Fang Zheng winked at Feng Qing, Feng Qing's mind flashed, she raised her hand and promised Fang Jiang: "Mom, I will be good to my husband."

Fang Jiang's mind is very confused now, "But Sanlang, if you marry the eldest daughter of the Feng family and you continue to go to school in the future, he will always take care of you."

Maybe when Sanlang County takes the prefecture exam in the future, County Magistrate Feng can still give Sanlang more attention to his own daughter.

Fang Zheng smiled bitterly, "Mom, my son's body is not as good as a county exam, he can't hold on even if he reads a book for a while."

"Another," Fang Zheng paused and said, "Mom, the imperial examination is to select capable people. The court has always attached great importance to it. It is not something that County Chief Feng can see."

The implication is that County Magistrate Feng cannot help him.

Besides, he looked down on County Chief Feng at all.

"Hey!" Fang Jiang sighed heavily, and was puzzled for a moment. She tilted her head and asked the old man Fang beside her, "Old man, what do you think?"

Old Man Fang took a deep breath of dry tobacco, "Just do it."

The person has married and has slept with his son. What can he do if he can go back?

As the center of the topic, Feng Qing did not interfere with anything except just a promise.

She actually wanted to sigh too.

What a worrying situation now!

My mother's family is not reliable and my husband's family is not favored. How can I live the next life?

Feng Qing fell into self-pity and suddenly felt touched by someone's arm. He suddenly came back to his senses. Except for Fang Zheng beside him, everyone else in the main hall had already been exposed.

"Mom is actually just a knife-like mouth and a slander. Don't care, in the future." Speaking of this, Fang Zheng glanced over Feng Qing's face and said softly: "Even if you are Heli in the future, I will not let your reputation be dirty."

"Thank you." Thousands of words are summed up in two words.

It is already a great kindness that the Ren Fang family can provide her with temporary shelter from wind and rain.

If Feng Qing was a little reluctant when making breakfast, he was full of heart and just wanted to repay the Fang family.

Therefore, when she appeared in front of Fang Jiang, she smiled sincerely and was diligent. She took the hay from Fang Jiang's hand and smiled and said, "Mom, I'll do it, you'll watch from the side. If I don't do it well, you can beat me and scold me."

Fang Jiang was startled by Feng Qing's passionate appearance, and then saw the hay scattered by Feng Qing's feet and put on his hips, "What the hell are you going to do? Look at the sprinkled on the ground, pick it up for me quickly. It's really useless!"

People who grow the food in the Fang family don’t have enough food, so they will not be willing to feed the pigs wherever they want. The hay is dried by pig grass made in summer, and then cut it into small pieces in winter, put it in a pot and cook it, and give it to the pigs when it is cold.

After the pig grass grows again next year, there will be several months left, Fang Jiang is reluctant to throw away any hay.

Feng Qing hurriedly picked up the hay and looked at the slightly blunt knife like a guillotine placed beside her, and she felt a little embarrassed.

"Mom, go and rest. Just do it here. Please give her a chance."

Fang Jiang's face turned into a heartless look without any change in an instant, and her Sanlang was filial.

"Then mom, go to the house to clean up first. You can sit at the door, it's warm there." Fang Jiang pointed at the door of the main hall.

"Well, I'll go now."

Only then did Fang Jiang leave with confidence.

Looking at Fang Jiang's obviously relaxed back, Feng Qing quietly gave Fang Zheng a thumbs up.

If Fang Zheng was placed in later generations, he would definitely be the one that his mother-in-law liked the most.

After touching his nose, Fang Zheng coughed lightly and whispered: "How to chop pig grass, I'll teach you."

Half an hour later, Feng Qing finally learned the second new skill of chopping pig grass and cooking pig food in ancient times.

The Fang family has three pigs in total, two are big and one is small, and the one is big is a male and a female. Fang Jiang family plans to keep the sow and piglets, and they can be killed during the Chinese New Year.

The pig-killing banquet is the most anticipated thing for the New Year in each village.

Feng Qing endured the odor from the pigpen and the chicken pen next door, and scooped the pig food into the pig food trough one spoonful after another, feeling full of accomplishment.

When she smiled, there were two dimples faintly on the corner of her mouth, which made her originally not-so-good look a little more cute.

Fang Zheng calmly withdrew his gaze and turned away, his voice still gentle, "Come and take a break after feeding."

Although there is basically no work to do in the fields in winter, Old Man Fang and Fang Dalang would go out for half a day every day to make the fields fat. Occasionally, they would go around the mountains behind the village, and maybe they could even beat pheasants and catch rabbits.

Of course, there are not many times like this.

Today is as usual. Old Man Fang and his son went out after breakfast. Zhou Xiaohua was doing things neatly. When Feng Qing chopped pig grass, she quickly finished brushing the bowl and fed the chickens again.

By the time Feng Qing washed the pig food bowl and walked back, Zhou Xiaohua was already walking on the threshold to repair her clothes.

Seeing the needle and thread in Zhou Xiaohua's hand, Feng Qing's eyes lit up. She walked over quickly, "Sister-in-law, I'll help you make up for it."

In a strange place, what else makes her feel more intimate than seeing needles and threads?

Zhou Xiaohua was stunned for a moment, feeling a little embarrassed, "No, no, Wen Hao's child is so sturdy and has enough clothes. I've made up for several times."
Chapter completed!