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

Qin Yan felt that Uncle Fang's words implied that there was a way to make him stand up.

But how is this possible?

Even the system can only hold on for a moment now.

He couldn't figure it out. During breakfast, Uncle Fang didn't seem to be abnormal, as if what he said in the morning was just a casual remark.

He didn't think any more about it.

Qian Fengping carefully checked the things that the two children needed to bring. Someone had to stay at home. Now there were a lot of orders, so she had to work with everyone, the more the better.

"When you go to school, if you don't understand something, ask the teacher. Don't be afraid to ask. If you need anything at the academy, be sure to tell your family when you get home. Don't be afraid to spend money. If someone bullies you..."

The two children kept hearing her earnest instructions until they left the house. They nodded repeatedly, telling her not to worry.

Qian Fengping had different concerns about the two children. She was worried that Zhizhi would be bullied because she was a girl, and she was worried that her son would only report good news and not bad news.

When they left home, the Fang family members were still dazed, only Fang Yin had woken up early.

He looked around and found that no one was up, and there was not a single bite left in the kitchen.

He knocked on the door, but no one answered. Fang Yin turned around, ran to the backyard utility room, rummaged around, and borrowed a gong.

"Boom!"

He stood in the yard and started knocking, knocking out all the neighbors. They thought it was something big, but when they saw it was Fang Yin from the Fang family, they quickly told him to stop knocking.

"Hey, what are the Fang family members doing? Hurry up and stop the second brother!"

They just think Fang Yin is a fool. Why doesn’t anyone in this family care about him?

"Eat! I want to eat! Give me food!"

He had just put on her clothes when she opened the door, cursing, "Fang Yin! Are you crazy? Stop knocking! You idiot!"

Fang Yin ignored him completely. He wanted to eat now and would beat him if he was not given food.

The Fang family members were all awake now, and they all got up in a hurry. Fang Jin was holding his breath, but he had to appease the neighbors and go up to grab the gong from the second brother.

Fang Yin was so strong that he couldn't snatch it away at all, and was even knocked off balance.

Old Mrs. Fang's head was buzzing: "My eldest daughter-in-law, what are you looking at? Why don't you light the fire and cook?"

He covered her ears and went into the kitchen, still cursing.

Fang Yin stopped knocking this time and squatted at the kitchen door, like a wall, staring at her while she cooked.

After waiting for a long time for the food to be served, Fang Yin's stomach was empty with hunger. He took the spoon and wanted to get some food, but He grabbed the spoon first and started to distribute the food.

The wild vegetable porridge He gave to her husband was the thickest, the kind you had to sink a spoon to the bottom to scoop up. Then the old couple from the Fang family had the next thickest, and she and her son and daughter had the half-thick, half-thin porridge. Finally, she served Fang Yin a bowl of porridge so thin that you could only see a few grains of rice and only two pieces of wild vegetables.

Fang Yin pouted and didn't care. She sat down and started to put the food into her mouth.

He glared at him: You must be the reincarnation of a starving ghost!

Fang Jin was also very disgusted. He moved his seat to the side and glanced at his father.

"Well, second brother, you've been living and eating at the Qin family for the past few days, so you must have worked for them, right?"

Fang Yin puffed his lips and said, "What does it have to do with you? My brother gave me plenty of food, enough to keep me full."

Fang Jin choked up, thinking that he had to speak directly to this idiot, who couldn't even understand what people were saying!

"Then the cake that the third brother made wouldn't be given to you to eat, right? Have you seen it?"

Fang Yin glanced at him and put down the empty bowl. "Who said I haven't seen it? Of course I've eaten it. How could my brother and Zhizhi not give me something delicious?"

The Fang family members suddenly became alert, and even Fang Qingya was staring at him.

As a time traveler, Fang Qingya must have eaten a lot of cakes, but she has never made them. She only knows the approximate ingredients.

After knowing that the cake was also sold by the Fang family, she actually tried it secretly once.

For someone who had a hard time making sugar-roasted chestnuts, he could only make a half-cooked and fluffy cake, and he didn't dare be discovered by He for fear of being scolded.

"Tell me, what does the cake look like? How is it made?" He couldn't wait.

He licked his lips, as if savoring the taste of the cake: "The cake is delicious, but... I won't tell you!"

After saying that, he stretched out his arm, snatched the rice bowls from Fang Qingtian and Fang Qingtian's hands, poured them all into his large bowl, picked it up and started eating!

This is what his third brother taught him. In the Fang family, if you don’t have enough to eat, you have to steal from others. You must make sure you have enough to eat!

"Second!"

Old Master Fang was furious: "What a shame! How dare you steal your nephew's food!"

He also scolded him, and Fang Qingtian and the others wanted to overturn the table. Everyone at the table was so angry that they were about to die!

In the past, Fang Yin was stupid and strong, but not so brave.

Why does everything seem wrong today?

Fang Yin listened to them cursing and didn't take it seriously at all. His brother said that they couldn't hit their father. They could curse as much as they wanted, but they couldn't delay eating.

Unfortunately, after eating this bowl, he didn’t seem to be full. He stood up and suddenly spat into other people’s bowls!

"what!"

Fang Qingya was so disgusted that she stood up from the stool and hid far away.

Fang Jin also stood up, and their expressions were exactly the same.

"Second brother! What are you doing? Do you have any manners?"

Fang Yin looked at him as if he were a fool: "Brother, what is etiquette? I don't understand. I'm not full. You dislike this meal and don't want to eat it? Then I'll eat it."

He was unmoved, but no one in the Fang family could fight him. Fang Yin finally got his fill in the chaos.

The other members of the Fang family had barely eaten a few bites of their meal and still hadn't found out anything.

He Shi wanted to suppress her nausea and continue eating, but when she thought about her being the eldest sister-in-law, and Fang Yin being a fool, he was still her second uncle...

never mind!

"Second brother, come here!"

Old Master Fang had a dark face and took out a stick as thick as a child's arm and greeted them.

He felt that Fang Yin needed to be disciplined. If you couldn't reason with a fool, you had to use force to make him afraid of pain and remember it.

Fang Yincai refused to go over.

He didn't remember much, the only thing being that his father locked him up in a small dark room and didn't give him any food for a whole day and night.

It was all thanks to his third brother who secretly stuffed steamed buns into his mouth.

And his father whipped him with a whip. He was so short at that time and so small that he didn't know how to hide and could only cry.

But Fang Yin felt that he had grown up and become smarter, and would not be fooled.

Instead of going over, Fang Yin ran away with the bowl in his hand, eating without missing a single bite, and finally ran straight out the door.

Who could possibly catch up now? Old Master Fang looked at the neighbors peeking around and was so angry that his eyes went dark: Shame on him! Shame on him!

Fang Yin ended up eating the meal for five people by himself and felt satisfied.

Well, his brother’s idea is still the best!

The Fang family was bustling with activity early in the morning. On the other side, Fang Tong and his companions had already entered the city.

They walked quickly. It was still early, so he delivered the goods first and then went to the academy. When he arrived, it had just opened.

The doorman saw them and said with a smile: "Oh, you came so early?"

Fang Tong exchanged a few pleasantries with him and asked if the dean was there.

"Here he is, here he is. Just go in and look for him in the same yard as last time."

They went in the same way as last time, and sure enough, Dean Zheng's door was open. He seemed to be tidying up something. When he heard the footsteps and looked towards them, a smile immediately appeared on his face.

The meeting started with a simple greeting, and Fang Tong handed the basket in his hand to the two children.

"Dean, you came a little early today. Let the two children become your disciples first."

Mr. Zheng guessed the same: "Well, I don't need a lot of rules to accept students. The children are young, so let's keep it simple."

Fang Nanzhi gave her brother her seat first. Her brother was older than her, so of course he should be in front.

He had difficulty walking and could only sit in a wheelchair. He bowed deeply and Mr. Zheng asked him to drink the tea on the table.

"Student Qin Yan, Huai'an Prefecture..."

He held the written note in both hands and talked about the contents inside, which included his name, hometown, and some words about becoming a disciple and studying.

"…Study deeply and practice diligently, and live up to the teacher's kindness in teaching."

Mr. Zheng accepted the invitation with a smile, drank the tea, and accepted the gift of becoming a disciple.