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

Qian Fengping did not delay and started making the cake immediately.

She still closed the doors and windows tightly and started beating the eggs. After doing it once, she became much more skilled.

But I still can’t help but feel sad. All the things I use are good things. What if I can’t sell them?

Fang Tong seemed to see through her thoughts and consoled her, "Don't worry, our cakes are delicious. I have a waiter I know well from a restaurant. I'll ask him to find the owner and he'll definitely sell them for a high price."

All these years of his idleness were not in vain.

Not only is he famous in the village, he also has connections with gangsters and waiters in the county.

"Okay, I know you are capable." Qian Fengping responded, always giving her man face.

If you really can’t sell it, you can take it back and feed it to the children.

Fang Tong's face turned red, and he felt a little embarrassed to be praised.

There was a weird atmosphere between the two adults. Qin Yan focused on adding fire to the stove and didn't get involved.

Fang Nanzhi was completely oblivious. The little girl was in charge of adding sugar. After she put it in the bowl, she secretly licked the spoon and squinted her eyes: How sweet~~

The whole family worked together to make two pots of cake.

As soon as it comes out of the pot, the sweet aroma goes straight into your nose and you can't resist it at all.

But this is for sale, Fang Nanzhi murmured: "It's for sale, I'm not greedy, slurp, I won't eat it."

The little hand wiped the drool, eyes glued to the cake, and comforted the second uncle who was also smelling the taste: "Second uncle, we won't eat it. You are injured and can't eat sweet things."

The second uncle, who had come with difficulty, leaning on a stick, pursed his lips and said, "Really?"

Seeing that the big and small ones were about to cry, Qian Fengping found it funny, but she still cut the cake into pieces. She cut one cake into eight pieces, a total of sixteen pieces. She took out one piece and divided it into five parts, giving each person a thin slice.

Even though it was a small amount, the little girl and Fang Yin's eyes lit up.

Fang Yin took it and laughed: "Sister-in-law is good, Zhizhi is bad!"

Then put it in your mouth, it is sweet, fragrant and soft, with an endless aftertaste.

Fang Nanzhi didn't care about being complained by her second uncle. She ate with great care, chewing slowly in small bites.

The other three people also had some and found it really delicious. They hope they can sell it out tomorrow.

That night, the family fell asleep with satisfaction.

The next day, Fang Tong got up before dawn.

Going to the county to sell cakes, of course, meant going early. But Qian Fengping was even earlier, having already baked big cakes for him.

"Be careful on the road and come back early." Qian Fengping helped him put the cake into a clean bamboo basket and covered it with a layer of cloth.

After all, it is a food business, so we have to pay attention to hygiene.

"Okay." Fang Tong agreed and also reminded: "It's still early, you should rest more and go up the mountain to pick chestnuts, or wait until I come back."

"I know my limits, don't worry." Qian Fengping smiled gently.

But he didn't agree directly. How can I push all the work to him?

Fang Tong knew her temper and thought about selling out quickly and coming back soon.

Just as he was about to leave the yard, he heard hurried footsteps.

Fang Nanzhi didn't know when she woke up. She put on the clothes with the least patches, ran out with her short legs, and grabbed the hem of her father's clothes.

"Dad, I want to go too!"

"How did you wake up?" Fang Tong was shocked. When he got up, his daughter was still sleeping soundly.

The little girl chuckled and twisted her body to act coquettishly: "Dad, I woke up early, let me go, didn't you say that all the disaster victims are gone?"

If I stay at home, I will have to learn to read with my second uncle.

Fang Tong was a little hesitant. Although the victims had been executed and Xiang had even gone to the capital, he had important business to attend to.

"Dad, I can help you. My brother taught me that brothers are close in war, and fathers and daughters are soldiers in selling goods." Fang Nanzhi continued.

Qin Yan, who was still sleeping: I didn’t teach you this.

"Okay." Facing his daughter's big eyes, Fang Tong has always had low principles.

Qian Fengping had already wrapped another multi-grain cake and took out a bamboo tube filled with hot milk.

"Eat on the way. If you come across a bullock cart, just sit on it. The child is young, so you can't walk for too long." She instructed.

"Yeah!" Fang Tong responded.

Fang Nanzhi got what she wanted and was very happy. She promised solemnly: "Aunt, please wait at home. I will go and make a lot of money for you."

The young little face was full of seriousness.

This made Qian Fengping laugh, and she was very polite: "Okay, Auntie will wait for you."

The father and daughter went out in the dark. At this time, the villagers had not yet gotten up.

Only after the two figures, one big and one small, completely disappeared did Qian Fengping close the door and go to rest.

For some reason, at this moment, she really felt like she had home again.

Fang Nanzhi was very excited to be able to go to the county town, and kept chattering all the way.

Fang Tong was afraid that his daughter would be too talkative and thirsty, so he would feed her milk from time to time.

After walking for an hour, the little girl was obviously unable to move her legs, but she didn't say anything. She comforted herself in her heart: We are almost there. There are candied haws, roasted persimmons, and meat buns in the county town...

Although her father may not be able to afford it, it’s still nice to take a look.

Fang Tong had seen it long ago and felt helpless, but he only had this one daughter, so how could he bear to see her suffer? So he carefully put the bamboo basket in a place and squatted down: "Come on, come up."

Fang Nanzhi's face lit up with a smile: "Daddy is so nice."

He picked up his daughter on his back, picked up the basket again, and continued on his way.

"Of course you should. If you encounter any problems, just look for Dad." Fang Tong didn't forget to say: "But my girl, you are a little heavier than last year. The important thing is, when life gets better, eat more. Being fat is a blessing."

Finally, when it was bright, we arrived at the gate of the county town.

The city gate had just been opened and many people were queuing to enter the city.

Fang Nanzhi slid down from her father's body, her big eyes filled with excitement as she looked at the city gate: "Qing'an County!"

"Huh?" Fang Tong looked up, but he couldn't read. "My daughter knows so many words now?"

"My brother told me. I've memorized the names of our village and county. They'll be useful if I get lost." The little girl puffed out her chest and said in a teaching tone, "Dad, you have to learn it too, or you won't be able to find your way home."

Fang Tong: ...

He has been walking this road from the village to the county since he was a teenager, sometimes making several trips back and forth a day. How could he not remember it?

However, he did not spoil his daughter's fun: "Okay, you can teach Dad later."

Fang Nanzhi became even more proud, her little face flushed red: "Dad, you have to call me master when you learn to read, you..."

Before he could finish his words, Fang Tong hit him on the head.

"Hey, do you still want to take advantage of your dad?" He was so angry that he laughed.

While the father and daughter were talking, it was already their turn.

The gatekeeper looked at the two of them in surprise. He had of course heard the conversation just now. This father and daughter were quite interesting.

"What are you doing in town?"

"I made some snacks and came to the city to give to my relatives." Fang Tong smiled ingratiatingly.

He was cautious and didn't mention doing business directly.

The yamen runner glanced at the simple bamboo basket, showing no interest. He waved his hand and said, "Okay, go in."

Fang Tong nodded and bowed to express his gratitude, then took his daughter inside.