his family. Now that you can be adopted by him, your life will be much easier in the future!"

The brothers boasted happily for a while, then went back to work. Fang Tong washed his face and called Tiezhu out again.

"I'm thinking that we need to build two more stoves at home. Once we add in the orders from the city and that building, we make too many cakes every day, and the current stove is not enough."

Fang Nanzhi sat on a small bench in the yard and corrected her father: "That's Taotie Tower."

Tiezhu scratched his head and said, "That's true, but the kitchen is only this big. If we build two more, there won't be any room for people to stand."

Qian Fengping listened to them talking and asked, "Then put it in the backyard?"

Fang Tong pondered for a moment and shook his head, "No, winter is almost here. If we work in the yard, not only will it be hard for people to see us, but once the weather gets cold, the workers will suffer. They'll all freeze to death."

They stood in the yard and looked around, and realized that the only way to set it up was inside the house.

"Mother Qian, let's see which room is suitable."

The two of them walked around and found that these rooms were not very small, at least not so big that they could not accommodate a stove.

However, they didn't consider Qin Yan's east room, so as not to delay the two children's studies at a critical time. It was noisy and fragrant, so how could they concentrate on studying?

"That's what we'll do, one in each of the main house and the west house!"

You can use it to work when you are busy, and you can use it to warm yourself by the fire in the winter when you are not busy, so it is not a waste.

Fang Tong came out of the house with his hands behind his back. When he thought that his son and daughter would be able to go to school starting tomorrow, the corners of his mouth almost grinned from ear to ear.

The people in the Fang family thought that this recipe was the best thing. It was good to make money, but the best thing in his family were his two children.

His father worked so hard to support his elder brother, but he couldn't even lift a finger as much as his adopted son. Even though he couldn't read, didn't he know his elder brother?

Oh, not anymore.

It’s my cousin!

Fang Tong wished for a while and took a nap. He cried and howled at the Fang family today and had a hard time with them.

When Mi woke up, he called for help.

"Tiezhu, come with me to pick up some stones. Erwa, Goudan, go get some clay!"

The two sides went to different places. Clay had to be dug by the water or at the foot of the mountain, and stones had to be angular and preferably flat on both sides.

There are two stoves, and a lot of materials are needed.

"Dad, I'll help you find some stones!"

Fang Tong had almost stepped out of the yard when he was suddenly stopped by his daughter.

"Dad, are you guys going to look for stones? I'll help you too!"

He quickly stopped the little girl and said, "My daughter, carrying stones is tiring. Don't go with your father. Go and learn calligraphy from your brother."

Fang Nanzhi shook her head: "I don't want to learn calligraphy, and my brother didn't ask me to learn. He just told me that you are all busy today, and he also wants to follow Auntie to help everyone in the kitchen!"

Fang Tong hurried to the kitchen and saw that Qin Yan was helping to light the fire.

"Brother Yan, why are you still working? Go back and have a rest, or read a book for a while, because you have to go to school tomorrow."

Qin Yan stirred the stove with the firewood in his hand and turned around and said, "Uncle Fang, it's okay. I used to do more work and even went hunting in the mountains."

"I know about studying. I can't just sit there and do nothing. It's a good opportunity for me to come and help everyone with their work."

Fang Tong looked at him and felt that this was what a scholar was like.

Fang Jin was unable to carry anything on his shoulders or lift anything with his hands at home. He wished someone would feed him food. He had never heard that studying could make a person disabled.

"Okay, I know you're a sensible kid. You know what's going on. Don't tire yourself out."

He turned around and called his daughter again: "Zhizhi, picking up stones is too tiring, don't go out with Dad, you can also help in the kitchen."

The family members each had their own division of labor and were busy as hell. Fang Nanzhi was helping to milk the cows.

The cows at home were very familiar with her. They were eating grass quietly the whole time, neither fierce nor aggressive. Occasionally, when the little girl spoke to them, they would respond with a few humming words.

They picked the stones and clay and arrived home almost at the same time. After all the materials were prepared, the next step was to assemble them.

Mixing the stones with clay little by little is not a difficult task, and two families can work together.

Fang Nanzhi obediently handed the stone to the side.