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

After resting for half a day, Fang Yin and the others changed into the clothes of the Southern Barbarian soldiers.

On the surface, Aldowu led the way and continued to return to the royal city to seek help.

Behind the scenes, they had reached a deal. Aldo would help rescue General Meng, and Fang Yin would give him a chance to persuade Moda to take the Dashi tribe to surrender to the Central Plains.

As for why not exchange hostages?

Fang Yin is not stupid. He holds the lives of both Moda and his son in his hands. His master only has one life, so exchanging them is not worthwhile.

He has to take advantage of it.

I just wonder if General Meng Yi would give his beloved disciple a beating after he knew how he settled the score.

Fang Yin and his group went deep into the rear of Xiao Nanman without anyone noticing.

April came in a blink of an eye and Mushan Village became busy.

Young men and women squat in the fields to plant rice all day long. Occasionally, when someone stands up, they feel pain in their shoulders and backs, and they cry out in pain.

Fang Tong stood at the edge of the field with his hands on his hips, working only occasionally.

He now has a lot of land and is rich, so he hires temporary workers when he can't farm it all.

Sun Dacheng found the temporary workers, all of whom were beggars from the county town, and their wages were half the price of strong laborers.

Fang Tong hired them not because he was stingy and wanted to save money, but because it was difficult to hire temporary workers during the busy farming season.

Who doesn’t take care of his own land first?

Of course, it would be better if you can find someone and save money.

In short, someone is farming for him, why is he still working so hard?

If he works less, others will have more job opportunities and earn more money.

"Tongzi, don't just stand there in a daze. Go to the wheat field and take a look. The wheat has been green for more than half a month, but it hasn't grown very tall. I don't know what's going on."

In the distance, Tiezhu was sweating profusely and wiped it casually with his sleeve.

"I know." Fang Tong responded.

He was not in a daze, he was thinking. As the owner of such a large business, he should think more about the future and how to go further and further.

Alas, it’s hard to explain to Tiezhu and those idiots.

Fang Tong walked away unsteadily with his hands behind his back. From his back, he walked slower than the seventy-year-old village chief.

Passing by Fang’s land, Fang Lu and his wife were busy working.

Fang Lu smiled a little embarrassedly: "Copper coins."

"Yeah." Fang Tong responded lightly.

He knew why Fang Lu felt guilty.

After my aunt remarried, only Old Man Fang was left in the Fang family. Since he had no hands, he naturally could not farm.

It wasn't known whether the Fang clan leader felt guilty or something, but he stepped in to take care of things. He suggested that the clan members could farm the Fang family's land, but they had to provide for Old Man Fang's food and drink and give him a set of clothes every two years.

Fang Lu took over the Fang family land.

He knew he had a good deal; if the land were rented out, the harvest would be split 40/60. The tenant would get 40/60, and Old Man Fang would get 60/60.

But Patriarch Fang really considered Old Man Fang in this matter.

He was a crippled old man, and it was easy to rent out his land, but it was hard to collect the rent! He was often bullied by others.

It would be better for the clan to step in and let him suffer a small loss. With the support of Clan Leader Fang, the old man won't starve to death.

Old Mr. Fang was not grateful at all. He hid at home every day, not knowing what he was busy with and never came out.

Before Fang Tong returned to the village, he was prepared for the old man to come and pester him, but the old man didn't come.

Instead, it was Old Mrs. Fang who came to him and said that she was wrong in the past and did not treat the children equally.

But she has no say in the family, it is all decided by Grandpa Fang. Can you forgive your mother?

Now things are different for me. Old Cai has no children. If you remarry with me, I'll change my surname to Cai! Old Cai will definitely treat you like his own son.

Fang Tong was so angry that he laughed. Did he think he was just a seven or eight-year-old kid who couldn't survive without his parents?

Now that his children are successful and his family is wealthy, why would he find a stepfather who is poor and has a mother who is capable of doing evil?

Because they are old? Because they don't take showers?

He used to think Fang Jin inherited his shamelessness and rudeness from Old Man Fang, but now it seems that Old Lady Fang is also to blame.

He asked someone to invite Chief Fang and the village chief. When the two old men heard this, they were so excited that the lucky star had been snatched from their village!

She was immediately kicked out by Old Lady Fang and was not allowed to come to Mushan Village again.

For the village chief, Fang Tong is really a lucky star. Many families in the village rely on him to make money.

During the slack season, when delivering goods, selling things, buying grain, etc., Fang Tong would first use the villagers.

We invited outsiders because we couldn’t find anyone in the village. What a nice guy!

However, Chief Fang felt that Fang Tong was no more than chicken ribs.

He did not consider himself a member of the Fang family, yet he was adopted by Fang Erma as his son.

Fang Erma is from the Fang family.

The Fang family couldn't gain any advantage, but they still had some connections.

At critical moments, Patriarch Fang had to help him. For example, this time, he was crazy enough to agree to Fang Tong changing his surname to Cai.

But he did the work, but he didn't get any benefit from Fang Tong. Who made him do it voluntarily? Did he ask for help?

So Patriarch Fang felt very upset.

Fang Tong didn't care. He was very happy. He felt that with the two old men protecting him, he could walk around the village with his own way.

Villagers: Didn’t you just walk sideways before?

Closer to home.

As long as Mr. Fang didn't come to his house, he wouldn't starve to death for the time being.

Fang Tong pretended not to know and did not go to the house to cause trouble.

However, if he just stood there and watched, he would probably be drowned in the villagers' spit if he waited until the other person could no longer survive.

But asking him to serve Mr. Fang would require him to be kicked in the head by a donkey.

He needs to take some time to think about it and find a "filial son and grandson" for Mr. Fang.

When he arrived at the wheat field, he shook his head and put aside all his messy thoughts.

He frowned, squatted down and looked at the wheat that was less than ten centimeters tall, feeling a little confused.

April is the time when wheat grows rapidly. In previous years, it was at least 20 to 30 centimeters tall.

What happened this time...

Fang Tong’s first thought was that there was something wrong with the wheat seeds.

The seeds of the system were used at the beginning, and after being tested by the imperial court, they have long been promoted.

A few years have passed and new wheat seeds are being used everywhere. If there is a problem with the seeds at this time... Fang Tong shuddered.

In the past, he wouldn't have thought this way. The seeds were given by gods, so how could there be any problems?

But in the past few years, he has studied various agricultural books given by his daughter and learned that some seeds are not adapted to the local water and soil, or if they do adapt, they will evolve on their own.

Some get better as they evolve, while others develop problems.

He stood up and looked at the surrounding areas.

This area is all dry land, and other people's winter wheat is also planted here.

Fang Tong looked around and found that the wheat this year was very short. In one field, the wheat was only three or four centimeters tall.

Something is very wrong.

Returning to his own field, he pulled up a wheat stalk and looked at it carefully.

This time, I found something different. The leaves had turned a little green and a light yellow line appeared.

The roots are short and sparse.

He bent down and looked at the other wheat leaves, and found that most of them had turned green.

Fang Tong's face became more and more ugly. He was sure that the seeds might be fine, but the wheat was really sick this year.

He ran towards the village chief's house.

The old village chief was enjoying the cool air under a big tree. After listening to his story, the pipe in his hand fell on his thigh and burned a hole in his trousers.

The old village chief stood up with a cry of pain, and fumbled with it twice, not even bothering to pick up the pipe. He grabbed Fang Tong's hand and glared at him, "What did you say? Don't lie to me, I'm old and can't stand being scared."