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

Fang Tong was already sleeping uneasily, and when he heard the slight movement, he opened his eyes and mumbled instructions in a daze.

"Be careful, don't cut your hands. Carry this dagger with you. If you encounter danger, take it out and slash the bad guy's neck, or even his eyes..."

Fang Nanzhi was very surprised at first, but when she saw her father looking so haggard, she felt sad.

She has always been smart and knows what her father is thinking.

"Dad, don't worry, I won't be captured by the disaster victims this time."

Ever since the disaster victims arrived, everyone in the village has been on guard.

The number of night patrols was doubled.

New difficulties arose, and the original famine remained unresolved.

For the next few days, everyone in the village who was still able to move rushed up the mountain to dig yams, but almost all the yams they could see were dug up, and only one or two were found if they were lucky.

It was not until later when there were no more yams to be found that the village gradually became quiet.

Apart from the daily patrols by the village patrol team, there was no one in the village. Most people lay dead at home to save food.

The whole village fell into the quiet before the storm.

The Fang family did the same thing and started eating coarse grain porridge every day.

It is called whole grain porridge, which sounds good, but in fact it is just half a bowl of water and a spoonful of coarse wheat bran, and you can only eat it once a day.

Fang Qingya has been eating coarse food these days, and her little face has turned pale again.

The Fang family’s food is also going to be gone.

Therefore, Fang Jin could only eat whole wheat bran, but he had half a bowl. Even so, after finishing a bowl, he soon started to growl with hunger.

Fang Jin was so hungry that he couldn't read at all.

Normally in this situation, you have to use the silver to buy food.

The Fang family is not without money, but it is all in Fang Jin's hands.

He knew it clearly in his mind and knew that there was no food at home, but he had to use the money he got from the Qin family for travel expenses for the imperial examination. How could he be willing to use it to buy food?

He's hungry now, and when he passes the imperial examination and becomes a county magistrate, how much rice will his family have?

No pain No gain!

He comforted himself in his heart, but when he saw the familiar plain wheat bran on the table at lunch, a feeling of resentment arose in his heart.

Looking at Fang Qingya who was sitting at the dinner table waiting for her meal, her resentment grew even stronger.

Eat eat eat, you know how to eat.

Isn't she some kind of young lady from the Bo's Mansion? They fed her well for half a year, but the people in the Bo's Mansion didn't even say a word, leaving them starving.

He is worthy of being his wife, as the couple thinks alike.

Finally, when Fang Qingya took her first mouthful of porridge, Fang Jin spoke.

"This porridge is so little, it won't fill me up at all."

He sighed helplessly and gave Fang Qingya a pointed look. "What can we do? We have no food at home, and none of our children are destined to succeed."

Fang Qingya naturally noticed it, lowered her eyes and clenched the spoon.

"I see the girl from the Zhang family next door only having a bite of food every three days. Unlike Qingya, who is lucky enough to grow up in our family, she eats almost as much as a strong laborer every day."

Boss Fang snorted coldly, "I heard that the girl from the Zhang family not only eats little, but also digs up a lot of yams and brings them home every day. She's quite filial."

"Qingya...sigh." He sighed, "How can I live like this?"

The dinner table was quiet, with only the couple chatting back and forth, and their words were nothing but negative comments about how Fang Qingya was useless.

Fang Qingya raised her eyes and looked at her grandparents at the table, trying to get them to make the decision for her.

But Mr. and Mrs. Fang understood the yin and yang of their conversation. They just focused on eating the porridge in their bowls and remained silent.

The couple's words became more and more outrageous, and they almost called her out by name, asking why the people from her uncle's house didn't come to give her benefits.

Fang Qingya was really at a loss. A moment of confusion crossed her face, and then she slowly pulled out a gold hairpin from her bosom. "Dad, Mom, this hairpin is a token of our uncle's last visit. You can pawn it to pay back the money."

There is a small bird carved on the gold hairpin with excellent craftsmanship, even the feather patterns on it are carved out, which is definitely not an ordinary piece.

This gold hairpin was given privately by someone from the Earl's Mansion half a year ago, and it was considered a seal of identity.

Fang Qingya has always kept this gold hairpin well, but it has been half a year and the Bo Mansion has not sent anyone to pick her up.

As the famine years came, she felt a little guilty. Fang Qingya knew very well that if she wanted to continue to live a good life, she must first appease her family.

She said it was a keepsake, and she was also holding some expectations. What if they didn't sell it because it was a keepsake?

However, it turned out that her thoughts were too optimistic.

The next second, the gold hairpin was quickly taken away by He.

At the same time, the woman finally smiled widely: "Oh, I knew it. Our Qingya is a sensible girl. Your father and I have loved you for many years."

As he spoke, he looked at it greedily and tried to put it on his head.

This is a golden hairpin, something she dared not even think about even as the daughter of a scholar.

Fang Jin also showed a relieved smile on his face. "Qingya, don't worry. Dad knows that this gold hairpin is very important to you. It's just that we are really out of food at home right now. I will pawn this gold hairpin for now. When you return to the uncle's mansion in the future, Dad will redeem it for you."

Even though Fang Qingya was unhappy, she had no choice but to force a smile and say, "Okay."

After saying that, Fang Jin reached out and took the golden hairpin off He's head, and finished the rest of the meal in a few mouthfuls: "Then I'll go buy some food first. Come on, Qingtian and Zetian, you two should follow me."

The two children are not young anymore, so it would be easier for them to go along and carry the food back. It’s all Fang Yin’s fault. Why would he go to the third child’s house for no reason?

Otherwise, there will be a shortage of labor in the family?

But now is not the time to talk about that. Fang Jin was thinking about having a full meal, so he immediately set off with his two sons.

It was already afternoon when the father and his two sons returned to the village from the county with food.

The official road was quiet, and the three of them felt a little uneasy.

"Dad, will we encounter disaster victims?" Fang Zetian asked fearfully.

Fang Jin turned around and glared at him: "Stop talking nonsense, your father has always been lucky..."

He was halfway through his words when he noticed a few skinny men suddenly appearing in front of him and fell silent.

Can't be so unlucky?

Fang Jin was stunned, causing the two brothers to look up at the same time.

"Wow, Dad, run!" Fang Qingtian was the first one who couldn't bear it anymore, and he shouted and ran away.

Fang Jin gritted his teeth and took only two steps back when seven or eight big men jumped out of the bushes again to block his way. One of them said with a smile, "Brother, where do you want to run to?"

Fang Jin felt dizzy. It was over, completely over.

However, he always felt that he had heard this person's voice somewhere before.

When those people came closer, Fang Jin looked at the face of the leader and suddenly remembered.