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

Fang Nanzhi felt that his father's smile was too flattering and he couldn't bear to watch it, so he walked away leisurely.

Anmei followed consciously, but the newly added maidservant could not leave yet.

They also had to listen to the master's lecture. Qian Fengping not only brought in new people, but also gathered all the adults in the mansion to give them a beating and a scare.

Then they were reassigned tasks, especially the palace maids who came out of the palace.

They were worried about keeping her around, but they couldn't kick her out either, so Qian Fengping assigned two of them to look after the garden and the other two to do some embroidery.

I have to say that the palace maids also have their merits. Their embroidery skills are not bad, even better than Qian Fengping's.

As for the lack of guards, there is no need to worry. Fang Yin will send some people the next day.

It means breaking an arm or a leg, or losing an eye.

All of them were the ones who had fought with Fang Yin several times on the battlefield last time. With their injuries so severe, if they continued to stay in the barracks, they would be cannon fodder.

If they return home, they will be a burden now that they are disabled.

Of course, some of them came to see their families, so Fang Yin still let them go.

Those who stayed behind were either forced to join the army by their families, who had almost severed all ties with them. Or they no longer had any family, or they thought that being in the General's Mansion offered them a job, where they could earn some money and have someone send it back home, which was better than returning home.

In short, it's all voluntary.

"Sister-in-law, don't look at them like this, but most of them are still skilled."

For example, if someone has a broken arm or is missing an eye, their kung fu will return after a period of adaptation.

As for the one with a broken leg, he can be kept as a doorman.

Qian Fengping was speechless for a long time, but still accepted the person.

She discussed it with her daughter and felt that these people needed to be raised before they could be used.

Fang Nanzhi took their pulses one by one and prescribed medicine.

These veterans were so moved that their eyes turned red.

They thought it was a great blessing to have the opportunity to do some work in the general's mansion.

They were lucky to have such a soft-hearted general. They hadn't expected the other masters in the mansion to be so kind-hearted as well.

The young lady personally took their pulses and treated their illnesses, and the lady also instructed the kitchen to prepare meat for them every day for several days.

There is no other way. My daughter said that these people need to be nourished, and taking medicine alone is not enough.

Although it seems uneconomical to hire guards, as they have to spend money and medicine, these are soldiers who have made contributions on the battlefield and protected the people.

Qian Fengping is still willing to treat them well as long as she is able.

What's more, these people will be yours in the future, which is equivalent to spending your own money on your own family, no loss at all!

Fang Tong no longer had time to care about these things. He went to report to the Sinong Temple early in the morning.

However, the government office was very busy, and no one would see his official post as a mere ninth-rank official for a while.

Fang Tong was not in a hurry and just sat on the bench quietly. After all, he was protected from the wind and sun in the house, and there was free tea to drink.

The most important thing is, there is an ice tray in this room, it is very cool.

As for Fang Nanzhi, she took her people out, and the carriage turned left and right until they finally found Changping Lane.

The alley entrance is quite narrow, and even a carriage cannot pass through here.

She could only leave the carriage to Yuan Bo and walked in with Anmei.

Soon after entering the alley, I heard the melodious sound of a piano. The sound was sometimes gentle, sometimes passionate, with a sense of solemnity.

Fang Nanzhi subconsciously walked in the direction of the piano sound and finally stopped at the door of a house.

Only after she finished listening to the piano did she feel emotional.

"As expected, there are many hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the capital!"

With such excellent qin skills, I wonder who the owner is? Unfortunately, she is new here and it is not appropriate to disturb her rashly.

"Let's go."

Fang Nanzhi raised her leg. She came to Changping Lane to visit Mr. Zheng, her good friend and future husband.

An Mei didn't move: "Miss, this seems to be the house on the address."

Just now the young lady was concentrating on the music of the piano, but she was actually paying attention to remembering the way.

The fourth house on the left side of Changping Lane is here.

"Ah?" Fang Nanzhi looked up and saw that the door plaque was not big, written in cursive script, with two big characters "Deng's House", which looked very free and easy.

The master and servant knocked on the door for a long time before a servant came to open the door.

Fang Nanzhi explained his purpose and gave the letter to the doorman.

"Please wait a moment. I'll go and inform the host." The doorman looked at her for a few seconds, closed the door again, and went into the yard.

Fang Nanzhi was not in a hurry, but the sun was a little strong, so she simply went to the big tree diagonally opposite the house to hide in the shade.

She looked up at the green fruits on the tree.

"It's a pity it's not autumn."

Otherwise she could have a taste.

Anmei smiled and said, "Miss, you want to eat some fruit. We can buy some on the way back. I heard there's a shop that sells plum wine..."

"Buy it!" Fang Nanzhi's eyes sparkled.

The only thing in the world that should not be missed is delicious food.

With a creak, the door of Deng's house was opened.

A man in a white robe, with bright eyes and bright eyebrows, but with a faint smell of alcohol on his body walked out.

He was only wearing clogs, and his whole demeanor was free and easy, cold, and uninhibited.

The most important thing is that he looks only about 28 or 29 years old, much younger than Mr. Zheng.

The man's gaze fell on Fang Nanzhi, with a look of measurement, scrutiny, and a hint of surprise.

Fang Nanzhi stepped forward and saluted with confidence.

"Greetings, Mr. Deng. I am Fang Nanzhi, a junior, and I have come to visit you in the name of my master."

"Well, I haven't seen you for many years. Has Mr. Zheng become an old man?"

Deng Ye raised his chin slightly, his tone a little unclear.

Fang Nanzhi frowned and his tone became a little tough.

“Time will leave its mark on a person, but as long as one lives freely and comfortably, he remains young.”

"My master's inner home is peaceful, his ambitions are firm, and his disciples are outstanding. Naturally, he grows younger with age. I wonder how Mr. Deng is doing? My master is deeply concerned."

Deng Ye heard the provocative tone in these words.

Unexpectedly, Brother Zheng has always been broad-minded and rarely argues with others. Instead, he accepted an apprentice who is sharp-tongued and unwilling to suffer any loss.

He smiled lightly: "Come in."

Fang Nanzhi followed him into Deng's house. The layout of the house was very unique. There was a lake in the center, a pavilion in the middle of the lake, and houses by the lake. There was not even a corridor.

She was led into a room. When the back window was opened, she could see the lake in the yard and even the various carp in the lake.

There was a wooden couch by the window, and on it was a piano that looked quite old.

No servants served tea. Deng Ye sat in the main seat and drank by himself.

"Brother Zheng said he wanted to recommend me a good candidate, but you seem unremarkable to me."