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

Master Jin Wu had a lot to say, but when he met his nephew's cold and resolute eyes, he had to give up.

If his nephew is determined to do something, he can't stop him.

Moreover, my eldest brother said that my nephew is smart and we should listen to him more when it comes to matters that require our brains.

Fang Nanzhi took an hour-long class at Zhou's house, specifically studying Jin Yunting's illness.

Then he was sent home.

Mr. Zhou allowed her to stay at the pharmacy for two or three days, firstly to rest her hands and secondly to avoid embarrassing him.

Fang Nanzhi lowered her head and responded.

The little girl got home early today and was in a bad mood. She didn't want to do her homework right away.

So I moved a small stool, sat next to the cowshed, and watched the cows eat grass.

After arriving in the city, the cows grew a lot stronger and could produce two buckets of milk every day.

There was more food than could be eaten at home, so Qian Fengping made cakes and sent the extra food to the store.

The cake shop charges five cents per pound, since the shop needs milk every day anyway.

The cow raised its head slightly, its big eyes full of confusion. What happened to its little master? It looked so shy.

Not far away, Su Qingya was still kneeling at the door, the anger in her eyes almost materialized.

The little girl noticed it and stopped playing with the cow. She moved a bench and sat in front of her with interest.

"Su Qingya, you've been in the capital for so long. Is it fun here?"

"Why did you come back?"

"Is the Bo Mansion big? Do your parents treat you well?"

The little girl is the same as 100,000 Whys.

She was very interested in the life of the eldest daughter of the Earl's Mansion. No, she was curious about how Su Qingya survived in the Earl's Mansion.

The noble lady she had met, the young lady of the Prince's Mansion, was so high and mighty, but she was still sent away by the Prince of the County with just one word.

Therefore, the little girl felt that it was very difficult for the fool to live in a high-class family.

But Su Qingya doesn't seem to be very smart.

Su Qingya lowered her head and ignored her. Why should she say those things to a peasant?

Fang Nanzhi couldn't imagine her life in the uncle's house no matter how hard she tried.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Fang Nanzhi lowered his head, looked straight into her eyes, and suddenly slapped his thigh.

"I see. Are you always being bullied? Like in the storybooks, crying every day, and you're too embarrassed to talk about it?"

"I think so too. You, the real daughter, have gone back, but the eldest uncle's daughter has not been sent back. It can be seen that the uncle's family still values my real cousin more."

These words stabbed Su Qingya's heart.

She exploded.

"What do you know, little girl? I am the blood of the Bo family, how could they not love me?"

"That little bitch Su Xiran is only relying on her mother's kindness to stay in the Bo's Mansion."

When she really marries the Prince of Ning, the Earl's Mansion will naturally drive her away.

Fang Nanzhi touched his chin, his eyes full of distrust.

"Is this true? But it took the Earl's Mansion a long time to come and pick you up. Our county was in a famine, and they didn't care about you."

Could it be that the Bo family didn't know about this? Didn't the capital send people to provide disaster relief?

Su Qingya was choked, her eyes red with anger.

"It was just an accident."

She inquired and found out that Su Xiran was ill at the time, and it must be her trick to slow down the process of the Bo Mansion looking for her.

Su Qingya felt like vomiting blood, but she also realized that something was wrong and she couldn't let the little girl lead her by the nose.

She raised her chin, revealing her snow-white neck, and wanted to look down at Fang Nanzhi from above.

But she was kneeling now, and was about the same height as Fang Nanzhi.

"As soon as I returned home, I moved into Wutong Garden."

"Wutong Garden is the best courtyard in the rear of the Bo Mansion. It was where Su Xiran lived before. Now that I, the real owner, have returned, she has to move to the corner courtyard in disgrace."

Fang Nanzhi nodded without interrupting, and listened quietly.

For some reason, Su Qingya couldn't hide the secret pride in her heart.

"Inside the room, there are fine pear blossom white tables and chairs, the incense is specially provided by Nanqin Pavilion, and the bedding is made of Tiancan silk."

"Mother even assigned me four maids to wait on me, so I could just sit back and wait for everything."

Isn’t this the ideal life for modern workers?

"My mother said that I had suffered so much over the years and she wanted to make it up to me. She took me to Cui Yuxuan and ordered seven or eight sets of jewelry, large and small, including gold, silver and jade."

"As for clothes, the embroiderer at home makes them to order, and can make two sets a month."

A proud look flashed in Su Qingya's eyes. "I personally drew some clothing patterns, and they became the most fashionable in the capital."

Of course, her work is not original, she just drew some modern Hanfu styles.

This was enough. With her cleverness and dexterity, she quickly integrated into the circle of young ladies in the capital.

Fang Nanzhi supported his chin with both hands and listened attentively.

Su Qingya was satisfied to see her country bumpkin look.

She, Su Qingya, should live a life that everyone envies but is out of reach.

Of course, she would not say these words in the capital, and she had to maintain an image of being gentle, humble and generous to the outside world.

Only in front of Fang Nanzhi could she unscrupulously release the malice in her heart.

"When I have nothing to do, I attend poetry and literary gatherings. The people who come to visit are all children of nobles, even princesses."

"Fang Nanzhi, even though you seem so proud now, your background limits your potential. You will never be exposed to these things in your lifetime."

So what if the prince treated her as a friend now? After returning to the capital, in a few years, the childhood friend would have long been forgotten.

"You and I are no longer from the same class."

Su Qingya stared at her expression, expecting to see her jealous, twisted and unwilling face.

Fang Nanzhi chuckled and scratched his head: "But I'm sitting and you're kneeling."

Su Qingya could no longer hold back the pride on her face and almost vomited blood in anger.

Fang Nanzhi stood up and didn't want to play with her anymore. She originally wanted to find out about fun and delicious things to do in Beijing.

But Su Qingya is too boring, all she says is useless.

Just as the little girl was about to turn around, she saw a carriage parked in front of her house.

The first to come down were the old couple of the Fang family, and then a servant carried Fang Jin out on his back.

Old Mr. Fang felt unhappy when he looked at the luxurious house in front of him.

Isn't it a rented yard? What a prodigal son, pretending to be rich, the rented yard is better than his Fang family's.

If he knew that this house was given by Su Qingya, he would probably faint from anger.

His eyes fell on the money-loser, and he snorted coldly: "You have no manners. You don't even know how to greet your elders. Where's your father? What did he teach you?"

Fang Nanzhi sensed the malice in him, but didn't take it seriously at all, as she was used to it.

"My father said that we should not talk to bad people. The teacher also said that we should be close to gentlemen and stay away from villains." The little girl responded eloquently.

Old Master Fang's face turned dark.

Call them villains?

He's just like his father, disrespectful and unfilial.

If he had known this would happen, he should have thrown the girl into the mountains to feed the wolves when she was born.

If it weren't for this girl, the third son wouldn't have insisted on marrying into the family, let alone adopting a son. He still had three sons.

Mr. Fang forgot that they were the ones who were aggressive first, and he would not admit that he was wrong.

"Zhizhi, is your father at home? I have something to talk to him about." Fang Jin saw that his father looked unhappy, so he spoke first.

His tone was gentle, like that of a good uncle.

Old Madam Fang quickly took two steps forward and said, "Oh my, oh my, Qingya, my dearest love, why are you kneeling here?"