After crossing the bridge, Fang Chang'an and his team got on the tricycle again and headed south, only one mile away to enter the village.

Fang Chang'an's house is just north of the north, and soon arrived in front of the door. The younger brother Fang Changming and sister Fang Yanran were both crossing the door to the neighbors opposite (the rural yards here usually leave a room at the east or the end of the west room to open the door, which can place vehicles and debris). When they heard the tricycle ringing, Fang Yanran leaned out and looked out happily, "I'm back!"

Then my younger brother Fang Changming and Fang Tiantian, the next house, jumped under the eaves of the roadside and looked here.

Fang Yanran shouted again: "Brother, why are you back too? Don't you go to school?"

Fang Changming had already crossed the road in the rain, came to his wooden door and opened the locked door.

The tricycle stopped in front of the door. Fang Changan and his parents jumped out of the car. Seeing Fang Yanran running over, they quickly held an umbrella for her. Fang Yanran stood under the umbrella. Because the eldest brother, who thought he would have to go to school for half a month, came back, and looked a little excited. He raised his head and asked, "Brother, why are you back?"

Fang Chang'an smiled and said, "The school was flooded and the school will not open today."

At this time, the rain was much lighter. Fang Lujun carried the two white numb-skinned pockets containing his son's bedding from the carriage, turned around and entered the yard, and urged: "Go home and go home! What are you talking about here?"

There was not much stuff in the carriage. Fang Chang'an picked up his schoolbag and calmly took off his two stools. Fang Luyong said, stepped on the accelerator again, and took his wife to his home south.

Fang Changan was about to help his mother get a bench, but Fang Changming had already come over, and snatched it from his mother diligently, and ran to the main hall in the rain.

Fang Tiantian shouted at Fang Chang'an in front of her home: "Where is my sister?"

Her sister Fang Dianqiu and Fang Chang'an were both admitted to the No. 2 Middle School in the Town. The school also started today, but it was sent by her father Fang Changfeng. The two sides met at the school. However, at noon, Fang Chang'an and his family were having dinner in the country of Dawang Fanglu and did not come back together.

"We should be back soon! School is not starting! Let's go home first!"

Fang Changan responded and pulled his sister, who was less than eight years old this year, into the yard.

Fang Changan has been introverted and withdrawn since childhood, and likes to be alone, and is not very close to his two younger brothers and sisters.

Fang Changming is lively and even a bit naughty. He often plays with the children of his neighbors. He can be called the king of children of this generation. Sometimes he will call him brother when he goes to play, but Fang Chang'an will most likely refuse.

Fang Yanran is a girl. Fang Changming doesn’t like to take her on weekdays, unless there are games that people play, such as throwing sandbags or playing hide-and-seek, they will take her with her.

Fang Yanran also has her own small circle. When her brother ignores her, she will play with Fang Tiantian and Fang Yanyan, a girl who is about the same age as hers.

However, since Fang Chang'an, who came here a few days ago, his attitude towards his two younger brothers and sisters has become closer. He occasionally tells some interesting stories, fairy tales, the Three Kingdoms, the Red Mansions, and some fighting and killing stories. Fang Yanran likes to listen to fairy tales and "Dream of the Red Mansions". In recent days, he has been very attached to this big brother.

As for why the eldest brother had such a change, even Fang Lujun and Congrong didn't care. The two little guys who were full of eating, drinking and playing naturally had no such consciousness.

Fang Chang'an's yard is quite large, and it is divided into two courtyards with fences. The west yard is relatively small, with a toilet, a pigpen and a shed next to the main hall, where it places its own tricycle and some miscellaneous items.

The east courtyard is slightly larger. To the right side of the gate, it is a simple kitchen made of asbestos tiles. It is called a pot house. The main hall faces north and south. The five houses are divided into three rooms. The east house is Fang Lujun and the calm bedroom. The west house occupies two rooms, which holds miscellaneous items. There is a sheep pen separated by a gray pier in one corner.

The middle living room also occupies two rooms, and half of the space is separated by a cabinet. It is used as a bedroom for three siblings. There are two beds, one big and one small. The small bed is naturally the one of my sister Fang Yanran. Fang Changming, who has a relatively vague concept of gender, complains a lot, and always says that her sister is small, so she lets her sleep with her elder brother and sleeps in a small bed by herself.

Fang Chang'an and his parents' clothes were wet. They went into the house and put down their things. They calmly urged him to change clothes quickly and go back to the room to change clothes himself.

Fang Changan took off his white short-sleeved T-shirt and found another one from the carton where he placed his clothes. It was also white. There was a puppy pattern printed on his chest, which looked quite childish, and the pattern was sticky from plastic. After wearing it for a long time, one of the puppy's ears fell off.

I won't change my pants for now. Fang Chang'an threw his wet T-shirt on the basin stand behind the door. Fang Lujun had already changed his clothes and looked at his son and asked, "Why don't you change your pants?"

Fang Chang'an said: "The trousers are a little trendy, so you don't need to change them."

Fang Lujun stopped asking this and said to Fang Changming and Fang Yanran: "I bought you fried bread..."

As he said that, he turned around and flipped over the sofa that was so old that he was padded with his head. He couldn't find the bread to fry, so he shouted to the bedroom: "Where is that bag?"

Fang Lujun is impatient, has no patience in anything he does, is a little arrogant, is very polite to outsiders, and is even a little cowardly, so he has a good temper in most cases, but his tone is a little irritating to his family, relatives and friends when he is impatient.

Calmly used to his temperament, he complained in the bedroom: "It's cold, it's neither early nor late, what are you going to eat now? You'll eat it when it's hot at night."

In this era, the living conditions in the village were not good, so they would not be hungry, but meat was rare. The fried buns in the town were food that children were very greedy. Although Fang Lujun had all kinds of shortcomings, he never treated his wife and children badly when spending money - when he had money in his hands.

When he just came back from the town, it was already raining. He still asked Fang Luyong to stop on the street. He bought four yuan buns in the rain and divided them into two packs. One was asked Fang Luyong to take back for his parents to eat, and the other one was taken home for the two children.

It was raining for several days, and the weather was a little cold, and the cloth bag he sewed calmly was soaked. The buns inside must have been cold. Fang Lujun knew what his wife said made sense, but he still said, "Let them taste it first. I had a good meal at his uncle's house at noon in Chang'an, but Changming and Yanran didn't eat it."

He turned around and looked for it again, but couldn't find it, so he continued to shout, "Where? Where did you throw it away?"

"Where is inside!"

Calmly seemed to sigh, his tone was a little impatient and helpless. Of course, it was not that he didn't like giving it to his children, but that he didn't like Fang Lujun's temperament, and he always couldn't wait to show that he loved his children very much.

Fang Lujun then walked back to the bedroom, found the cloth bag, took out the twenty buns contained in the bag, placed them on the small table in the living room, took one and handed it to Fang Changming, and said to Fang Yanran: "Come and eat quickly, it's still a little warm."

Fang Chang'an reminded: "Dad, don't use your hands, hold a pair of chopsticks."

"It's not clean, I'm not sick after eating."

Fang Lujun didn't care, and then smiled at the eldest son who was rarely spoken on his own and joked: "You will just be fake..."

"This is a clean love. If you don't believe me, please ask my mom?"

Sighing calmly in the room, his tone was smiling: "That's right, such a big man, he is not as good as Chang'an!"

Fang Lujun said: "You're all fake. I haven't eaten any illness even if I grow up!"

The kitchen is in the yard, with a earth stove for burning fire, and there is a coal stove in the west room, and the kitchen cabinet is also there. Fang Chang'an walked to the west room and took three pairs of chopsticks, washed them, shook them, walked back to the main hall, handed them to Fang Changming and Fang Yanran, and said seriously: "Eat with chopsticks, don't learn from our father! He is the dross of the older generation, and we must learn to be a good young man who loves cleanliness in the new era!"

Fang Lujun and the one in the bedroom laughed when they heard it. Fang Lujun pretended to be angry and scolded: "Damn, I haven't even entered junior high school yet, so I started to dislike me, it's still a mess..."

Fang Yanran took the chopsticks obediently and saw that her claws were oily, she wanted to apply them to her clothes. Fang Chang'an immediately glared at her: "Where should I use my hands?"

"oh."

The little girl felt a little aggrieved, and she was still chewing buns in her mouth. She responded vaguely with her cheeks, holding the chopsticks in one hand and holding the other hand, and her eyes were circling to find a rag.

Fang Changan had already picked up half a roll of toilet paper from the cabinet, tore off a piece, wiped his sister's oily little hand, and wiped it again. Seeing that it was still glossy, he had to say, "Go and wash your hands after eating."

"good!"

Fang Yanran responded, and Fang Changan glared at Fang Changming, who was still holding the fried bread in his hand.

Although this big brother has been playing with me recently and can tell stories, he has a little bit of care and it is very annoying!

Fang Changming was a little unruly and didn't think much about it. He saw that his elder brother stood there and didn't speak, just staring at him with his eyes. For some reason, he felt a little guilty.

The little brat hesitated for two seconds, but reluctantly picked up the chopsticks placed on the plastic bag containing the fried bread.

Fang Chang'an reminded: "Wash your hands after eating!"

Fang Changming muttered: "Don't wipe it for me..."

My younger brother still wants to treat his younger sister? You are thinking nothing more!

Fang Changan ignored him, picked up the last pair of chopsticks, picked up a fried bread and walked to Fang Lujun, and reached out to hand it to his father: "Dad, you eat it."

Congyun had already changed her clothes and was packing up the dirty clothes that the three of them had changed. While watching the three children, Fang Lujun also looked at them, feeling that his depression due to the heavy rain all day was much more relieved.

When Fang Chang'an picked up the buns with chopsticks, Fang Lujun naturally thought he was eating it himself. Unexpectedly, he suddenly handed it to him. He had never experienced such a scene of a father, a filial son, and a filial son who had only been seen in TV dramas. He was a little panicked for a moment. He hurriedly leaned over and pushed it away with his hand, saying, "I don't eat it, I won't eat it, you eat yours."

"Dad, please try it. Is there any difference between using chopsticks and using hands?"

Fang Chang'an held the fried bread and pressed his father's face. He didn't want to be filial because of "lost and gained", and filial piety was not about a bun, but about showing it bit by bit, so that his parents could slowly accept the fact that they were "sensible".

And in this process, I gradually got used to listening to myself from small things... and finally gave up the actual rights of the head of the family to myself!

As for his father, although he felt sorry for his wife and children, he was drunk, gambling, timid, and not motivated, and was not suitable for taking over power. It would be better to be the Supreme Emperor peacefully.

Of course, I am still young now, and my main task is to study. I have to do such things as making money and working hard... The emperor personally led the army and the prince was regent, which is very common.
Chapter completed!