The Fan family.
Fan Tong was lying in bed resting with his eyes closed. He was secretly calculating in his mind that his itchy illness was almost completely cured.
As long as you take the pills made by Chen Qingqing, you will be completely cured.
At that time, he will be able to do whatever he wants again and display his prowess in front of his concubines...
The thought of his concubines immediately killed his interest.
The concubines in the backyard were plain-looking, with wide hips and thick waists, and they always wore heavy makeup, making them look like monsters. He couldn't stand looking at them anymore.
He suddenly remembered Chen Qingqing's pure and lovely face without any makeup, which captivated him at first glance.
She was truly born more beautiful than flowers, more enchanting than jade,
Most importantly, she is a highly skilled doctor who can truly save lives in critical moments. If he were to have such a rare beauty, he would surely live to be a hundred and live a life of bliss like an immortal!
No, once his umbilical cord infection is completely healed, I absolutely have to find a way to bring her into my room...
The more he thought about it, the happier he became, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
This scene was witnessed by Madam Fan, who had just entered. "Master, what are you thinking about?"
"No, no, no, I wasn't thinking about anything," Fan Tong said, feigning composure despite his flustered expression.
Fan Hun, who followed closely behind, grinned mischievously and asked, "Father, are you thinking about some girl again?"
"Nonsense, Father is just recovering from a serious illness, how could he be thinking about such things?"
"Father, don't try to deny it. Look, you're drooling. You still say you haven't been thinking about the girl?"
Reminded by Fan Hunyi, Fan Tong immediately noticed his lapse in composure, quickly wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth.
"You little rascal, you never know your place! Who said drooling means you're thinking about girls?"
Fan Hun shook his bald, fat head and laughed heartily, "Dad, don't be embarrassed, I'll just follow your lead. Whenever I start daydreaming, my mouth starts watering."
"Nonsense, Dad is just drooling because he's craving meat."
"Stop lying, you're craving meat? Who would believe that!" Fan Hun pouted and rolled his eyes.
Hearing this, Fan Tong was so angry that he was panting heavily. This damned son of his, how many times had he told him to think before he spoke, but he just wouldn't learn his lesson. Sooner or later, he would be driven to his death by anger.
He glared at Fan Hun with annoyance, "Be serious for once. Look at your current state. Take good care of your health and stop thinking about those messy things."
Fan Hun chuckled and said, "Father, don't worry. I'm not afraid of anything except death. So, in order to survive, I promise not to touch a woman for six months."
Fan Tong snorted coldly, "That's more like it."
Fan Hun winked and grinned, "Father, tell me the truth, who were you thinking about just now?"
Fan Tong, his secret exposed, was furious and raised his hand as if to hit Fan Hun. "Who am I thinking about? Who am I thinking about? You shut up right now, or I'll beat you to death if you dare to talk nonsense again."
Fan Hun quickly stepped aside, "Mother, look at my father, he's going to hit me again."
Madam Fan shielded Fan Hun behind her, saying, "Alright, stop trying to hit my precious son all the time. I know what kind of person you are, but my son is right."
Although he was displeased, Fan Tong dared not show it, after all, this Madam Fan was his lawfully wedded wife, and most importantly, his brother-in-law was the county magistrate of Anyang County.
Even if he had a hundred times the courage, he wouldn't dare talk back to his wife, after all, the Fan family still needed her help.
Otherwise, given Madam Fan's current heavily pregnant appearance, Fan Tong wouldn't consult with her so politely about everything.
He had no choice but to compromise, "Madam, just indulge him!"
"I only have one son, how can I not spoil him?" Madam Fan glared at him reproachfully, and continued, "Master, isn't it a bit too little for you to only have the steward cook fifty catties of grain a day?"
Fan Tong felt a pang of heartache when the topic of food came up.
"Fifty catties of grain is quite a lot; that's our food ration for a month."
If we were to distribute porridge in large quantities, we wouldn't be able to get away with less than a thousand or eight hundred catties of grain a day.
Including labor and other expenses, it would cost a hundred or eighty taels of silver a day. With that money, what wouldn't we do?
They'll just fill their bellies with thin porridge; as long as those poor wretches don't starve to death, they'll be fine, barely clinging to life.
Mrs. Fan agreed wholeheartedly, “That’s how it is, but I’m still a little uneasy. What if the gods think we’re not sincere and we suffer retribution? What should we do then?”
"You're all talk and no action. What's there to be afraid of?"
Fan Tong adopted a confident expression.
"As the saying goes, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Although the porridge we give out is a little thin, it can still save many lives. As long as it can save lives, it is considered to be accumulating good deeds."
Think about it. The Buddha said that to save one person, one must build a seven-story pagoda. We've saved so many people; do the math, how tall would that pagoda have to be?
These words made Madam Fan nod repeatedly, "Yes, sir, you are right, this is also called doing good deeds."
Fan Hun started counting on his fingers, "Dad, more than a hundred people is several hundred floors, wouldn't we be going to heaven?"
"You silly boy, we can't go to heaven. We can only say that we have done great deeds and have boundless blessings. Our family's life will definitely get better and better in the future."
Fan Hun touched his bald head. "So, will my hair grow back?"
"Of course, our family has accumulated great virtue. If the gods don't protect us, our ancestors won't stand for it and will definitely crawl out to settle accounts with these evil spirits."
"Master, don't talk nonsense." Madam Fan trembled in fright, looking around in panic. "That thing is probably somewhere. If it hears your disrespectful words and then shaves your hair off, that would be troublesome."
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