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

Fang Tong and the other two were using hoes to dig out the roots of bean seedlings in the field.

Fang Nanzhi was eager to try. He put the small basket on his back, rolled up his trouser legs, stepped carefully on the raised soil at the edge, and stepped in.

The surface of her shoes became wet instantly. She stuck out her tongue guiltily and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that no adults noticed.

In the fields, she followed the three people, and from time to time her little hands grabbed a handful of dry bean sprouts and threw them into the basket.

A few people who went to the mountains to look for wild vegetables passed by the field and took a casual look. When they saw Fang Tong and others working in the field, they thought they were seeing things.

"Fang Laosan, what are you doing at home? Why is there water?"

In the past, Fang Tong always found all kinds of excuses to avoid planting in spring and harvesting in autumn. Now that the harvest is ruined, he is working instead?

Fang Tong dug down his hoe and turned the soil without looking up. "My family can't even afford to eat. I heard from the officials that the disaster victims won't be coming, so I thought I'd try planting some winter wheat."

When I was in the Fang family, no matter how much I worked, my eldest brother got all the benefits in the end.

So he could be lazy, but now, the output of this land is used to feed his wife and children, so how can he not work hard?

"Oh, winter wheat is not easy to grow." Cheng Dafu sighed: "My family doesn't dare to do it, for fear that it will affect the harvest next year."

Fang Tong didn't care: "Then your family won't do it."

He didn't force people to race?

Aunt Zhao spoke frankly: "If you ask me, your family is a bit too bold. Don't work hard all winter and end up with nothing. It's a waste of time."

"Of course, if we mess with the soil and ruin its fertility, what will we do in the next few years? This thing is not easy to grow."

There was a hint of gloating in Cheng Dafu's words.

Fang Tong's face turned sour: "Go away, go away, one by one, if you can't speak, don't speak. Do you have enough food to last through this winter? People have to survive to have a future, right?"

"If there's plenty of food, you can plant it if you want. Don't bother me."

Fang Tong's two sentences really made everyone silent.

There is not enough food at home. They didn’t find a single wild vegetable when they came back from the mountain. The yamen runners also gave them a clear message that they would not provide relief. If they don’t think of a way, is there really any way to survive?

Are you really going to wait for your whole family to starve to death?

That’s right, you have to stay alive first!

Even if the land is unfertile, it can still produce crops, but if people are gone, everything is gone.

Anyway, the situation won’t get any worse than it is now, so why not try growing winter wheat?

Several people were tempted.

After a while, several people could no longer stand there, so they exchanged a few words casually and hurried home to discuss.

Fang Tong didn't care and continued working.

It would also be beneficial if more people in the village grew winter wheat.

First, plants need pollination, so the larger the planting area, the better and more stable their growth.

Secondly, it is grown at home and is too eye-catching.

As for if the crops are not planted well or if there is a natural disaster, it cannot be blamed on him.

He didn't call on the whole village to plant it. It was all their idea. They deserve to bear the consequences themselves.

This little incident did not have any impact. The whole family worked until noon and had a simple meal of porridge.

But Fang Nanzhi's wet shoes were still discovered.

Qian Fengping had a good temper and didn't scold her. She brushed her shoes and only ordered her not to go out.

Who made her only have one pair of shoes?

Of course, I feel sorry for them, but they are children, so don’t let them get too tired.

After resting for a while, the couple continued to work in the fields under the scorching sun.

When Fang Tong and the others went down to the edge of the field, they saw that there were many more people in the field.

Farming is the gene in the blood of the working people. Now, as soon as there is a leader, everyone will wake up.

At the Qin family's house, sparrows were chirping on the branches.

Fang Nanzhi opened her eyes in a daze, and met Qin Yan's peach blossom eyes.

"woke up?"

The owner of those eyes had slightly curved eyes, which looked very beautiful, but the words she spoke were chilling.

"Zhizhi, it's time to learn to read."

Fang Nanzhi immediately closed her eyes. It was fake, it must be fake. She must still be dreaming. Just wait until the countdown is over!

'Three, two...'

Before she could finish the countdown, she was lifted up into the air. Meeting Qin Yan's gaze, the young man spoke in a gentle voice, but his words were cruel: "If you don't take the initiative when the time comes and avoid studying, I'll add ten more words today."

After he finished speaking, he was placed directly on the bench where he usually learned to read.

The little guy huddled on the stool like a quail, not daring to refute, not daring to refute at all.

She was really afraid that Qin Yan would find some random excuse to ask her to learn ten more words.

"Ah~"

The little man faced the book in front of him, sighed deeply, and resigned himself to his fate and began to study.

Although studying was difficult and she wanted to go out and play, Fang Nanzhi discovered that every time she learned a word, the system would give her a random reward.

Learn for the reward!

Qin Yan: For the sake of health, learn!

The thoughts of the young boy and the little girl strangely coincided at this moment.

Time spent immersed in learning passes quickly.

After Fang Nanzhi became proficient in some basic font structures, he was able to recognize words much faster than before. Now he can recognize about sixty to seventy words a day.

A familiar system announcement sounded in both of their minds.

[Ding—Congratulations to the host for completing the Little Headmaster's daily mission. Reward: Health +1, 1 pack of spicy noodles.]

Qin Yan was even too lazy to ask what spicy strips were. He couldn't get them anyway, so as long as his health was up, it was fine.

Fang Nanzhi, however, showed a satisfied smile.

Hehe, the reward given to her by the system brother was a bag of spicy strips.

She hadn't eaten it yet, so she looked at the picture in her mind and swallowed subconsciously.

By the time the adults came back from working in the fields, it was almost dark.

Qian Fengping cooked while Fang Tong took his second brother to chop firewood.

After a busy day, the dinner was quite sumptuous, with one dish of fried yam, one dish of fried wild vegetables, a big bowl of corn soup, and dry rice and multi-grain pancakes.

Although multi-grain pancakes may make your throat hurt, they are dry and can satisfy your hunger.

When family members go to the fields, they cannot go too far in eating and drinking.

Fang Nanzhi was very reserved in her appetite tonight. She insisted on being full after eating half a bowl of porridge.

Fang Tong touched her head and said, "You don't have a fever. Could it be heatstroke?"

Fang Nanzhi waved his father's hand away: "No, I'm fine."

After saying that, the little girl went to wash up and then went back to her room to sleep.

Now, the portion she saved went into Fang Yin's stomach, and there was no room for leftovers.

Fang Yin touched his stomach with satisfaction. Third brother's house was still the best. He could always eat his fill.

Fang Tong was speechless.

"It's okay. I'll steam some yam and keep it warm in the pot. If Zhizhi gets hungry in the middle of the night, you can give it to her." Qian Fengping was very considerate.

Fang Tong felt warm in his heart: "Thank you for your hard work, Qian Niang."

When the two looked at each other, they felt a little uncomfortable and looked away.

Qin Yan lowered his head and drank his porridge, pretending not to see anything.

As the night deepened, when Fang Tong returned to the house, he saw his daughter hiding in the quilt.

The room was also filled with a faint aroma that had never been smelled before. It seemed to be a little spicy, but not purely spicy.

The smell is a bit complex for copper, but generally speaking it's a fragrance.

There is also the sound of "crunching, crunching" chewing.

Oh my god, it turns out he came back to the house to steal some food.