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

"Why would I lie to you?" Fang Tong rolled his eyes.

"It's true, Uncle Xiaohu, when you go back later, don't be tough with them. Be cautious and use underhanded tactics to deal with them." Fang Nanzhi's face was full of seriousness.

It can be seen that she has inherited Fang Tong's true skills.

"Uh, okay."

Cheng Xiaohu was a little amused and helpless after being told this by the little girl.

When it comes to playing dirty tricks, he is definitely among the top three among Fang Tong's friends.

Cheng Xiaohu's parents are both honest people, or they are too cowardly.

But his grandfather, Old Man Cheng, was a capable man who worked diligently throughout his life and left a considerable fortune to his only son. There were six large brick and tile houses in the village, as well as 20 mu of paddy fields and 20 mu of dry land.

This property is definitely one of the best in the village.

But Mr. and Mrs. Cheng couldn't keep it. After the old man passed away, everyone in the village came to borrow money when something happened, especially the members of the Cheng family, who borrowed money the most.

The couple was too embarrassed to refuse, so they lent out most of their property, and the clan members had no intention of paying it back.

As a result, Cheng Xiaohu has been bullied in the village since he was a child.

When he was a child, he couldn't understand why those people plowed their fields and occupied their cattle, but still looked down on them?

Later, when he met his elder brother Fang, he finally understood.

Some people are ungrateful. If you want to deal with a wolf, you have to beat it to death or cripple it so that it will be afraid of you.

So the fourteen-year-old boy, with the help of Fang Tong, endured for a few months, collected evidence, and directly sued the clan to the government.

Nowadays, people attach great importance to clans, and believe that they all prosper together and suffer together. Therefore, Cheng Xiaohu became famous in one battle.

Fortunately, the county magistrate was honest and he mediated between the two parties, forcing the Cheng family to return all the property and land they had occupied. They also treated the borrowed property over the years as rent and paid a portion of the rent.

Although he got his things back, Chengjia could no longer stay in the village.

Cheng Xiaohu simply sold all the land in the village, bought a small courtyard in the county, and moved in with his parents.

"Brother Fang, why don't you come to my house for dinner? My parents always talk about you." Cheng Xiaohu was very enthusiastic.

"No, I have something else to do. I'll leave first." Fang Tong waved his hand and looked into the store again.

Fatty Song was mumbling something to his uncle, and he probably couldn't hold it in well.

"Be careful. If it doesn't work, call our brothers to put a sack on him." Fang Tong lowered his voice.

His fellow hooligans in the county town are the best at this.

But unless it is absolutely necessary, it is better not to use this method. After all, Cheng Xiaohu still has to stay in the restaurant.

Cheng Xiaohu's eyes darkened for a moment, but he quickly regained his honest look: "Don't worry, big brother, I know what's going on."

What’s the point!

If he hadn't stopped him, this kid would have killed his tribesmen.

Fang Tong was disgusted and thought to himself that he should come and see this little brother more often, after all, he was the youngest.

"Okay, let's go."

Fang Tong didn't waste any more time and took his daughter away.

The father and daughter turned a corner and walked away, arriving at a busy street.

It's noon now, and my daughter's stomach has rumbled twice. I ate the pancakes I brought with me on the way here, but they didn't satisfy my hunger at all.

Fang Nanzhi's eyes fell on the stall selling shredded pork noodles.

The white dough was pulled in the stall owner's hands, and after a few rounds, it became distinct noodles. The water in the pot was just boiling.

The stall owner put the noodles in, flipped it twice with chopsticks, and half-covered the pot.

Soon, the noodles were cooked. They were all taken out and a spoonful of noodle soup was added. Then a spoonful of shredded meat was scooped out from the earthenware jar next to it and directly covered on the noodles.

The fresh and fragrant shredded pork noodles would be perfect, but unfortunately due to the famine, there are few vegetables in the city, otherwise, adding a few chopsticks of vegetables would make it perfect.

The waiter placed the noodles on a tray, added a plate of garlic, and served it to the customer.

Fang Nanzhi's eyes almost followed the bowl of noodles. Suddenly, a big hand covered her eyes and straightened her little neck.

"My daughter, my eyes are red when I look at you again."

Fang Tong was a little helpless: "Didn't you just eat meat before?"

Although he said this, his hands were honest and he had already touched the wallet.

Before leaving, Qian Fengping gave him some copper coins, and also left him ten yuan at Juxianglou to settle the bill.

It’s not impossible to eat a bowl of noodles~~but we still need to stock up on food at home.

"Dad, I'm not greedy, so I can eat steamed buns. But I think it will taste better if I buy steamed buns and eat them here." Fang Nanzhi is not a three-year-old child. She is already seven years old, so of course she won't act silly.

Smelling the aroma of meat, Fang Tong felt that his daughter was right: "Okay!"

However, I still kept this in mind and decided to give her daughter enough shredded pork noodles sooner or later!

A few steps forward, the father and daughter saw a stall selling steamed buns.

"A steamed bun is two cents, and a meat dumpling is four cents. Which one would you like, sir?" the stall owner asked cheerfully.

Two pennies?

Fang Tong felt a pain in his heart again. Wasn’t it one penny each before?

However, thinking about the famine, and the fact that his cakes made a lot of money, he reluctantly accepted it.

"I want two steamed buns." He said, covering his chest.

"Okay!" The stall owner was very quick.

Fang Tong took off his shoes in public, and a sour smell spread. Then he picked out four cents from the soles of his shoes.

Stall owner:......

I hesitated for a moment, wondering whether I should answer it.

The main thing is that you should at least stay away from people so that he can't see you and won't feel uncomfortable.

In the end, the stall owner took it with a frown, put it in his pocket, and immediately went to wash his hands.

Fang Nanzhi also disliked her father a little bit, he was not elegant at all.

She quickly took the steamed bun and gave one to her father.

She also muttered, "Dad, you can't do this. It's too dirty. You're already married. If Auntie finds out, she'll abandon you."

The little girl had heard from others that married men had to be clean before they would be interested in a wife.

"Okay, got it. Dad will change it. But don't tell anyone about this when you get back." Fang Tong felt a little embarrassed for once.

We just got married, who doesn’t want to maintain their image?

The father and daughter left, and the stall owner, who had just washed his hands, looked confused.

Did he hear correctly? He already has a wife, yet he's still hooking up with his child's aunt? This, this, no one is going to stop it?

Forget it, he is just a steamed bun seller, there is nothing he can do.

The father and daughter had no idea what the stall owner was thinking; they were already squatting on the street.

It’s right across from the shredded pork noodles. You know what, when you smell the aroma and bite the steamed buns, it feels like the steamed buns also taste like meat.

After the adults and one child had their fill, they took a detour back to the main street.

The cakes I brought today haven’t been sold out yet, so I have to try again.

This time, Fang Tong's target was the teahouse.

The demand for dim sum in teahouses is actually higher than that in restaurants.

Because teahouses usually invite storytellers, people who come to listen are happy to order a pot of tea and some snacks such as sunflower seeds to enjoy the show.

After a while, they arrived at Qingfeng Tower.

The shopkeeper, dressed in a grey robe, was counting the accounts behind the counter, the abacus making a clacking sound.

Fang Nanzhi noticed it as soon as she came in. She was not shy at all and trotted to the counter. She held onto the counter with both hands, leaving only her watery eyes exposed as she looked curiously.