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

Fang Tongwu was not used to it. The usually casual man now became serious. "Don't worry, elders. I'm making this clear today. I will never make my wife angry. I will definitely live a good life with her."

Beside her, Fang Nanzhi, a smart little girl, nodded. Her father always had a lot of clever ideas, so he must be good at coaxing people!

As soon as these words were spoken, Qin Widow Qian Fengping couldn't help but blush.

He hasn't even gotten married yet, and there are so many people around, but he's already called his wife first!

Old Master Fang didn't pay any attention to the two of them. He was very concerned about the betrothal gift!

Fearing that the betrothal gift would be gone, he turned to look at Qin Yan and said bluntly: "Qin boy, this betrothal gift...look at it?"

The straightforward success diverted everyone's attention.

No, it’s fine that Fang Tong is shameless, but why is it that Grandpa Fang, as the father, is not ashamed to say the word "bride price"?

Qin Yan was also unequivocal. He reached behind his back with his slender five fingers and picked up a gray cloth bag. He didn't give it to Old Man Fang, but instead handed it to Old Third Fang who was standing on the other side. "Dowry."

Fang Tong took it, the bag in his hand was quite heavy.

Qin Yan said slowly, "Elders, we are in a state of famine right now, so we won't hold a wedding banquet at home. Uncle Fang will just move in. We can discuss the wedding banquet later when times get better."

"It's what it should be." The village chief nodded.

The others also expressed their understanding.

"That's right. Every family is having a hard time these days." Fang Tong regained his heartless demeanor and forced a change of subject. "Fortunately, my family gave me a little dowry for my married son, including an acre of paddy field. Since you're here, Village Chief, please remember to get the transfer paperwork done for me."

Old Master Fang's face darkened.

Isn't it just to guard against him that we are deliberately transferring the ownership at this time?

"Wait a minute, paddy fields?" Mr. Fang Jiu looked at Mr. Fang with a dissatisfied look on his face.

No matter what, that is the land of the Fang family. How can we not discuss it with him in advance?

Jiu Ye was dissatisfied and wanted to argue about this matter for a while longer. Fang Jin was getting impatient. The money was right in front of him and he could get it soon. He couldn't allow any more trouble to happen.

"Master Jiu, the third son has had a hard time these past few years. Now that he's married into the family, his family feels sorry for him. So, they're giving him a piece of land." Fang Jin squeezed out of the crowd and said, "Thank you, Village Chief, for transferring the land to the third son today."

Everyone was a little confused.

Dividing the land is not a good thing. Looking at Fang Jin's expression, he is even more anxious than Fang Laosan, who got the land.

Mr. Fang Jiu had a puzzled look on his face. He was somewhat dissatisfied with the decision, but since Fang Jin, a scholar, had spoken out, he couldn't say anything more.

Since no one objected, the village chief naturally signed and stamped the land transfer documents quickly, and then waited for the government office to stamp them before it was considered complete.

The matter was resolved. Qian Fengping held a simple wooden tray with several bowls of hot water on it. She looked grateful and said, "All the elders have worked hard. Come, drink some water to moisten your throat."

The hot water had cooled down, and a few people drank the water, gave a few symbolic instructions as elders, and then left one after another.

After seeing off the clan elders and the village chief, Mr. Fang showed no intention of leaving.

Old Master Fang deliberately walked up to Fang Tong and coughed twice, indicating the silver in his arms with his eyes.

This is asking for money.

Fang Tong drank a sip of water slowly and said, "Don't worry, Dad. I'll talk about other things when I get home. I still have to go back to pack my luggage."

Mr. Fang's expression changed and he looked a little unhappy.

Uncle Fang hurriedly grabbed his hand and shook his head, "Dad, let's go home first."

The elders had just left a short distance, and they were still at the Qin family, with both mother and son at home. It would be really embarrassing if they started a fight with Fang Tong in front of them.

So, Mr. Fang slowed down his voice and tried to look kind, "Okay, San'er, you have a lot of stuff, let's go home and pack it up as soon as possible."

Although Qian Fengping felt a little strange, she didn't think too much about it. She stood up and said, "Then I'll go find you a few baskets so that you can carry them back more easily."

After saying that, he got up and left, and came back a few times with several baskets of different sizes stacked together.

"Take a look and take whichever is more convenient."

The baskets are big and small, made of tree branches. It can be seen that the craftsmanship is good, and each one is sturdy. The largest one is as tall as Fang Tong, and the smallest one is a head taller than Fang Nanzhi.

Fang Tong picked up a big one and put it on his back.

Fang Nanzhi picked up the smallest basket and followed behind him. The little man was carrying the big basket and was staggering as he walked.

Very cute.

On the way back, Mr. Fang and Fang Jin walked very fast because they were in a hurry to get the silver.

So, the two people in front got home, and when they looked back, they saw the father and daughter still grinning from afar!

The two of them stood guard at the door regardless of the hot weather. Fang Tong and his daughter had just entered when the wooden door behind them closed with a "bang".

A hand was extended in front of him.

"Give me the silver!" Mr. Fang didn't even say a word of courtesy and couldn't wait to get straight to the point.

Fang Tong had no intention of giving the money. He walked around him and went into his own room. "Dad, we need to figure out how to divide this money."

"What's the point of dividing the silver? Didn't we agree to give all ten taels to the family?" Old Master Fang frowned, "I'm telling you, don't even think about taking this silver!"

There was no response from the house.

After a while, Fang Tong came out of the house with a thin piece of paper in his hand.

He held the document between his fingers and waved it in front of Old Man Fang. "Dad, look carefully. Back then, my family didn't have the money to pay the bride price for me to marry, but we signed the document and promised to make up for it when we have money in the future!"

"When my eldest brother married his wife, he gave her a betrothal gift of ten taels. Dad has always been fair, so the betrothal gift for Zhizhi's mother should be the same, don't you think?"

"I'll give you the receipt today, and the silver will be mine. It's just enough to cover the ten taels of betrothal gift."

Old Master Fang's rage shot straight to his head, and he immediately grabbed his clothes, "Rebellious son, rebellious son! What do you mean, do you want to take it all for yourself?"

"That's not my son's intention." Fang Tong sneered, then lost his temper. He broke free and asked loudly, "I want to ask what you mean, Dad? Are you not going to give me the money I used to get married?!"

"You'll marry me at any price you give your elder brother, but you won't pay me a cent. You're just biased!"

This brought back some not-so-nice memories.

Fang Jin's face also looked a little bad, but he suppressed his anger and tried to persuade him, "Third brother, this is all old news. Your wife has been gone for so long, and she didn't care about it before."

"What's wrong with the past? Can we just let it go? It wasn't you who suffered the loss, so of course you should be magnanimous!" Fang Tong didn't give him any face. "We signed a written agreement back then. Everyone in the clan knew about it at the time. Why don't we go and ask together?"