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

After the family was excited, Fang Tong went to heat up the food that had been prepared long ago.

After dinner, I started making the cake.

Fang Tong took over the job of beating eggs, which was a very tiring job.

Qin Yan made a fire and cooked one pot at a time. It was time-consuming.

"Tomorrow, I'll make a few more grates and stack them all up. Then I'll be able to make seven large pots at once."

Fang Nanzhi squatted beside him and nodded repeatedly: "Brother is smart. I saw the uncle selling steamed buns in the county town do the same thing."

Fang Tong and his wife had no objection.

Otherwise, I would have to stay up until late at night to make seven pots, and there would still be a lot of work to do during the day.

It’s too late tonight. Fang Nanzhi felt drowsy during the second pot and stopped eating sugar secretly. She almost fell into the washbasin.

Fortunately, Qian Fengping hugged her and took the little girl back to the house to sleep.

Then Qin Yan was also driven away. A teenager is still growing and it’s not good to stay up late all the time.

It was a couple who worked until midnight to finish everything.

Fang Tong's right arm was numb from exhaustion, and he felt like it would become crippled if he did it a few more times.

He wanted a laborer to do the work.

After returning to the room, his eyes stayed on his second brother for a long time. Fang Yin was snoring in his sleep and was unaware of the danger.

In the end, conscience prevailed and Fang Tong withdrew his gaze.

Thinking about the money he earned from fifty cakes, Fang Tong regained some motivation.

After sleeping for two hours, Fang Tong got up.

Qian Fengping also yawned. She worked in the crudely built woodshed in the backyard for a while and pushed out a tattered cart.

Fang Tong was surprised. There was such a thing at home?

"It was left by the child's grandparents, but was never used and was piled in the corner of the woodshed," Qian Fengping explained.

Then go make a fire and boil water.

This wooden cart hasn't been used for a long time and there's a layer of dust on it. It needs to be cleaned.

After all, it is food delivery, and it would not look good if it is too dirty.

Fang Tong hurriedly took over the work from her and wiped it himself.

After thinking about it, I understood. Qin Yan's father is a scholar. Which scholar would push a cart?

Later, Qin Yan went hunting for a living, so it was no longer needed.

He carefully checked the wheel and found it was still usable, so there was no problem.

After a while, the two men put the cakes into three baskets and loaded them onto the cart. To prevent them from falling, they added baffles in front and behind the cart.

Qian Fengping even tore off a piece of clean old clothes to cover the basket to prevent dust from gathering.

Finally, Fang Tong put a bag of roasted chestnuts, a bamboo tube of milk, and whole grain steamed buns in his pocket and set off.

The road was long and he was tired just walking, so pushing the cart made him walk even slower.

After two and a half hours of waiting in the county town, it was already dawn.

At this moment, Fang Nanzhi climbed up from the kang and looked out the window with sleepy eyes.

Not far away, in a thatched hut.

The cows mooed, and Fang Nanzhi woke up completely. He put on his clothes and ran out, taking grass to feed the cows.

Qian Fengping cuts this grass every day when she goes up the mountain. It remains quite fresh after a day or two.

But after a long time, the cows no longer like to eat it and become very picky.

The cow lowered its head to eat. Fang Nanzhi touched its head and then became distracted.

The stall owner of the shredded pork noodles yesterday advertised that they used fatty pork.

She had eaten pork and also drank the mutton soup her father made. Although it was only once, it was very delicious.

But I haven’t eaten beef yet, so I don’t know if it tastes good.

Fang Nanzhi looked at the cow and swallowed.

The cow knew nothing about it. It looked up at its little master, snorted, and continued to eat grass.

When Qian Fengping came out, she saw the little girl drooling just by watching the cows eating grass. Why, is she greedy for grass too?

"Zhizhi, breakfast is ready! Come here quickly!"

After she finished greeting them, she went back to the kitchen and prepared to make a steamed egg for the little girl so that she wouldn't be too greedy.

"I'm here, aunt." Fang Nanzhi responded excitedly and ran over.

The breakfast was not very rich, but it had milk and steamed eggs, which was really good.

During the famine years, I’m afraid even the village chief’s family couldn’t eat so well.

The little girl was very sensible. She insisted on sharing the steamed egg equally among the four of them. Each person only had one or two bites, but they were all very satisfied.

After dinner, Qian Fengping went up the mountain.

Fang Nanzhi took the small backpack and was about to follow behind her, but Qin Yan grabbed her collar from behind.

"Zhizhi, you didn't recognize a word yesterday."

"Brother, I will learn as soon as I come back from the mountain," Fang Nanzhi promised, but the force behind her did not decrease at all. She sighed and said to the little adult: "Brother, be sensible. I will go pick chestnuts for you to eat. This is a serious matter."

The tone made it seem as if Qin Yan was the one being unreasonable.

The young man was so angry that he laughed. He pulled the little girl back with force and hit her head.

"Don't be disrespectful."

Then he said, "Mom is going up the mountain, and my brother has difficulty walking. What about Uncle Er's medicine? Oh, Zhizhi, do you not want to play with your brother anymore?"

Fang Nanzhi covered her forehead and saw the sadness on her brother's face. She didn't even care to cry out in pain, and hurriedly comforted him: "No, I love you the most."

Seeing that her son had successfully fooled Zhizhi, Qian Fengping left with peace of mind.

In other families, seven-year-old girls have to work, dig wild vegetables, wash clothes, and some even have to cook.

But Qian Fengping didn't think so. She had finally gotten a daughter and she had to raise her well.

When the little girl first came, she was thin and short, but her face was fair and her eyes were bright. She has only gained a little weight recently.

She thought that she had to fatten Zhizhi up a little more.

The same goes for her son. All her children are chubby, which makes them look blessed.

When Qian Fengping reached the mountain, many people had already arrived, and the diligent families had already filled half a bag with chestnuts.

She found a nearby chestnut tree and got busy.

There were two women from different families under the tree, who were working and whispering to each other, glancing at her from time to time.

Qian Fengping didn't care and thought about cooking more as she had to go home to cook at noon.

But she ignored them, and the two women kept making faces at each other for a long time and couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Sister Qian, I heard that your husband Fang Tong goes out to hang out every day. Don't you want to feed them? Are you planning to divorce him?" Hu Cuihua was the first to speak.

Hu Cuihua is the only daughter of the Hu family. The old couple of the Hu family are old, so they directly arranged for her to marry into the family.

Even though they are marrying into the family, the Hu family is kind and treats their son-in-law well.

The couple lived a happy life.

"You can't do that. The third brother is a little bit frivolous. Zhizhi is still young. Besides, you have been a widow for many years and finally have a home. You can't do anything stupid." Another aunt also advised earnestly.

Qian Fengping was stunned. What is going on?

Before she could ask, Hu Cuihua spoke again: "Fang Tong is lazy, greedy, and treacherous, but he's not a bad person. You just got married, so you should tolerate each other, right?"

Good guy, he is cunning, lazy, and treacherous, how can he not be a bad person?

"In my opinion, our village should go to the Zhou family. Manager Zhou is still recruiting temporary workers in the village. You can let the third child go too. He can earn some money and keep him from fooling around."

The two sang the same tune, and Qian Fengping was confused: "Sister Hu, what are you talking about? When did I divorce my husband?"