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

Could it be that the boss is related to that disaster victim named Xiang?

Just thinking about it made her feel cold all over. She stopped talking and awkwardly let go of his sleeve, then followed him silently.

The undercurrent between the two brothers surged, but the village chief pretended not to notice. He turned to look at Fang Tong and asked, "How is Fang Yin now? And what about the disaster victims?"

"Second brother, nothing serious happened." Fang Tong didn't want to discuss Fang Yin's affairs with outsiders: "Those disaster victims have been arrested by the yamen runners."

Hearing that the victims had been arrested, the village chief breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing Fang Tong's haggard expression and bloodshot eyes, he felt a complicated mood: "Don't be too sad. Your second brother is strong and resilient. He will definitely make it."

She also praised him with a pleasant face: "You have been taking responsibility recently. You can farm and work, and you will definitely be able to take good care of your second brother."

These inexplicable compliments made Fang Tong feel uneasy.

"Uncle Village Chief, I can't do anything, please don't flatter me."

The old village chief's smile froze. He was furious and wanted to slap him, but then he remembered that he was also injured and forced himself to hold back. He said angrily, "What? Who asked you to work? I'm just trying to comfort you."

Fang Tong said with a nonchalant look: "Who knows? Anyway, I won't work."

These two sentences successfully made the old man angry and leave.

The old village chief returned home, still thinking about this matter.

The village head's wife, Tang, came out and saw him fuming in the yard. She asked casually, "What's wrong? What are you angry about?"

The old village chief started complaining to his wife, and after that, he didn't forget to scold Fang Tong.

Humph, he doesn't know how to appreciate a good person. He doesn't care about this brat anymore.

After scolding him, he felt much better. The village chief began to think again: "Forget it. I am a big man and I don't bear grudges. Wife, go and pick up some wild vegetables. I will ask the boss to send them over to visit the patient later."

Tang was a little reluctant to give it up: "Wild vegetables? I just snatched them from the village women this morning. They are just a few newly grown sprouts, not enough for our family to eat."

The old village chief said earnestly: "Wife, we must have a long-term vision."

"Have you noticed that Fang Tong has become quite different since he married into the Qin family? Based on my experience in judging people over the years, I believe the Qin family will be good in the future. We should take advantage of this opportunity to interact with them more."

"Even if I was wrong, this guy has helped me before, so it's good to have more good relationships with him."

After hearing this, Tang thought about it and realized that this was indeed the truth, so he nodded reluctantly.

"No, wild vegetables won't do." Tang was a little reluctant, and after thinking for a while, she said, "Tomorrow I'll ask the eldest brother to bundle up some firewood and send it to Qin Yan's family."

The village chief hesitated to speak, but in the end he did not refute.

The old man sighed again. In the past, when visiting a patient, at least he would bring some eggs and millet. Now, even wild vegetables... Forget it, just consider it as a token of his appreciation.

At the Qin family, Qian Fengping cooked some soft and delicious millet porridge and added a little salt.

After it cooled down, Fang Tong was responsible for feeding the porridge.

To prevent the man from choking, they worked together to carefully help him stand up and lean on his side. Fang Tong pried open his mouth and put in a spoonful of warm porridge.

I was a little worried that Fang Yin would not swallow it, but unexpectedly, the next second, he swallowed the porridge unconsciously.

The second spoonful, the third spoonful...the whole bowl was fed in very smoothly.

Fang Nanzhi scratched his head, and an idea suddenly popped up in his mind.

Second uncle is really amazing. Even when he is unconscious, he never forgets to eat delicious food.

After feeding Fang Yin, the family started eating.

The staple food is dry food cakes, which are eaten with hot water.

It was a very ordinary meal, but the atmosphere at the table was not as cheerful as usual, but heavy and dull.

The four of them were all preoccupied with their own affairs, so they didn't eat much.

After cleaning up the dishes, it's time to rest.

Tonight, Fang Tong had to stay with his second brother, worried that he might have a fever or something, so he said to his daughter, "Zhizhi, you can sleep with your aunt tonight. Dad has to take care of your second uncle."

The main reason was that what happened during the day was too dangerous. He was afraid that his daughter would be scared and was worried about letting her sleep alone.

"I know." Fang Nanzhi responded obediently and took Qian Fengping's hand.

"Sorry to trouble you, Qian Niang." Fang Tong smiled at her.

Qian Fengping had long wanted to experience coaxing her daughter to sleep, so she had no objection and immediately packed up Fang Nanzhi's bedding and spread it in her own room.

The night was as black as ink.

Qian Fengping patted the little girl's back and hummed a nursery rhyme softly.

The woman's voice was warm and reassuring.

Fang Nanzhi had been busy all day, and now that she relaxed, she quickly fell asleep.

But she slept uneasily and dreamed of the scene when the disaster victims arrived.

She could not escape the fate of being captured by refugees and bled to eat, and her father did not find her and eventually died of illness. It was her second uncle who dragged her father's body back home late at night.

But the family refused to bury my father and threw his body away, not caring about my second uncle.

My second uncle dragged my father's body and walked around day and night, but no one took them in. Those who saw the body felt terrified and unlucky, and drove them away.

The second uncle was a fool and didn't understand why his third brother, who was so kind to him, refused to get up after sleeping. But he was unwilling to give up and wandered around with his third brother alone.

Until one day, he fell in a forest in the mountains late at night, and fell beside his father's rotting body, and slowly died.

Fang Nanzhi lay on the bed, tears rolling down her cheeks, murmuring, "Second uncle, Daddy, Second uncle, don't die, don't die!"

She suddenly screamed and sat up from the kang.

Qian Fengping was also startled awake. In the moonlight, she saw the tear marks on the little girl's face and hurried to comfort her: "Don't cry, don't cry, Second Uncle is not dead, dreams are the opposite of reality!"

Qin Yan was awakened by the noise next door. When he pushed his wheelchair out, he saw the little girl rushing out of the west room.

Fang Tong was not asleep and was also startled by his daughter who walked straight in.

As soon as the little girl came in, she checked Fang Yin's breath, then cried and laughed: "He's still alive, Second Uncle is still breathing, he's still alive!"

Qian Fengping saw this scene and was suspicious. She quietly walked over to Fang Tong and said, "I heard that children can lose their souls when they are frightened. Did the child get bumped into yesterday? Otherwise, why don't we call back the soul?"

Fang Tong was also frightened. He was worried that his daughter had lost her soul. Upon hearing this, he immediately responded, "Okay! Let's give it a try."

The couple immediately took a piece of clothing that Fang Nanzhi had worn and opened the door.

He sang and danced for a while, then leaned against the door frame to call out to the soul.

"Fang Nanzhi, go home, it's time to go home~"

"Fang Nanzhi, go home quickly~"

There are some rules to calling back souls.

This method of getting clothes is still passed down from the older generation.

Qin Yan looked at the two people who were screaming at the door, and then looked at Fang Nanzhi who was staring with wide eyes in confusion in the house, and felt overwhelmed.

No matter how you look at it, the ones who are losing their souls and being haunted look more like the couple outside?

Helplessly, Qin Yan looked at the man on the kang. His face was not so pale now, but there was a strange faint pink in the darkness.

Sensing something was wrong, the young man immediately reached out and touched Fang Yin's forehead.

"Second uncle has a fever.