Following the little fish's finger, Fang Yan indeed saw Fang Jie limping towards them.
Both of his feet were injured, so he walked very slowly.
Her heart skipped a beat. She dropped what she was doing, grabbed Xiaoyuzai's hand, and rushed over to him. "Brother, what's wrong?"
As they got closer, Fang Yan quickly went to help Fang Jie.
Little Fish also reached out and took Fang Jie's other hand, saying, "Uncle, let me help you."
Despite his foot injury, Fang Jie walked all the way to the county town, almost fainting from the pain. Seeing how concerned his sister and nephew were about him, he felt a surge of warmth in his heart. "Thank you," he said.
He wasn't used to speaking in such formal language; it took him a little while to adjust.
"You're welcome," Little Fish replied, sounding quite bothered.
Fang Jie thought his little nephew was much cuter than before. He smiled at him before turning to Fang Yan and saying, "Yan Yan, I don't know who told Grandma that Wuji was arrested because of you, and she also found out that you're making money selling braised food in the county town."
Oh dear, is this trouble coming our way?
Fang Yan thought to herself, then raised an eyebrow at Fang Jie, "So?"
"She wants you to go back," Fang Jie said, revealing the purpose of his trip.
Since arriving in the present, after experiencing the life-or-death ordeal during the Mid-Autumn Festival, Fang Yan had taken the time to return to her parents' home once.
However, that period was the busy time of the autumn harvest, and Zhu Xiuhua and Fang Jie were both in the fields, and I heard that they would not return until seven or eight o'clock in the evening.
Fang Yan didn't see them that time.
However, I did see the old matriarch of the Fang family, who favored the first wife and abused the second wife.
These days, nine out of ten old women in the countryside are dark-skinned and thin.
Even though there were two or three slightly overweight people, their skin was still dark because they often worked in the fields.
There was only Old Mrs. Fang, who was fat and fair-skinned, but whose face was full of meanness.
Fang Yan was really ruthless; when she went there, she had clearly prepared a lot of braised food and pork.
Because Zhu Xiuhua and Fang Jie were not home, but Grandma Fang and Fang Baishuang's parents were.
After not seeing her for several years, the first thing these three nominal elders did upon seeing her was to look at her hands.
Seeing that her hands were empty, the three men's expressions immediately changed. "Why are you going back to your parents' home without bringing anything? Get out! Don't come back if you don't bring anything with you."
The old lady said those words.
Yeah, I've seen shameless people before, but this is the first time I've seen someone this shameless.
Fang Yan immediately retorted, "Besides my mother and my brother, nothing else in this family, not even my shit!"
Return the items!
Just considering what Fang Yaojin and Fang Baishuang did to her, she almost destroyed the Fang family.
Fang Yan only held back because of Zhu Xiuhua and Fang Jie.
“Tell my mom and brother that I came here today, and tell them to go to Gouzi Village to find me when they have time.”
Zhu Xiuhua was weak-willed. Because she had no money, Fang Jie was constantly controlled and manipulated by Old Madam Fang. If the pork she brought had been left behind, it would have all ended up in the stomachs of Old Madam Fang and the eldest son and daughter-in-law of the Fang family.
Zhu Xiuhua and Fang Jie couldn't possibly get a bite.
Rather than letting Old Lady Fang and her family benefit, it's better to feed them to the dogs.
So Fang Yan brought back everything she had taken with her.
He had thought that since he had left a message, even if Zhu Xiuhua couldn't come, Fang Jie would probably take advantage of the lunch break to come to Gouzi Village.
Unexpectedly, since the last time, neither Zhu Xiuhua nor Fang Jie has come to see her.
Fang Yan's braised food stall is always bustling with activity.
Later, she developed a new product called pork jerky, which made her even busier.
She could no longer find the time to go back to her parents' home.
"Brother, I'm about..." Fang Yan said, "Grandma and Uncle, didn't they tell you and Mom?"
"You went back?" Fang Jie sat down on a small stool in front of the stall, supported by Fang Yan. He had been gritting his teeth and enduring the pain all the way, and finally dared to breathe a sigh of relief. "No one told me. My mother and I were busy harvesting more than ten acres of rice. After the rice is dried, we'll probably have to dig up sweet potatoes to make rice flour."
Fang Yan knew nothing about farming.
However, on one occasion, in order to shoot a beautiful, ancient-style, pastoral video, she spent three months in the countryside in the south.
I know that even in winter, there is still a lot of work to be done in the fields in the south.
Throughout the year, the only time that is slightly easier is the period close to the Chinese New Year and the time from when the rice seedlings are being raised for the following year.
In other words, Zhu Xiuhua and Fang Jie were constantly busy at the Fang family's house, from the beginning to the end of the year, and then back to the beginning of the year again, without any rest.
Fang Yan felt sorry for their sacrifices, but it wasn't the right time to talk about it.
She looked down at Fang Jie's feet. "Brother, what happened to your feet?"
"It's nothing." Seeing Fang Yan staring at his feet, Fang Jie instinctively tried to hide them.
But with legs that long, where could he possibly hide?
Fang Yan squatted down, lifted her trouser leg, and saw that there were several wounds of various sizes on her right foot, all of which were festering.
Looking at the left foot, there was only one wound, which looked like it was caused by a sharp weapon.
Both wounds were covered in mud.
Although Fang Yan doesn't farm, what is there that she can't understand?
"Brother, do you not want these legs anymore? You're injured, and you still dare to put weight on them!"
Fang Yan couldn't help but scold him.
In my memory, my younger sister was always timid and weak, and she didn't even dare to speak loudly.
Fang Jie was stunned by her sudden shout.
Coming to his senses, he awkwardly ran his fingers through his buzz cut. "Don't be angry, it just looks scary, it's nothing serious."
"He walks with a limp, and he's still just scary-looking?"
Fang Yan glared at him, only then noticing how terribly dry Fang Jie's lips were. She realized it was almost noon, and he must have only had a bowl of watery porridge with barely any rice grains in it for breakfast, and then he'd walked such a long way…
She took fifty cents and asked Qibei to buy five meat buns.
Qibei often went to that steamed bun shop with Fang Yan to buy meat buns. The shopkeeper knew that Qibei would order as many meat buns as she called out.
Qibei, with the money in its mouth, ran out quickly.
It has to go and come back quickly, otherwise it won't feel at ease.
"Brother, your foot is injured, but Grandma still insists you get out of bed?"
Fang Yan found a bottle containing spring water and handed it to Fang Jie.
“She didn’t force me to work in the fields,” Fang Jie said, taking the bottle and taking a couple of sips. He found the water to be exceptionally sweet and delicious, and couldn’t help but take a few more sips. “However, if I don’t work in the fields, Mom will have to do all the work on those twenty-odd acres of land by herself.”
Unable to bear seeing his mother working herself to the bone alone, Fang Jie had no choice but to go to the fields despite his injury.
"The Fang family hasn't separated yet, so why don't my uncle and aunt work in the fields?" Fang Yan asked, puzzled.
Grandma Fang said that she was too old to work in the fields, so why were her young uncle and aunt working in the fields?
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