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

Fang Nanzhi understood what it meant to dry in the sun for three days!

The father and daughter continued to look at the illustration below number three...

The painting style is simple, the lines are smooth and a bit cute, and it is easy to understand.

It was the first time Fang Nanzhi had seen this kind of picture. She was immediately attracted to it and became fascinated by it.

Fang Tong also understood the meaning of the stick figure drawing and exclaimed in amazement: "It's a really good drawing."

As expected of a god, he is so good at painting!

The father and daughter still felt unsatisfied after reading through the pages of planting methods.

Fang Tong pondered for a moment and said, "Girl, keep this thing for now. We'll try it out in a few days!"

After we finish planting wheat, it won’t be too late to study planting yam.

"Okay." Fang Nanzhi rolled up her little hands and carefully put the things into her inner pocket. Then she looked up at the ground. She had just finished turning it over, and there was still such a large area that had not been planted. How long would her daddy have to work on it?

The little girl simply said, "I'll help Daddy plant too."

"No, the sun is strong, you should go home."

“No, I want to plant it.”

We refuse to enslave children to work, but we cannot refuse children from forcing them to work.

Fang Tong felt warm in his heart, and reluctantly took off the straw hat on his head and put it on Fang Nanzhi's head: "Okay, then you can rest when you are tired, understand?"

"I know, I know!" Fang Nanzhi nodded, almost letting his straw hat fall off.

Fang Tong straightened her up, tied it up carefully, and patted her head: "Good girl, let's go and get to work!"

Fang Tong took out some wheat seeds and gave a handful to his daughter. "You are responsible for spreading the seeds evenly, and I will bury them."

"I know!" Fang Nanzhi responded.

She had to do farm work occasionally when she was in the Fang family, so she was able to figure it out.

The seeds given by the system were all plump and golden, and pleasing to the eye. The little girl pinched them with her small hands and evenly spread the wheat seeds on the soil.

Fang Tong stood on the edge of the field, holding the shovel tightly in his hand. As he raised and lowered the shovel, the golden wheat seeds were buried in the soil one by one.

There is still one thing to note about winter wheat and spring wheat. If you plant it too deep, it will be difficult to breathe, and if you plant it too shallow, it will easily freeze to death in winter. The best depth is three inches deeper than spring wheat.

Having done farm work all year round, Fang Tong has some confidence in this aspect.

The sun slowly moved from the center to the west. In the fading light, the father and daughter were standing one behind and one in front. The younger one, wearing a small straw hat, planted the seeds skillfully, while the older one was right behind her, burying the seeds one shovel at a time, from the edge of the field to the end.

The father and daughter are like most ordinary farmers in this area, busy but down-to-earth.

It was not until it got really dark that the villagers gradually stopped working and dragged their tired bodies back home.

The father and daughter did the same, walking with their heads down.

The Liu family's aunt came over, looking very excited: "Fang Tong, how is your second brother now?"

As soon as these words were spoken, several people around who were originally exhausted also perked up a little. Those who were interested in faith unconsciously moved towards this side and secretly pricked up their ears to listen.

Everyone in the village knew that Fang Tong and an official had carried the blood-covered Fang Yin back to the village a few days ago, and they had been curious about it these days.

Fang Tong sighed quietly, "Alas, I was seriously injured and am taking medicine and recuperating at home."

"Oh, how pitiful." An aunt next to her immediately responded.

"That's right. Fang Er is a bit of a slow-witted kid. He's already suffered a lot, so how could he have encountered something like this?"

"If you ask me, those disaster victims really deserve to die. They stole things, but why did they treat people so harshly?"

With one or two leaders around, several other men gathered around and started talking. One of them said, "Hey, you're right, those refugees really did die right away. I heard the county government is going to publicly try the refugee leader in ten days!"

Several villagers immediately chimed in: "He should have died long ago!"

"If I hadn't been busy with farm work, I would have thrown some rotten vegetable leaves at them to suffocate them to death."

Someone laughed: "Hey, Lao Wu, there aren't even any wild vegetable hairs on the mountain, so how can there be rotten vegetable leaves?"

At this point, Cheng Dafu immediately turned to Fang Tong and asked, "Hey, Third Brother, I just remembered what your family has been eating recently. I smelled it as I passed by. It smelled so good, it made my mouth water!"

Every household is suffering from famine right now. When Cheng Dafu asked this, everyone looked at Fang Tong.

Fang Tong's heart skipped a beat, and he secretly cursed Cheng Dafu as a dog-nose in his mind. His mind raced, and a light bulb went off in his head, but he still looked nonchalant.

"What else could it be? Milk. Milk has a flavor when it's heated up, and it smells good to me too."

Everyone understood, after all, they all knew that Fang Tong was leading a cow home.

But Cheng Dafu still refused to give in, wondering, "No, that's not just the scent of milk. I smelled it a few days ago, and it also had a sweet smell!"

It was probably because he smelled the cake being baked a few days ago.

But this didn't faze Fang Tong. He sighed deeply and patted his daughter's head gently. "It's because she's greedy that she secretly put the last bit of sugar in the house into the milk. Alas, her second uncle is injured and can't even get up. He wants to make some brown sugar water to replenish his health."

Fang Nanzhi, who had always been well-behaved and quiet, touched her head and looked at her father:?

She finally had a moment of peace and quiet, and now she was blamed?

But the little girl also understood the reason, and immediately cooperated with a guilty look: "I'm sorry, Daddy, I won't put sugar secretly next time!"

After that, he looked at the uncles and aunts around him and asked the scary question in a childish tone: "Uncles and aunts, do you have any candy at home?"

Needless to say, Fang Tong immediately understood, his eyes shining as he glanced at these people one by one, his gaze eager: "Yes, yes, yes, does anyone in your family still have brown sugar? Lend me some to help my second brother replenish his body!"

Anyone who was caught in that passionate gaze would unconsciously look away out of guilt.

Especially Cheng Dafu, Fang Tong stared at him the longest.

What do people fear most from this disaster?

The first priority for disaster victims is to grab food, and borrowing food is definitely the second!

"Oh, that's true. I just remembered that I still have work to do at home. I'll go home first." After saying this, Aunt Liu quickly scratched her head and left.

Someone else laughed and said: "What a pity, I don't have any brown sugar at home, so I won't bother you anymore."

Several people found excuses and walked away.

Fang Tong stared at Cheng Dafu and said expectantly: "Dafu, I know your family has it."

Cheng Dafu felt uneasy when he was stared at. He waved his hands and took two quick steps.

"No, there's no candy at my house!"

Fang Tong was holding a grudge in his heart and acted like a rogue with a firm tone.

He had to scare this kid today for being so rude.

"I don't believe it. Your family is one of the best off in the village. You used to go to the city every now and then to buy nice things. So there must be something."