Understands Martial Arts

"Zhi Di, your sister doesn't like meat. You eat it."

Fang Lan reluctantly tore her gaze away from the chicken. The strands of meaty fragrance made her swallow uncontrollably.

Who in this world did not like eating meat? Fang Lan might have been able to fool the previous owner of this body by saying that.

But Fang Yue now saw through this little lie at a glance.

"We'll have half each."

But Fang Lan refused to agree and was about to decline when Fang Yue stuffed the piece of chicken into his sister's mouth.

He had never experienced sibling affection in his previous life. In this life, he had an older brother, an older sister, and parents.

Though their days were poor, they still held a flavor all their own.

The fragrance of meat filled her mouth, and Fang Lan happily narrowed her eyes.

By the time she opened them again, Fang Yue had already drunk a small bowl of vegetable soup, with half a flatbread clenched between his teeth.

He packed lunch for his father and brother: four flatbreads and a gourd containing two bowls of wild amaranth soup.

"Sis, I'm going to bring food to Father and Brother."

After leaving the house and walking for a quarter of an hour, he arrived at a broad stretch of fields.

From afar, he saw Fang Mu, tall, lean, and dark-skinned, along with his older brother Fang Cheng, resting beneath a mulberry tree at the edge of the field.

"Little Zhi, why did you come? Where's your mother?"

Taking the flatbreads and the gourd of soup, Fang Mu spoke up.

His older brother Fang Cheng was rather taciturn. He took a flatbread and began eating. He showed no reaction at all to someone else bringing the food today.

"Young Master Liu has returned, so Mother is helping out at the Liu Family." Fang Yue set down the two bowls and poured the vegetable soup from the gourd into them.

"Young Master Liu has returned to the countryside?"

Fang Mu repeated the words. No one knew what he had thought of, but his gaze shifted to Fang Yue. A trace of heartache flashed across his dark face before vanishing without a trace.

For a time, only the sounds of eating remained beneath the mulberry tree.

But just then,

Fang Yue's stomach let out two disgracefully loud growls as he looked at his father and brother.

He had clearly eaten before leaving home, yet he still could not hold back now.

In the quiet surroundings, the sound was especially loud.

Fang Cheng raised his head and looked at Fang Yue, whose face was reddening. He picked up a flatbread beside him and held it out.

"Zhi Di, here."

"Brother, you eat it."

Fang Yue hurriedly refused. Fang Cheng still had to work that afternoon.

Though it was not the busy farming season, there was still plenty of work in the fields.

If he did not eat enough, he definitely would not be able to endure the afternoon.

In the Fang Family, they ate two meals a day.

Father Fang and Fang Cheng, who worked in the fields all day, received two flatbreads and a bowl of soup for each meal.

Fang Lan, who made corded nets at home, and Fang Yue, who herded cattle, received one flatbread and a bowl of soup per meal.

As for their mother, Chen Shi, she worked as a cook's helper for the Liu Family. The household provided her lunch, so she only ate dinner at home.

"Zhi Di, eat."

Though Fang Cheng did not speak much, he was extremely protective of his younger brother and sister.

Seeing this, Father Fang smiled. What parent would not be delighted to see their children loving and harmonious with one another?

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

Fang Yue had been injured some time ago. At the time, he had nearly failed to pull through, nearly died. Even now, he had not truly recovered.

Father Fang felt even more heartache for this youngest son who had been dragged into it.

"Father has spoken. Zhi Di, take it."

"Alright. Thank you, Big Brother. Thank you, Father."

Fang Yue's nose stung, and he nearly shed tears.

A while later, Father Fang and Fang Cheng finished eating.

Fang Yue cleared away the bowls, then bade farewell to his father and brother and headed home.

"Here. You still have work this afternoon. How can you manage if you don't eat your fill?"

Watching Fang Yue's retreating figure grow farther and farther away, Father Fang took out half a flatbread and stuffed it into Fang Cheng's hand before he could react.

Then, with a stern expression, he said, "No talking. Eat it quickly, then get back to work."

On the way back, Fang Yue's steps were especially light.

The crisscrossing fields and paddies gradually fell behind him, while a dirt road about five feet wide appeared ahead.

This was the road linking the village to the outside world. Eastward, it led to several other villages before eventually joining the official road that led to Xiahe County Town over two hundred li away.

On the level road, several children from the village were drawing lines on the ground and playing a grid game.

But at that moment, the road began to tremble, and waves of shouting soon rang out.

Two Knights and a carriage came whistling down the road from the east, arriving before Fang Yue in the blink of an eye.

The carriage was broad and nearly filled the entire road. Up front, a Knight in fitted clothes sat atop a tall horse and shouted angrily.

"You country bumpkins ahead, get the hell out of the way!"

Fang Yue was instantly dumbfounded. He had not expected people in ancient times to race vehicles too, even if the vehicle was a carriage.

They had no intention of stopping. Before Fang Yue could even react, the convoy had already charged toward the children.

The brown horses were only inferior mounts, but once they began galloping, momentum made them terrifying. If they truly struck those children, their thin little bodies could never withstand it.

Even if they did not die, they would be gravely injured.

Those children had likely never encountered anything like this before. They seemed frightened stupid.

They stared blankly at the oncoming carriage, not even knowing to dodge.

It seemed that tragedy would strike the very next moment.

Everything happened in the space of an instant.

Even Fang Yue, who had witnessed it all from nearby, had gone completely blank.

"Are you tired of living? Get out of the way!"

The Knight's furious curse rang close at hand. Fang Yue suddenly snapped awake, threw down the bowls, chopsticks, and gourd in his hands, and lunged toward the child closest to him.

He grabbed the child and rolled to the side, tumbling into the grass beside the road.

I only saved one. The others... I'm afraid their fate is more grim than lucky.

As he rolled, Fang Yue did not dare think any further. The carriage was moving too fast, so fast that he had no chance to save anyone else.

The next moment,

Neigh! Neigh!

The horses let out shrill cries, as if they had been startled.

Fang Yue's heart sank at the sound. Had they really hit someone?!!

With that thought, he scrambled up and hurriedly looked toward the road.

The bloody scene he had imagined had not occurred.

He saw a burly man with his upper body half bare, one hand pressed against each of the two galloping horses, forcibly bringing the charge of those two Galloping Horses to a halt.

Behind the man stood three children, frozen with fright.

Only then did they seem to come back to their senses, bursting into sobs and wails.

"This... this is impossible!"

"Father of Fang Ergou—how could Uncle Fang Hu stop two Galloping Horses!"

Seeing this scene, Fang Yue felt the worldview he had upheld for decades crumble apart.

No matter how strong one person was, even at the height of an explosive burst, they could at most exert a few hundred jin of force.

Clearly, it should have been impossible to stop two Galloping Horses.

Yet now, it was happening right before his eyes.

Fang Yue stared, utterly dumbstruck.

Could it be that the things his father had once said were true?

Uncle Fang Hu understood Martial Arts!