Chapter 3: Knowing Martial Arts

"Brother, sister doesn't like meat, you eat it."

Fang Lan's eyes moved away from the chicken with difficulty. The aroma of meat made her swallow her saliva.

There is no one in the world who doesn't like meat. Fang Lan used to be able to deceive her predecessor by saying this.

But Fang Yue now can easily see through this little lie.

"We each have half."

But Fang Lan was not willing to agree and was about to refuse. But at this time, Fang Yue had already stuffed the chicken into his sister's mouth.

In his previous life, he didn't experience the affection of sisters. In this life, he has a brother, a sister, and parents.

Although life is poor, it also has a different taste.

As the meat smelled in her mouth, Fang Lan squinted her eyes in enjoyment.

When she opened her eyes, Fang Yue had already drunk a small bowl of vegetable soup and held half a piece of bread in his mouth.

Bringing lunch for his father and brother, four breads, a gourd and two bowls of wild amaranth soup.

"Sister, I'm going to deliver food to Dad and brother."

After walking out of the door for a quarter of an hour, they came to an open field.

From a distance, under the mulberry tree at the end of the field, the tall, thin and dark Fang Mu and his brother Fang Cheng were already resting.

"Xiao Zhu, why are you here? Where's your mother?"

Taking the pancake and the gourd of soup, Fang Mu asked.

Brother Fang Cheng was more dull, and he took the pancake and started eating. There was no expression for changing people to deliver food today.

"The young master of the Liu family is back, and my mother is helping at the Liu family." Fang Yue put down the two bowls and poured the vegetable soup in the gourd.

"The young master of the Liu family is back home?"

Fang Mu repeated, not knowing what he was thinking of, and looked at Fang Yue next to him. A trace of heartache flashed across his dark face, and then disappeared without a trace.

For a while, there was only the sound of eating under the mulberry tree.

But, at this moment,

Fang Yue looked at his father and brother, and his stomach growled twice.

He had already eaten when he just left the house, but he couldn't help it now.

In the quiet environment, the sound was very loud.

Fang Cheng looked up at Fang Yue, who was blushing, and picked up a piece of bread next to him and handed it over:

"Brother, here."

"Brother, eat it."

Fang Yue quickly refused, Fang Cheng still had to work in the afternoon.

Although it is not the busy farming season now, there is still a lot of work to do.

If you don't eat more, you will definitely not be able to stand it in the afternoon.

In the Fang family, there are two meals a day.

Fang's father and brother Fang Cheng, who work in the fields all day, have two breads and a bowl of soup for each meal.

Fang Lan, who makes nets at home, and Fang Yue, who herds cattle, have a bread and a bowl of soup for each meal.

As for his mother Chen, because she helps in the kitchen at the Liu family, the host family provides a meal at noon, and she only eats dinner at home.

"Brother, you eat."

Although Fang Cheng doesn't talk much, he is very caring for his younger brother and sister.

Father Fang, who was standing by, smiled when he saw this scene. Which parent would not be happy when their children were friendly and harmonious with each other?

"Cheng'er, break off half for your brother." Father Fang said in a muffled voice.

Fang Yue was injured a while ago and almost died. Even now, he is still not fully recovered.

Father Fang felt even more distressed for this young son who was implicated.

"Dad has already said, brother, take it."

"Okay. Thank you, big brother, thank you, dad."

Fang Yue couldn't help but feel a sore nose and almost shed tears.

After a while, Father Fang and his brother Fang Cheng finished their meal.

Fang Yue packed up the bowl, then said goodbye to his father and brother and walked home.

"Here, I have to work in the afternoon. How can I not eat enough?"

Looking at Fang Yue's back getting farther and farther away, Father Fang took out half a piece of bread and stuffed it into Fang Cheng's hand before he could react.

Then he said with dignity: "Don't talk, eat quickly, and work after eating."

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On the way back, Fang Yue's steps were particularly brisk.

The paddy fields gradually fell behind him, and a five-foot-wide dirt road appeared in front of him.

This is the road connecting the village to the outside, leading to several other villages to the east, and finally merging into the official road leading to Xiahe County, more than 200 miles away.

On the flat road, several children from the same village kept drawing on the ground and playing the well game there.

But at this time, the road began to vibrate, and soon bursts of shouting were heard.

At this time, two knights and a carriage roared from the east of the road, and in a blink of an eye they came close to Fang Yue.

The carriage was wide and almost filled the road. On the tall horse in front, the knight in tight clothes shouted and cursed loudly.

"The country bumpkin in front, get out of the way."

Fang Yue was stunned. He didn't expect that there were people in ancient times who "raced", although they were racing carriages.

The other party had no intention of stopping. Before Fang Yue could react, the convoy had already rushed to the front of those children.

The brown horses were only slow horses, but after galloping, under the effect of inertia, if they really hit the children, their frail bodies would not be able to withstand it.

They would be seriously injured if not dead.

And those children should have never encountered such a thing before, as if they were scared silly.

They stared at the oncoming carriage in a daze, and didn't know how to dodge.

It seemed that the tragedy was about to happen in the next moment.

All this happened in a moment.

Even Fang Yue, who witnessed the whole process, had a blank mind at this time.

"You don't want to die, get out of here!"

The knight's angry voice was close at hand, and Fang Yue suddenly woke up. He dropped the bowl and chopsticks and gourd in his hand and rushed to the child closest to him.

He grabbed the other person and rolled to the side, falling into the grass next to him.

'Only one was saved, and the rest of them are probably in danger. '

During the rolling process, Fang Yue didn't dare to think about it anymore. The speed of the carriage was too fast, so fast that he had no chance to save anyone.

The next moment,

Yu Yu!

The sound of the horse screaming as if frightened sounded.

Fang Yue's heart sank when he heard the sound. Did it really hit? ! !

Thinking of this, he stood up and hurriedly looked at the road.

The tragic scene he expected did not happen.

I saw a half-naked strong man actually pressed one hand on the two galloping horses, and actually stopped the momentum of the two horses.

Behind the man, three frightened children.

At this time, he seemed to have just reacted and started to cry.

"This, this, how is it possible!"

"How could Fang Ergou's father, Uncle Fang Hu, stop two galloping horses!"

Seeing this scene, Fang Yue's three views that he had maintained for decades were almost shattered.