A car accident, our family of three crossed

After a long time...

"To be honest, when I first learned about this, I was so angry that I wanted to kill someone. Even now, I am still very angry."

Hang Shuheng's tone was very calm. "But uncle, brother Tiesheng, let's put things in perspective. We are not people who cannot distinguish right from wrong. I will not vent my anger on you because of this matter. So uncle, you don't have to make any concessions to gain our understanding. Resigning as the head of the village is related to the livelihood of the entire village. You should not make such irrational decisions in the future."

He paused, his tone suddenly turned cold: "I will settle accounts with Wan Baolu and Zhang Cuiju sooner or later. As for Sister-in-law Tiesheng, for the sake of our family's relationship, we will not pursue the matter any further. This is our biggest concession. You can't expect us to forgive someone who has hurt us. This is unrealistic."

The room fell silent again because of Hang Shuheng's words. The men each had their own thoughts, and the atmosphere seemed a little depressing for a moment.

The village head sighed in shame and broke the silence, "Shuheng, you are right, we were wrong."

He Chunsheng hasn't said a word since he entered the room. In this room, he seems like an outsider with no right to speak.

Seeing that they finally talked it out, He Chunsheng thought it was time for him to be useful, and cleverly changed the subject, "Dad, shouldn't we start eating? Brother Shuheng must have come here hungry!" He opened the jar of wine that Hang Shuheng brought, and the aroma of wine immediately filled the room, "This wine smells so good, I'm craving it."

"Yes, yes, yes, go and see if your mother's food is ready." The headman sent He Chunsheng out to make the arrangements, and he invited Hang Shuheng to move to the main room.

Hang Shuheng considered that He Tiesheng had difficulty walking and thought that there was no need to change the place. "Uncle, you don't have to go to the main room. This room is fine."

Finally, after listening to Hang Shuheng's advice, they prepared a table of food in this room. Several men sat around the kang table drinking and chatting, while He Wang, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law ate in the main room with their children.

In order to entertain Hang Shuheng, the village head took out the wine that he had treasured for a long time and was reluctant to finish. Hang Shuheng said, "Uncle, you should keep your good wine and try this jar of wine."

He opened the jar of wine, poured a bowl of wine for the head of the village, then poured a bowl for the eager He Chunsheng, and finally filled his own bowl.

As a patient, He Tiesheng could only watch, even though the aroma of wine made him swallow his saliva continuously. While others drank the wine, he could only drink the soup.

"Uncle, try it." Hang Shuheng signaled the head of the village to taste it first.

The headman held the wine bowl and sniffed it first, "This wine, I can tell it's good wine just by the smell." After that, he took a sip, and suddenly even his five senses seemed to be talking about good wine. He couldn't help but feel that the wine he drank before was not called wine, but clear water.

"After taking a sip of this, I finally understood what good wine is. The jar of wine I treasured and was reluctant to drink was not even worthy of being on the table. It was not worthy of being on the table at all!"

He Chunsheng listened and took a sip curiously, with a look of surprise on his face, and asked, "Brother Shuheng, how much silver did you pay for this jar of wine?" After asking, he took another sip.

"Five taels of silver."

Upon hearing this, He Chunsheng nearly spit out the wine he had just taken a sip of. Fortunately, he covered his mouth in time, but he was choked and his face turned red. He coughed violently for a long time before he stopped.

"Five, five taels of silver?" He suddenly felt reluctant to drink.

"Well! Five taels of silver." Hang Shuheng took a sip and thought it was okay. It might be considered an excellent wine in this era, but if it were placed in later generations, it would only be considered a relatively ordinary liquor.

"Shuheng! How about we drink this jar of wine from uncle?" The head of the village brought up his own jar of wine. He agreed with He Chunsheng's idea that they really couldn't bear to waste such expensive wine.

"I've already brought the wine, you can't ask me to take it back, right?" Hang Shuheng changed the subject to divert their attention, "This is the side dish my wife cooked, you guys should try it."

He Chunsheng was the first to pick up his chopsticks. As soon as he ate a piece of meat, he praised it endlessly: "It's delicious, so delicious, Brother Shuheng, your sister-in-law's cooking skills are really good."

He took a few more bites of other dishes and tasted them. There was a sharp contrast between them and the one that Hang Shuheng brought. He murmured, "They are both good dishes to go with wine, but how come my mother's cooking is so different?"

"Hey, you little bastard, even food can't stop you from talking." The headman pointed at him and scolded him with a smile: "If your mother hears what you said, you'll be in trouble!"

After this meal of wine, it can be said that both the host and the guests had a great time.

The head of the village was so happy that he got drunk. When Hang Shuheng was about to leave, he was already drunk and was staggering with the support of He Chunsheng, who insisted on seeing Hang Shuheng off personally.

Seeing that he was drunk, He Wangshi hurried over and scolded him, "Really? How come you drank so much?"

"Damn, I'm so happy today, hahaha..." The headman looked drunk and laughed happily, "I, I'll see Shuheng off, you, you don't have to spoil his fun and make me lose face in front of the younger generation."

Seeing that he was unsteady on his feet, He Wangshi hurriedly supported him from the other side, "Look at how drunk you are, you don't even act like an elder, and you're afraid of losing face in front of the younger generation."

Seeing this, Hang Shuheng advised: "Uncle, you've drunk too much, go back to your room and rest."

As he spoke, he signaled He Wangshi and He Chunsheng to help the village head back to the house. The village head had already lost his sense of direction and let the two of them help him walk, but he kept shouting, "I'm not drunk... I'm not drunk... Good wine, really good wine..."

Hang Shuheng couldn't help but hold his forehead. Is this wine so intoxicating? How come he didn't feel anything at all?

When he got home, there was no one at home. Hang Shuheng sat alone in the rocking chair in the yard. As the chair rocked, he began to feel dizzy and fell asleep unknowingly.

When Song Ning brought Yang Yang back from visiting a friend, she saw a slightly drunk man sleeping in a rocking chair. Just as Yang Yang was about to call him "Daddy", Song Ning raised her index finger in front of his lips.

"Shh! Daddy seems to have fallen asleep, let's not disturb him." She whispered to Yangyang.

Yangyang suddenly realized what was going on and quickly covered his mouth, nodded to show that he understood, then picked up the kitten and tiptoed to another place to play.

Song Ning put down the sewing basket and walked over. He seemed to have drunk a lot and his face was slightly flushed. She bent over and asked him, but fortunately the smell of alcohol was not strong.

Just as she was about to stand up, her waist suddenly tightened and she fell on him. Before she could even scream, her soft lips were sealed by him...