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

Fang Tong pretended very well and no one could tell that he was just acting. They were just a little disappointed that they couldn't dig out any information.

Some people also suspected that Fang Tong didn't want to say it, but they couldn't see any problem, so they just let it go.

Since Mr. Zhou was able to build such a big house, he didn't intend to hide his wealth. After all, he was a rich man. As for what he did, they were just curious.

In the crowd, He's clothes were bulging, and no one knew what was wrapped inside. When she heard them talking, she rolled her eyes.

"What does he know? He even knows some important people. He's just a peasant. Just because he made a little money, he thinks he's rich?"

Qian Fengping heard this and turned around to see where she was standing, and her first glance was at her arms.

She immediately thought that she was taking the food home, but then she realized that was not right.

After everyone finished eating, she and the other women immediately started clearing the plates away...

Her brows twitched: "Cousin, you are eating and taking things at the same time during the feast?"

He said confidently: "What's the matter? It's just leftovers. Who wouldn't take some after a banquet? The host didn't say anything. Just take some of the good fortune. What's it got to do with you?"

It is common to take away leftovers after a banquet, but today, almost everyone at each table had eaten up all the food. The amount in He's arms did not seem like just one or two bites of leftovers.

When someone heard what He said, they couldn't hold it in any longer. That person was Lu, who sat at the same table with her during the meal.

"You better have some shame. Are you bullying me because I'm not at the same table with you? The chicken was just served, and you wanted to grab the plate and stuff it into your arms. You're a scholar's wife, and your family can afford to support her education. Why don't you give me enough to eat every meal?"

He and Fang Jin are the kind of people who can't sleep in the same bed together. Fang Jin still considers the scholar's face in front of others, but He doesn't care!

She raised her chin and said, "So what? It's my ability to grab it. You guys want it, but who can grab it? So many people are eating at the feast, but you don't take it yourself and wait for others to feed it to you! Someone like you can't even eat hot shit!"

Such harsh words made Mrs. Lu very angry. She was not a human being and even cursed others!

But Mrs. Lu was not a fair person. She was angry simply because she had wanted to snatch it away, but she had failed!

She watched helplessly as He took away almost half of the chicken, so she was so resentful!

The two of them started arguing all of a sudden!

Qian Fengping couldn't bear to watch it anymore and didn't want to get involved in the trivial matters between them. She followed her family and took a few quick steps forward and hurried home.

Mr. Zhou's arrival did not bring much changes to the village. It seemed that he came here to retire, just as he said.

Many people feel puzzled. They have nothing here, especially after the famine.

They really couldn't understand what these rich people were thinking.

However, the wages of those who built the house for Zhou's family have been settled, and this income will allow them to have a better time this winter.

Thinking about it this way, they were lucky this early winter, with Fang Tong harvesting chestnuts and Mr. Zhou hiring temporary workers.

Now I just hope that everyone in the village can get through this winter safely.

After the Zhou family’s banquet, it snowed for many days in a row. The weather became colder day by day, leaving almost no chance for people to breathe.

This made the villagers feel a little relieved after realizing it, as they had bought some food before.

As the sun sets, Fang Nanzhi and Fang Yin are playing in the snow in the yard.

"Sculpting snow lions, making snow lanterns, and getting close to friends~"

She looked at the snow in front of her that had piled up as high as herself, while Fang Yin beside her was stunned.

“I can’t remember!”

She was helpless: "Second uncle, haven't you seen it many times in the county?"

Fang Yin pouted: "I can't remember!"

Qin Yan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, shook his head helplessly: "If you want Second Uncle to be on the same level as you, you should have asked Uncle Fang to take him to the county town to take a closer look yesterday."

Zhizhi's memory is not something that everyone can have. Even if an ordinary person looks at it carefully, he or she will not be able to remember the details when he or she comes back.

Fang Tong came back from outside with his hands in his pockets and saw the three of them in the yard. "Hey, aren't you guys cold? What are you doing?"

Qin Yan replied, "Zhizhi read in a book at the academy that wealthy families would make snow lions after the first snow of winter, so she's been waiting for the snow to fall."

"Yes!" Fang Nanzhi grinned, turned around in front of her father, and turned to push her brother's wheelchair. "I was competing with my second uncle to see who could make the most similar lion, but he couldn't remember! Brother, then you help him think about it, and you two can do it together!"

Fang Tong shook his head, thinking that his daughter was full of energy.

"Lions? The stone lions you see at the gates in the county?"

"Yes!"

Fang Nanzhi began to scrape off the snow where there was a lot of snow with the wooden stick in his hand, and fill in the missing snow with snow.

Fang Tong doesn’t know what book it is, but he knows that this lion does look auspicious. What do people who read it call it?

Auspicious beast?

He shook his head and reminded them to go back to the house to warm up after playing for a while and not to get their hands frozen.

The stove was previously built inside the house, but now we keep the fire going all day long, and both rooms are warm without having to burn anything else.

Fang Nanzhi's memory was indeed very good, but it was her first time making a snow lion, so her hand skills were...

The snow lion's nose was pressed up by a large ball of snow, and the mane on its head was even more uneven and strangely shaped, and its body was inexplicably made round...

After she finished her own work, she looked at her second uncle's work.

Qin Yan hasn't spoken for a long time.

He has tried his best.

For some reason, Fang Yin's lion head was unusually large. He couldn't remember what the mane looked like, and couldn't quite understand Qin Yan's description. It looked like...

Unshelled chestnuts.

Fang Nanzhi waited until Fang Yin finished, then pushed Qin Yan and the three of them went back to the house to warm themselves by the fire. They were still arguing.

"I do it more like it, don't I, brother?"

"No, mine!"

"mine!"

Neither of them could convince the other, and Qin Yan refused to express his opinion, so he couldn't explain it.

Just at this moment Fang Tong passed by the door.

"Dad! Let's go out together and you can judge whether I did better or my second uncle and brother did better!"

Qin Yan suddenly said: "I didn't do it."

"Oh, then who does better, me or Second Uncle?"

The little girl was full of confidence. After she warmed up, she pulled her father to the yard.

Fang Tong stood some distance in front of the two snow lions, and his vision went dark.

"..."

No wonder I can't tell which one looks more like it, this...

Both are hideously ugly!

Fang Tong told the truth, but he tried to be as tactful as possible, but both of them still looked ugly.

Fang Nanzhi was not convinced. She turned around and found that her brother had disappeared without a trace.