Weeds grew wildly and there were no crops anymore.

  How to sleep at night is always a problem.

  Fang Xian went to his sister-in-law's room several times, hinting that it was getting late and that they were hungry, but saw a few women chatting and laughing, seemingly having a great time, without any signs of fatigue. He really couldn't understand what Southern Song Dynasty women and Da Tian Chao women had to talk about.

  They weren't tired, but Fang was exhausted. After all, he had been fighting the Water Demon Beast for a long time and had also transformed into the Nine-Headed Snake. After settling Fang on the sofa to rest for the night, he went back inside to sleep first.

  ……

  It's another morning after opening my eyes again. This time I was woken up by the noise outside, and all I could hear was my mother constantly shouting, "Have breakfast."

  Rubbing his eyes and getting out of bed, a familiar scene unfolded before him.

  Idle dad and idle mom were very far-sighted, and at that time they directly set up a double bed in Fang Xian's room.

  At this time, it's still in the state of being pampered by his wife. The problem is... damn it, it's morning again.

  Yuè Rú Líng was also woken up, and she too had a drowsy look.

  The moon habitually snatched the quilt again, and Ling'er also habitually stripped naked, muttering "Sister is annoying".

  Of course, Fang Xian also supported the sky with one pillar as usual.

  "Next time can we give each other a heads up? I almost choked on my Red Bull!!!"

  "Hurry up and get out, I'm going to change clothes..." Yu Ruo urged repeatedly.

  "Aren't you trying to cover up but ending up revealing more?! What are you plotting?!!" Fang Xian sneered with his usual expression.

  "You're warm in your nest..." Yue Ru's face turned red with shyness.

  They treat themselves as electric blankets.

  Mother is calling for dinner, it's obviously impolite to do that kind of thing at this time. Fang Xian endured it again and put on his clothes to go out.

  Wang Xiulan was arranging bowls and chopsticks when she saw Fang Xian coming in. She gave a sly smile: "Son, you're really something!"

  This "you know" expression made Fang Xian speechless again.

  At this time Fang Xian suddenly remembered his sister He Na. The long-cherished wish of the two flying together was indeed far from being fulfilled.

  The idle mother leaned over and whispered with a sly smile: "Have you used that thing?"

  "Huh?"

  "Don't pretend to be stupid in front of mom."

  "Oh... I guess it's been used, but now is not the time for children." Fang Xian could only force himself to hold on.

  "What's wrong with having kids now?!" Wang Xiulian slapped Fang Xian heavily, "Don't worry, I'll raise a few more, you don't have to consider money and all that, your dad and I still have some savings, take advantage of my good health now..."

  "Isn't one concubine enough?"

  "Isn't that girl one of yours? Moon-yuah was just telling mom about it yesterday."

  What a great idea, who's free and has nothing better to do than to adopt a little ancestor for themselves?

  As they chatted, Fang busy came out of the kitchen with a plate of spring rolls.

  "Fang Xian quickly helped and said: 'Brother Fang doesn't have to be so busy, just go out and buy something casually, don't let Brother Fang get up early and work hard.'"

  Fang was obviously in a bad mood. He said angrily: "The early rice outside? What thing, can't eat!"

  After finishing speaking, she went back to the kitchen with a huff.

  Fang Xian didn't understand, so he asked his mother, "Why did this chef, who is always smiling and loves to sell cute things, suddenly get angry?"

  This is another story. Auntie got up early to buy breakfast, fried dough sticks and soy milk, and Fang was just getting up from the sofa in the living room, so they went together. When they arrived, Chef Fang complained that the frying temperature of the oil cake was not well controlled. He had to take matters into his own hands, and then he kept complaining about the noodles being bad. The oil was too dirty, until the filling of the baozi had problems. There were strange things in the soy milk... The owner of the breakfast stall almost got beaten up.

  There's no way around it, Chef Fang is a true connoisseur, and using the culinary perspective of Southern Song to look at modern times, he definitely can't accept it for the time being.

  He slammed his fist on the table, sending up a cloud of flour: "Food is heaven for the common people! If even a small breakfast can be so treacherous, never mind harming one's body, are you going to make the ordinary people cunning too?!"

  Everyone was busy and thought this time would be a heated discussion, denouncing the boss...

  But then the villagers all started advising Fang to hurry up.

  "Brother, it's like this everywhere in the country, don't be too hard on yourself."

  "Yes, you're so particular, now you can only go to a big restaurant to have breakfast."

  "Big brother, you've finished shopping, hurry up and leave, there's a line behind you."

  “……”

  He stood there in a daze, realizing that he was actually the odd one out. Was eating this kind of thing really normal for humans?

  It's too late to buy anything now, so Mrs Fang pulled Fang busy back home.

  He thought about some things all the way on his busy road, and when he came back, he didn't despair. This kitchen has a very positive outlook and is naturally optimistic, and at this time, it's full of energy again.

  Fang was busy gazing up at the sky, and beside the colorful clouds, a smiling woman seemed to appear: "Is this really the true Dark Cooking... Fang will definitely have a final showdown with you, Abi Shifu! Fang's heart is still in!!!"

  Then, Fang quickly used some of the ingredients available at home and made a spring roll feast!

  A family sat together, eating the fragrant and refreshing spring rolls filled with morning energy, drinking the light and heartwarming spinach soup, feeling the bright cuisine that inherits the classical cultural tradition, and the other side was full of praise.

  Lazy dad was most excited: "How many years has it been... this is finally breakfast!"

  "Mr. Fang said with a big laugh: 'As long as you stay here, I guarantee that for one year, no duplicate children will be born.'"

  After having breakfast, Fang Xian gave each person some instructions, or rather, had another big outburst.

  The troops were divided into two routes. Fang Fang took Moon Like Spirit to buy daily necessities, such as slippers, toothpaste, and underwear. The other route was led by Idle Mom, who took Fang Mang to the market to buy fish, meat, and vegetables. This time, Idle Mom was very careful and made preparations to shut Fang Mang's mouth at any time. Thinking about it, Fang Mang entering the vegetable market is like a lone hero venturing into the dark territory of cooking, which is quite tragic.

  Fang Xian rode his dad's old 28 Phoenix bicycle, with Su Mei thrown into the front basket, and rode towards their own few acres of land.

  Their family's land was actually passed down from Mama Xian's side, and this story is a bit complicated, involving Old Man Xian.

  Master Xian has two sons and two daughters, which means that Fang Xian has two uncles and one aunt. The master's family has more than 100 mu of land, making them a powerful force in the village of Fangjia. It's not bad that Master Xian's father was sent to the countryside and married the daughter of a landlord. In the future, when Master Xian divides his property, he will still be able to get some land.

  But those two sons of Old Master, who were Fang Xian's two uncles, left no room for others to survive. They fought tirelessly over the issue of land division. At that time, Fang Mu was weak and had a stubbornly humble temperament, and he didn't want to fight with others anymore. As for Fang Xian's aunt, she was still unmarried at the time and was in a weak position. In the end, out of more than 100 acres of land, Fang Xian's family only got 10 acres, and his aunt got only 5 acres. The rest naturally fell into the hands of the two uncles.

  The 10 mu of land in Fang Xianjia's house is still okay, located on the side of the main road. If you plant crops, this kind of land is not good, it's easy to be disturbed by people passing by the road. Going down to the ground to pull out corn, go to the toilet, throw trash and so on. But if you do business, this is perfect.

  Fang Xian tossed the car to one side and gazed out at the 10 mu of wasteland, which stretched as far as the eye could see. It was basically a barren expanse, with weeds growing thickly due to years of neglect, and no crops in sight.

  Xiao Su Mei jumped out of the cart and looked around, asking: "Grandfather, why are there crops on all the surrounding land, but this patch in front of us is barren?"

  Fang Xian sighed: "This piece of land was not very good to begin with, and then Brother Muo had work and didn't farm. Lan sister couldn't farm either, I went to school and didn't plant the land, so after a long time it became like this."

  "Don't worry, Uncle, I can handle it!" Su Mei rolled up her sleeves, her small arms itching with impatience.

  "When did you become so sensible..."

  "Uncle, there's no pigpen or chicken coop here, I'm going for a walk!"

  "You're still so cunning, your fox-like nature hasn't changed!"

  After teasing for a while, Su Mei herself ran to the wilderness to catch insects and play, while Fang Xian lit a cigarette and began to think about the planning and management of these lands.

  This matter is a bit difficult to explain, it's not something that can be settled with just a few logical sentences. It involves too much knowledge of architectural planning, and there are some very troublesome things, such as how the water pipes come in, how the drainage goes, where the electrical wires are pulled...

  Just as I was getting annoyed, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind me.

  Fang Xian's tiger body shook, was this a black person travel group or...

  This time...

  It's already October now, and even the robust young man has changed into long sleeves and trousers.

  But then he saw the bald, white-bearded old man wearing a beach suit, riding a skateboard and using his cane as ski poles, whizzing by.

  "There's a hole on the ground, be careful!" Fang Xian shouted loudly, but it was already too late.

  Plop, the old man fell to the ground again.

  "This body is really stiff." The old man propped himself up, put on his sunglasses and patted the rolling yellow sand off his swimsuit.

  "This is okay too... Can you come over here and take a stroll?!"

  "Hmm, of course, as a game designer, I have to grind. The old man put down his skateboard and gazed out at the endless fields in front of him. Although Fang Xianjia's and Auntie's families' lands were barren, Uncle's family had planted endless cornfields."

  "Not bad, not bad, this vast area is enough for me to show off!" The old man had a majestic air of pointing at the rivers and mountains.

  "You misunderstood, only the wasteland is my home."

  The old man took another close look, his eyebrows furrowed, "Although it's a bit small, squeezing will do."

  "These wastelands also have 5 mu which belong to my aunt."

  "......" The old man glared at Fang Xian, "You little brat, you're arguing over such a trivial matter. This is my first masterpiece in this realm, and it's only this big, how can you mess with it?"

  "Ah, I'm also getting a headache. The scale of Xian Jian Inn is enough, but it's still far from the scale of Pastoral Story."

  "These two games are put together just to help you save land." The old man calculated again, and said seriously, "In this way, I will try my best to design the wasteland area, and you can try to get that 5 mu of land back, 15 mu is barely enough."

  "However..." Fang said hesitantly, "that place after all belongs to Aunt... how can we bring it up?"

  "You'll be fine." The old man stepped back onto the skateboard, "Tomorrow morning I'll bring a work team over to fix it up, and I'll help you take care of that pile of business licenses. See you later."

  "The work team... the old man also has a knack for real estate."

  At this time Su Mei has returned, there is really nothing to play in this desolate place.

  "Is it the Turtle Immortal?" Su Mei gazed at the old man's back, shrouded in a cloud of dust.

  "The old man is urging me." Fang Xian clenched his fists, "The old master is working so hard, we can't fall behind! Let's go find Auntie with Grandpa!"