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

As soon as I went out, the door slammed shut.

The mother and her two children left in disgrace, not getting a single hair and being beaten and scolded.

"Mom, what should we do now?" Fang Qingtian's face was full of dissatisfaction. He was the eldest grandson of the Fang family. His grandparents said that he would set up his own family in the future, but today he was beaten by a little girl.

"What else can we do?" He was so angry that she had no place to vent her anger. She said angrily, "They've kicked us out. Let's go home!"

Both children shrank their necks and dared not speak anymore.

After returning home, He became more and more angry.

Fang Laosan is such a scoundrel that he couldn't even bear to give away a few yams from so many homes. He even slandered her reputation and beat people!

Her arm still hurts from being hit by the broom!

Her eyes fell on Fang Qingya, who was sitting in the yard in a bad mood, practicing embroidery, and she felt very uncomfortable.

She and her two biological sons were beaten for food and were in a very miserable state. Why did she, a girl who was not even her biological son, still look so noble?

"As expected of a daughter of the Bo family, your two brothers and I were beaten, but you have always been so precious."

This is certainly not a compliment to her.

Fang Qingya suppressed her displeasure and put on a forced smile, "Mom, you're joking. My family asked me to take care of you longer. I need to get rid of the calluses I've gotten from working hard over the past few years. Otherwise, it would be bad if people misunderstood me when I return home."

This statement was half a sign of weakness and half a threat.

It also serves as a reminder to He that being nice to her will bring benefits in the future.

He snorted coldly and didn't say anything else.

Fang Qingya didn't show it on her face, but in her heart she disliked the Fang family even more.

Who are the Fang family members to be so sarcastic with her?

But she hadn't returned to the Earl's Mansion yet, so she could only endure it for now. Fang Qingya silently comforted herself, it didn't matter, heroes are made by the times, and the protagonists all had to endure and bear the burden.

But when she thought of Fang Nanzhi, she felt even more upset.

In ancient times, every family valued boys over girls.

Even the original self could only live a good life because the uncle's family came to recognize him as a relative, but Fang Nanzhi had been protected by his father since he was a child.

She is the protagonist who traveled from modern times, so she is naturally different.

But Fang Nanzhi is an ancient money-losing person, why?

At the Qin family, Fang Tong also educated his children behind closed doors.

"From now on, when I'm not at home, if someone comes to ask for something, you just shout loudly, understand?"

"Ayan is staying home, Zhizhi, you have a heavy responsibility. Be responsible for reporting the news. Take this opportunity to find the old village chief..."

Fang Nanzhi clenched her fists and nodded solemnly, "Dad, don't worry, leave the important tasks to me!"

Qin Yan was distracted.

When Fang Tong came in and talked about his daughter and son, his tone was not at all uncomfortable.

In his heart, does he already regard himself as his son?

Fang Tong kept talking for a long time, and when he realized that Qin Yan didn't listen at all, he immediately gave him a slap on the head without any hesitation.

Qin Yan looked up in surprise, and the next second there was a piece of paper in his hand.

"This is the document for the pond awarded by the village. Take it."

Fang Tong gave it straightforwardly. After all, Qin was the head of the family, and all the family property should be handed over to him for safekeeping.

"Mother Qian, these are the yams distributed by the village."

As he said that, he handed the basket to Qian Fengping.

Seeing him taking it as it is, Qian Fengping's cheeks turned slightly red.

Everyone in the village said that Fang Laosan was unreliable, but she thought that he was just a little bit slippery in the mouth and was still a good person.

Besides, there's nothing wrong with being good at talking, as it can protect people.

"Okay, I'll go cook first."

As he spoke, he walked quickly towards the kitchen.

Fang Tong didn't sleep the whole night, and he dug yams and quarreled during the day. He was exhausted both physically and mentally, and didn't notice anything wrong with Qian Fengping.

He shouted, "Then I'll go dig a cellar first."

Although he was tired, he didn't dare to relax. He would not feel at ease until the work was done.

Qin Yan packed up the documents from the pond and when he came back, he found that Fang Nanzhi was well-behaved and could learn to read by herself.

The little girl sat upright on the chair, pointing at the words on the table with one hand and learning them on the table with her right hand, writing and reading them one by one, "Xing, Xiang, Jin, Xi, Xiang, Yuan..."

I taught him a few sentences in the afternoon and Fang Nanzhi remembered them all.

She learned quite quickly. Qin Yan thought about it and said, "Zhizhi, I will teach you how to write your own name."

"Great!" Fang Nanzhi was delighted.

Except for her, all the children in the Fang family can write their own names.

Of course she wanted to learn it too.

"Come on, let's go outside." Qin Yan took her little hand and walked outside.

He asked Fang Nanzhi to grab a handful of sand and break off two branches.

Fang Nanzhi obeyed and ran outside to break off two branches, then came back with a handful of sand in his clothes.

Yellow sand poured onto the table. The boy reached out and gently slid his five fingers across the sand to smooth it out.

He picked up a branch and wrote three words on the top of the sand.

Fang Nanzhi.

The boy's handwriting is smooth and his strokes are sharp.

Put another branch into Fang Nanzhi's hand.

"Come, learn from me and order first."

As he spoke, he wrote the first stroke.

Fang Nanzhi was confused and followed him to learn. He grabbed the branch with his little hands and drew a shape that was almost the same with trembling hands.

"This is horizontal." The young man demonstrated again in a clear voice.

Fang Nanzhi nodded, and imitated him, drawing a straight line below. Her sweet voice was loud and clear, "Horizontal!"

"Pie."

"Pie!"

After writing down a word, Qin Yan looked at the excited Fang Nanzhi and said, "Repeat it again. How do you write it?"

Fang Nanzhi wrote down the word "Fang" very easily, even getting the names of the strokes right.

The last two characters have more strokes and are a little more complicated. However, after Qin Yan repeated it two or three times, Fang Nanzhi was able to repeat it haltingly.

"Practice a few more times, then write these words together."

Qin Yan assigned the task.

Fang Nanzhi nodded, "Okay!"

Then I started practicing hard, writing one stroke and reading one aloud.

The girl's tender childish voice echoed in the room, audible at the same time as the system voice in Qin Yan's mind.

【Congratulations to the host, triggering the mysterious reward. 】

[Becoming a good brother starts with teaching your sister to read. The host successfully taught his sister to write her name and was rewarded with milk and health +10.]

Still no milk.

But the health value is added.

Qin Yan was already numb. He didn't expect any rewards. As long as his health value increased, it would be fine.

The little girl next to him didn't notice her brother's changing expression. She grabbed the branch with her little hands and tremblingly wrote the last stroke of the word "branch".

[Ding~ Congratulations to the host for learning to write his own name, and get a box of milk as a reward~]

Fang Nanzhi was ecstatic.

Milk? She's never had it!

night.

Fang Nanzhi took the rice porridge, took a big bite with pickled vegetables, and squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

"Delicious! Aunt Qin's cooking is the best!"

Qian Fengping was helpless and happy.

Every time they eat, the little girl will definitely praise her.

Who can not like such a sensible and sweet-talking little girl?

Patting the little girl's head, Qian Fengping smiled gently: "If it tastes good, eat more. If it's not enough, serve more."