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

Some people say, what parent doesn’t love their children?

But there are always some people whose love is conditional, or they like those who are smart, look like themselves, are rich, etc.

There are always children who do not meet their expectations, and such children will also grow up, such as Fang Tong. Isn’t his playful smile a protective color?

Qian Fengping was thinking about all sorts of things in her mind, but she looked happy on the surface.

After Fang Tong calmed down a bit, Qin Yan gently reminded him: "Dad, General Meng is going back to Beijing."

Yes, the imperial envoy has to return to Beijing after completing his mission, right?

General Qie Meng's residence is also in the capital.

If Fang Yin becomes his disciple, won’t he have to follow his master?

Fang Tong frowned when he thought of this. His second brother had never left him too far.

"But Second Uncle still needs acupuncture regularly, his brain hasn't been cured yet!" Fang Nanzhi was reluctant to let him go, and muttered while pulling Second Uncle's sleeve.

Seeing the father and daughter like this, Qin Yan sighed in his heart, but still couldn't help but continue.

"I recently inquired at the prefectural academy. General Meng is a general stationed at the border. Since there is no fighting at the border this year, he returned to the capital to train his troops. However, if something goes wrong, he will have to go to the battlefield."

This means that the second uncle may also go to the battlefield.

Fang Yin was not afraid at all. Perhaps it was because he was not very smart and was naturally less timid than ordinary people.

His eyes widened, and he was a little happy: "If I kill enough people, can I become a general? Then I can be a backer for Zhizhi."

Fang Tong looked at him with complicated eyes.

Fang Nanzhi also pouted: "Second uncle, I am very powerful. I don't need anyone to back me up. I am the confidence myself."

Is it easy to become a general while fighting on the battlefield?

The victor makes the king, the loser makes the bandit. If you are not careful, you may even lose your life. How can you be a general?

Fang Tong rubbed his face vigorously and forced a smile: "Second brother, otherwise we wouldn't become your disciples. Zhizhi can't bear to leave you, and you have to pick up Brother Yan when he goes to the prefectural school."

He turned around and said to Qian Fengping, "Wife, let's go visit him later, give him some gifts, and apologize."

Fang Tong felt that there was no need to let his second brother go to the battlefield.

Really, he was able to support his second brother during the previous famine, and now that life at home is getting better and better, why would he risk his life?

He can support his second brother for the rest of his life.

Fang Tong looked at his brother carefully: "Second brother, I can also help you find a wife. You don't need to rely on General Meng."

Fang Nanzhi glanced at his second uncle, lowered his head and said nothing.

Seeing this, Qin Yan sighed in his heart.

He had also thought about it. General Meng Yi had decided to come to his house five days later not only to deal with the winter wheat issue, but also to give them time to consider whether or not to formally become his disciple.

People have already thought of these difficult things.

Fang Yin frowned slightly, and his usually honest face was now more serious. He patted his brother's shoulder seriously: "I am the older brother, I am stronger!"

What he meant was, how could an older brother always rely on his younger brother? He was stronger, so he would have an advantage even on the battlefield.

"What's wrong with my brother? From childhood to adulthood, your parents didn't care about you, wasn't it me who took care of you? Since I took care of you, I can take care of you for the rest of your life." Fang Tong's voice suddenly became louder, and his eyes were a little red.

Fang Yin was a little unconvinced: "Nonsense, I took the beating for you."

In my memory, Fang Tong's cotton-padded jacket was badly torn and leaking air everywhere. He was wearing straw sandals and had frostbite all over his body.

He is so cold.

Fang Jin in the next room was wearing a new cotton-padded jacket and holding a heater in his arms, looking like a young master from a landlord's family, bright and handsome.

Fang Tong was unwilling to give up, so he stole his eldest brother's books and sold them for money. He used the money to buy cotton and asked a kind aunt in the village to make clothes for him and his second brother.

On the day he put on the new clothes, his book theft was discovered and Mr. Fang beat him with a stick as thick as his fist.

Fang Tong was still young at the time and couldn't outrun him, so he was caught and pressed on a stool and beaten.

Fang Yin was so stupid that she just lay on him to block him: "Don't hit my brother, don't hit my brother."

He didn't know how to dodge and was hit on the back several times, and the stick was broken.

From childhood to adulthood, it is hard to say who takes care of whom, but the two brothers have grown up supporting each other.

Fang Tong sniffed, suppressed his sourness, and said earnestly: "Second brother, you don't understand. You won't see us if you go to the capital. If we go to the battlefield again, the fourth boy of the Zhou family was conscripted and never came back."

During the conscription, the Zhou family, neighbors of the Fang family, volunteered and signed up without telling his parents and brothers.

Because all his brothers were married, no matter who went, he would have to leave his family and career. But Zhou Laosi was only sixteen and not married, but he went.

At that time, Mr. Fang wanted Fang Yin to go. If anything happened, it would just be the loss of a silly son, so it wouldn't have any impact.

It was Fang Tong who did it. He took a kitchen knife and put it across Fang Jin's neck to threaten them.

Use money instead of military service.

Yes, the Fang family was rich at that time, but Mr. Fang wanted to save the money for his eldest son so that he could go out for social events and dinners.

For three whole days, he stayed in Fang Jin's house with the knife in his hand. He refused to leave and did not dare to sleep, for fear that the knife would be taken away while he was asleep.

In the end, Mr. Fang was forced into a corner and had to pay the yamen runners money, and the matter was finally resolved.

Fang Yin was very calm: "Brother, it's different now."

He pointed at his nephew and said, "Brother Yan is taking the imperial examination. If he can enter the capital in the future, come and find me."

"Even if I really go to the battlefield, I know martial arts and I have a master to teach me."

"Third brother, I want to become your disciple."

He looked at Fang Tong with burning eyes.

All the words that Fang Tong wanted to say were suppressed.

No matter how many reasons he gave, they were not as strong as one sentence: he wanted to become my disciple.

The two brothers of the Fang family had a conflict, or rather, Fang Tong unilaterally went into a cold war with his second brother and ignored him.

This is the first time. In the past, Fang Yin always listened to his younger brother.

But now his brain has improved and he has more and more ideas.

None of the Fang family members slept well that night.

Fang Nanzhi was lying there when he turned over and sighed.

She also didn't want her second uncle to leave, but Mr. Zheng had taught her that a gentleman should be harmonious yet different.

Everyone has the right to choose, and the choices will be different depending on their position, perspective, and psychological cognition.

Others should be respected.

Fang Tong had his eyes closed, not feeling sleepy at all. Qian Fengping did not disturb him.

Early in the morning, Fang Tong appeared with dark circles under his eyes.

I went out with my daughter and went to the home of Dr. Zhou, the great doctor.

When he arrived at the place, he watched his daughter learn medicine, drank some tea himself, and then fell asleep on a chair after a while.

Fang Nanzhi noticed it, told the master, and took a blanket to cover his father.

Mr. Zhou looked at him with a smile: "What happened to your father?"

The little girl lowered her head and sighed, "Master, how long will it take for my second uncle's head to be completely healed with acupuncture?"

"To what extent can it be recovered?"

She was already a doctor and knew that there were ways to recover from an illness. Sometimes the root cause of the disease was eradicated, while sometimes only the surface was healed, with the lesion still there.

Mr. Zhou stroked his beard and thought carefully: "In fact, the most effective stage of acupuncture is almost here. Acupuncture further on is just auxiliary."

"You can understand it as your second uncle's intelligence was damaged and could not grow, so it was fixed in childhood."