After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

Chapter 416 Invitation

Fang Tong put down his chopsticks and went to open the door.

As soon as it was opened, a young man in blue clothes appeared with a respectful look on his face.

"Excuse me, is this the home of Master Qin Yan?"

"Yes, I am his father. What's your business?" Fang Tong became secretly alert.

I heard from Brother Yan that I just offended the son of some magistrate today. Could it be that the Wang family is coming to punish me?

So fast?

Upon hearing this, the servant hurriedly bowed respectfully and said, "I greet Master Fang."

Fang Tong touched his nose. Ever since his son became a student, he had been called "master" every now and then, and he felt uncomfortable.

"You're welcome, get up now."

The servant didn't get up. Instead, he pulled out a gold-painted invitation from his bosom and presented it with both hands: "I am here to deliver an invitation on behalf of the master of the house. The master intends to host a banquet for young talents at the Bamboo Pavilion in two weeks. Master Qin, please do me the honor."

Fang Tong took it subconsciously and reached out to touch the gold edge. Is this real gold or fake?

Before I could concentrate, the servant had already bowed and left.

When he came to his senses, he remembered that he had forgotten to ask, "Who is the owner of your house?"

In fact, it’s not that the servant forgot to say that with his attire, who among the prominent families in the city doesn’t know that he is the family of the prefect?

Fang Tong went back confused.

Qin Yan opened the post and raised his eyebrows after reading it. It turned out to be a post written by Lin Bosheng, the youngest son of the prefect.

The prefect of Huai'an Prefecture, Lord Lin, has three sons. The eldest and youngest sons are legitimate, and the second son is a concubine's son.

It is said that his eldest son has already entered the government and his second son has joined the army. Only his youngest son is left. I don’t know if he is spoiled, but at the age of eighteen, he is still a playboy.

A man like that, you want to invite him to a banquet? They don't even have any relationship.

But even out of respect for Lord Lin, it was difficult to refuse this post.

What's more, he had just arrived in Huai'an Prefecture and needed to accumulate connections.

After receiving the invitation, the family sat together and chatted after dinner.

Qian Fengping has developed a new dessert today, called Pumpkin Steamed Cake.

In addition to the fluffy and sweet taste of the cake, it also had the flavor of pumpkin. Fang Nanzhi ate a whole piece and felt so bloated and painful in her stomach that she had to stand up to digest the food.

"My wife's cooking skills are really good." Fang Tong boasted without thinking.

Although Qian Fengping was happy, she hadn't lost herself yet: "In fact, the cakes I've been thinking about recently are just adding some pumpkin, red dates, etc. Such new products, the bakery chefs will be able to figure it out on their own after a long time."

"But we have an agreement with the shop to release new products regularly, and we can't just release low-quality products like this. So, I'm thinking, I need to build an oven at home."

Recently, when she is not picking up the children and cooking, she has been studying the cake brochure given by the system.

I found that most cakes are baked, and the taste of the same type of cake is different when baked and steamed.

So, if you want to innovate, you need an oven.

Fang Tong didn't understand this: "Then I'll follow your instructions. But how do I set up the oven?"

It sounds different from ordinary stoves.

Qian Fengping took out the booklet and opened it. One page introduced the oven.

Ovens have also developed, from the initial ovens that only used firewood, to later electric ovens, solar ovens, and so on.

Of course they can’t come up with something that requires too much technical skills, but they can try something primitive.

Fang Tong leaned over to take a look, and after Qin Yan's analysis, he roughly understood.

"Then tomorrow morning I'll set up the oven at home and then go back to the village in the afternoon."

This matter is settled.

Before going to bed, Fang Tong specially looked for his son and asked him to carry the rejuvenation pill with him for the next two days.

If you encounter Wang Yang's revenge or something, wouldn't it be faster to take the medicine in time and run away?

Qin Yan nodded and agreed obediently.

He also cherishes his life very much.

However, after two days of being on guard, Wang Yang did not take any action and went to and from school as usual.

The Wang family didn't seem to care about this matter.

After school, he went to the library to clean, ahem, actually it was his second uncle who did the cleaning.

Isn't he still in a wheelchair?

Basically, I just read some books. Not to mention, the library of the provincial school is very big, with three floors.

In the past, students in their Class C could only read books on the first floor and could not borrow books. Only students in Class B could borrow books.

Only the seniors in Class A can go to the third floor of the library.

But under the pretext of cleaning, Qin Yan could enter and exit the third floor.

So he was like a mouse that fell into a rice jar, and he was addicted to it and couldn't extricate himself.

Every day he would wait until the library was about to close before leaving.

This made it difficult for Fang Yin, who had to wait on an empty stomach every time.

But he didn't feel wronged because his nephew would treat him to meat pies and was very generous.

As the days passed, Qin Yan made rapid progress in his studies, and Fang Nanzhi was no worse than him.

She can now dispense medicine to patients quickly, and her control of dosage is becoming more and more accurate, no worse than Tianchun.

That day, after she saw that the medicine cabinet was not busy, she went to the backyard to make tea, and carrying the teapot, she entered Doctor Bai's clinic.

Tianchun looked at it with envy and admiration, and continued to guard the medicine cabinet honestly.

These pharmacists who enter and leave the clinic without permission are suspected of stealing the skills.

Doctor Bai is young, only thirty years old. He was trained by Jishidiang, so he is more tolerant of Fang Nanzhi.

Fang Nanzhi was also very tactful. After entering, she saw Doctor Bai closing his eyes and taking a patient's pulse, so she did not disturb him.

She obediently filled Doctor Bai's teacup and stood aside.

Doctor Bai glanced at her, then looked away. He asked the patient in a gentle voice, "How long have you been coughing? Do you have any chest tightness or shortness of breath?"

The patient covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed twice before saying, "It's been seven or eight days. It wasn't serious at first, so I didn't take it seriously. But recently it's gotten worse. I can't sleep at night because of the coughing."

Doctor Bai nodded and asked him whether he had a runny nose, his recent diet, and whether he had blown a breeze before coughing.

Fang Nanzhi examined the patient seriously, and after a series of questions, half a quarter of an hour had passed.

Doctor Bai withdrew his hand, but did not rush to prescribe medicine. He motioned Fang Nanzhi to come forward.

The latter's eyes lit up, he put the teapot away, and looked at the patient with anticipation and enthusiasm.

The patient felt a tingling sensation on his back. What was wrong? Could he have contracted a serious illness?

"Cough!" Doctor Bai coughed dryly, reminding Fang Nanzhi to be more restrained.

The latter responded with a smile, pretending to be well-behaved.

Doctor Bai then said, "This is our Jishitang's medicine boy, and the only disciple of Divine Doctor Zhou. Why don't you let her take your pulse as well?"

Hearing this, the patient couldn't help but look at Fang Nanzhi.

The little girl straightened her back and tried hard to show that she was reliable.

But the patient didn't feel it. She was not even as tall as his waist, so young, and a girl. How could she treat people?

"Of course, I'll be the one to prescribe the medicine for you in the end," Doctor Bai added, noticing his doubt.

The patient was relieved. "Is this little girl a disciple of the miracle doctor? Could she be the one who treated the prince's leg?"

"Exactly."

After receiving a positive answer, the patient finally agreed.