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

Chapter 954 Enjoying the Snow 2

Fang Nanzhi didn't shy away from the fact that, like her father, she had come a long way through hardships, but she had made it through step by step. That was amazing, so why couldn't she talk about it?

Speaking of the famine years, when the villagers ate bran and wild vegetables, she still had milk to drink, and she swallowed hard.

Then there's Qin Yan, who broke his leg and couldn't stand up, was rejected by his fiancé, bullied by his clan, and looked down upon by his classmates, but later turned his life around step by step through his own efforts.

Perhaps it was thanks to the blessings of my ancestors, but my leg took a turn for the better and gradually improved.

Well, regarding this matter, the family initially planned to ask Mr. Zhou to take the blame, but this matter was not investigated.

A simple investigation would reveal that Qin Yan's leg was not cured by Old Zhou.

They could only come up with other excuses to evade the issue.

Qin Yan passed the imperial examinations, entered the Imperial Academy, and established his own family genealogy, eventually gaining entry into the Imperial Academy.

Xie Lang and the others were stunned.

This experience was incredibly eventful.

Despite all these experiences, Qin Yan has not changed his nature and still cares deeply for the people, which is truly commendable.

If it were someone else, at their lowest point, being bullied by their clansmen and looked down upon by the villagers, they would hate heaven, earth, and everyone.

"If I have the chance, I would like to pay a visit to your brother."

Cui Shicheng said sincerely.

Who wouldn't want to befriend someone capable?

Fang Nanzhi generously stated that she would definitely invite him to the family banquet and introduce him to her brother.

Xie Lang then said, "So you two brothers were both mentored by Mr. Zheng?"

"No, my brother probably studied with his biological father when he was young. Later, he entered an academy, where there were many more teachers."

"I became a disciple of Mr. Zheng, who gave me my first teachings. Now I am also being taught by Mr. Deng. In the future, I am sure that great teachers will produce great students."

Fang Nanzhi was full of confidence.

Mr. Deng chuckled: "You've made such a grand statement, what will you do if you can't deliver on it?"

Let's just pretend we never said that!

No one makes a promise they've already made.

But Fang Nanzhi couldn't say for sure. She smiled apologetically and said, "No, even if I'm rotten wood, with Mr. Deng here, he can carve and polish me into something useful."

Mr. Deng sneered: "You're so glib, you sure know how to flatter me."

If he doesn't achieve anything in the future, won't others say that he's incompetent?

The master and apprentice were arguing.

The boys were amazed.

When they were just beginning their education, they were taken in by renowned Confucian scholars.

Whether within their own clan or outside the world, everyone who mentions them calls them geniuses.

Therefore, they are also arrogant.

But during this time, I was hit hard by a little girl.

He reluctantly accepted it because he thought that if Fang Nanzhi became Mr. Deng's apprentice, she would be considered one of them.

Who knew, another one, Qin Yan, would appear.

He experienced many hardships and, although he received guidance from many teachers, he lacked a great Confucian scholar as his mentor. He relied more on his own intelligence and understanding.

No wonder people always say there are always people better than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding.

"Speaking of which, your brother's experience is somewhat like the saying, 'Heaven will entrust a great mission to this person, and will first test his will and resolve'..."

Yang Minghui was fifteen years old, which made him one of the older boys in the group.

Her face is very round, which makes her easy to like.

"That's not all. Don't forget General Fang, who was also mentally challenged since childhood and ridiculed for twenty years before turning his life around and becoming a great general."

Xie Lang continued the conversation.

From this perspective, the Fang family members are all quite legendary.

In fact, Fang Nanzhi, a peasant girl, was incredibly lucky to be able to become Zhou Lao's apprentice and learn to read and write.

Tens of millions of farm boys might not have such luck, let alone farm girls.

In farming families, who wouldn't send their son to school if they had the money?

"I know that in the Five Elements and Feng Shui, there is a term called 'Qi Field.' When the Qi Fields are in harmony, one will have great fortune."

Song Zhaolin said mysteriously, "I suspect that after Lord Fang married into your family, your family's energy became compatible."

"Do you have the birth dates and times of Lord Fang and Madam Qian? I can give you a free fortune telling."

Song Zhaolin encouraged him.

Mr. Deng looked at him with a smile: "Young Master Song is also interested in divination? When I see your uncle later, I'll have to have a good talk with him."

The excitement on Song Zhaolin's face immediately vanished.

“Mr. Deng, the student was just joking, don’t take it seriously.”

The boys smirked.

Fang Nanzhi also gloated.

Song Zhaolin was the only son of the second branch of the Song family. His biological father worked in a local government office, and his mother followed him there.

Song Zhaolin was left behind and was initially raised by Old Master Song.

Grandpa Song was fond of Taoism and often talked about the Book of Changes with his grandson. Over time, Song Zhaolin also picked up that influence and started speaking with that flavor.

When Uncle Song realized what was happening, he was furious and managed to snatch his nephew back from the old man.

He also took his nephew to study under a famous teacher, hoping that he could reform his ways.

For this reason, Uncle Song privately restricted the old man from seeing his grandson.

Old Master Song dared not speak out against his anger. He had long ago handed over the management of the household to his eldest son, and now he was just an old man enjoying his retirement.

Uncle Song became firm, and he couldn't persuade him otherwise.

Of course, the main reason was that Grandpa Song felt guilty. He liked Taoism, he admired it, but he also had a grandson who said he wanted to become a Taoist priest when he was five years old.

Even Old Master Song was frightened. If this wasn't corrected, he would be too ashamed to face his second son and his wife.

Song Zhaolin blushed as he was laughed at, and subconsciously looked at the only expressionless Crown Prince.

"Your Highness, do you not believe in Taoism?"

Mr. Deng frowned slightly, thinking that this young man was too bold to ask such a question, but he did not interrupt him.

"letter."

Qing Yan spoke.

Before Song Zhaolin could express his joy, he continued, "I also believe in the words of the military strategists, legalists, Confucians, Mohists... I believe in all the words of the various schools of thought, as long as they are reasonable and substantial."

Song Zhaolin seemed to be deep in thought.

Cui Shicheng glanced at the Crown Prince discreetly, then lowered his head.

He felt that His Highness's ambitions were even greater than those of the current Emperor.

Only Fang Nanzhi nodded: "That's right, that's right. 'Among three people walking together, there must be one who can teach me.' The words of the sages are worth learning, but we must also have our own thoughts."

Mr. Deng made a pointed remark: "Be careful not to be too confident, lest one day you become arrogant and ignorant."

"No, with my husband constantly reminding me, I will correct my mistakes."

Fang Nanzhi flattered him again.

But Mr. Deng wasn't saying this to her.

After resting for a while, the group continued their climb.

Another hour passed before they reached the summit.

Since they came to enjoy the snow, the young men were well-prepared—cough cough, mainly because the servants brought a lot of things.

First, they cleared out a space, laid out a layer of oilcloth, placed a cotton pad on top of the oilcloth, and then a wool blanket on top of the cotton pad.

Fang Nanzhi was stunned and touched the wool blanket.

"This was also bought by the shop that Lord Fang runs. It's a newly released blanket, and it's quite expensive. This one costs fifty taels. The key is that there aren't many of them. It took a lot of effort for the servants in the family to order one."

Cui Shicheng explained.

Fang Nanzhi swallowed.

"Fifty taels?"

Fifty taels to buy a blanket, and instead of treasuring it, you use it to pitch a camp?

The scions of powerful and influential families are indeed incredibly wealthy.

Fang Nanzhi was very envious. She had never seen this before. It was probably invented by a female worker in the textile industry.