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

Some people laughed at her, while others sympathized with her.

"Fang Lao San is really lazy and likes to eat. He just left all the work to Qian Mei after marrying into the family. He has the nerve to rely on a woman to support him."

"Sister Qian, if you ask me, you can't spoil a man like this. You have to have a good talk with him when you get home. What's the point of getting married and not living a good life?"

Not wanting others to say that about Fang Tong, Qian Fengping frowned and said, "That's not the case. He was just working at home today."

As soon as she said this, others felt even more sympathetic towards her.

It's pitiful, so pitiful. Even in this situation, she is still trying to make amends for the man?

"Sister Qian, we all understand, but you're speaking for him. Doesn't he feel sorry for you?"

"As women, we should be kinder to ourselves."

Several women came to persuade him.

He was sitting on the ground not far away, digging yams from time to time, listening with her ears perked up, her eyes full of relief and a smile on her lips.

When she got home yesterday, she was furious and made a complaint with exaggerated details. She wanted to urge her parents to ask for yam and find a fight, but she was scolded by her own man.

Fang Jin said that the imperial examination was approaching and reputation was the most important thing, and asked her not to cause trouble at this time.

She was the one who was wrong.

He felt aggrieved. She supported the imperial examination, but the family had no food left. They had eaten all the yams from yesterday, and it seemed that the whole family was about to starve to death!

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Looking at the yam leaves in front of her, she felt even angrier.

I couldn't even get enough to eat, and after finally finding out about yam, I had to share it equally after digging it up. Whoever wanted to dig it could do it.

Yes, it’s divided equally anyway, no one cares whether she digs more or less.

He sat down on the ground, pulling yam leaves as if to vent her anger, and then symbolically dug a few times in the soil.

He had just been slacking off for a while when a woman nearby couldn't stand it any longer and said, "Fang Jin, if you keep digging like that, I'm afraid you won't get any yams today."

"The village chief said this morning that the amount of yams we have to hand in is fixed based on the number of laborers in each household. Your family has four laborers, so the amount you have to hand in is quite a lot. If you don't hand in enough, you won't get any share."

These words came like a bolt from the blue.

He was surprised: "Is this true? Don't try to scare me."

Some of the women nearby rolled their eyes.

"Who has the time to fool you? The village chief's aunt is right there. If you don't believe me, go ask her."

He was dispirited. One person might have said this to tease her, but with so many people saying it, it was probably true.

The anger that had originally subsided rose again. She looked at the two scattered yams in the basket, and then looked at the other women.

Most of them collected half a basket, especially Qian Fengping, who collected the fastest and her basket was almost full.

If she didn't dig enough yams and couldn't share them, her husband would definitely scold her when she got home.

Thinking of this, He became really anxious.

When he turned around, he saw Fang Qingya digging yam, swinging the hoe in a listless and intermittent manner, and he immediately felt a surge of anger in his heart.

But she just remembered that she had coaxed this little girl here with great difficulty.

There were other identities she couldn't afford to offend, and she felt like she had a lump in her throat. She could only urge him, "Qingya, let's dig the yams properly. Let's finish quickly so we can go down the mountain and go home to rest."

Fang Qingya pursed her lips after hearing this, suppressing her inner speechlessness. She said in a gentle voice, "Mom, I only eat so little a day, I really don't have the energy."

"But I'll try my best to dig, okay?"

After saying that, he sped up a little, but it was only a little bit, almost no difference.

He became even angrier, but there was nothing she could do about her.

Fang Qingya's eyes shifted slightly, and as she lowered her head to dig yams, she said casually, "If it really doesn't work, why don't you go see who has more yams and borrow some?"

Borrow? Who is crazy enough to borrow food from others at this time?

Suddenly, He seemed to have thought of something. He looked at Qian Fengping, who had dug the most, and an idea came to him.

If I can’t borrow it, can’t I rob it?

Qian Fengping was working hard when suddenly a loud voice sounded in her ears.

"Oh, sister-in-law, you're digging!" He's face was filled with smiles, as if she had seen an old sister. She felt sorry for her: "Why didn't the third brother come? Why did you come here alone to dig?"

"Speaking of which, my sister-in-law is really hardworking. The third brother really did not marry the wrong person."

As he spoke, he squatted beside her in a familiar manner.

Qian Fengping frowned as she looked at her. Instead of being happy about the sudden closeness of the person in front of her, she became wary.

He patted her hand earnestly and said, "I still prefer you to be my sister-in-law. To be honest, my previous sister-in-law wasn't half as capable as you. She didn't do any housework at all."

"But, if you ask me, if this woman can endure hardship, then there will be endless hardship."

He said, looking around, and whispered to her, "My third son treats his ex-wife very differently than he treats you."

"When the third brother first saw Xiaoyun, he was determined to marry her. If his parents didn't agree, he would die for her."

He looked very open-hearted.

"After we got married, it was supposed to be us two sisters-in-law who took turns cooking. But Fang Tong was so good. Every time it was his wife's turn, he would get up early to help her prepare the meal, sweep the floor, and tidy the house. He did everything for her, for fear that she would be tired."

"They've been married for so long, and they're so inseparable every day, yet there's never a quiet night."

As he spoke, he tutted his tongue twice, "You really treat Xiaoyun like a young lady. You hold her in your mouth for fear that she will melt, and hold her in your hands for fear that she will drop. Alas, now it's your turn, alas."

"I'm not saying this, but you have to keep the third brother in check. Otherwise, how can you survive? Just think about his attitude towards Xiaoyun and you."

"Such a disparity, such a contrast, tell me, which wife wouldn't mind?"

As she spoke, He looked at Qian Fengping's expression.

Qian Fengping lowered her eyes and dug yams as if she didn't hear anything.

How he treated his wife in the past was in the past and it was not her turn to worry about it.

He was delighted.

Look, he's not talking. He must be sad. He might be thinking about something in his mind.

Thinking of this, she quickly reached out and grabbed most of the yams from Qian Fengping's basket, put them in her own basket, and ran away.

He turned around and said, "Sister-in-law, I have experience in how to deal with the third brother. I will teach you next time!"

That means, these yams are tuition fees.

Qian Fengping was anxious and quickly got up to chase after him: "Give it back to me!"

She was about to finish the amount she had to submit, and she didn't want to learn how to control a man from her!

He ran very fast, and Qian Fengping chased after her.

She has done a lot of heavy work over the years, which has damaged her health. How can she catch up with He?

The woman twisted her ankle without paying attention and her face turned pale instantly.

Qian Fengping stopped there, gasping for breath, and could only watch the figure running farther and farther away, her heart full of regret. It was all her fault. She should have stayed away when He came over, so that no one would have snatched the yams away.