A car accident, our family of three crossed

Zhou Huan came to visit, so Song Ning couldn't be as casual as she was when she entertained Zhou Ru. She was supported by Hang Shuheng and walked out of the house. In fact, she didn't need to be supported at all. Hang Shuheng was just making a fuss. She just felt a little sore, not that she couldn't walk.

"Shopkeeper Zhou." Song Ning bowed to him. Yang Yang stuck to Song Ning and called out sweetly, "Hello, Grandpa Zhou!"

"No need to be so polite, no need to be so polite. I heard from Ru'er that you fell and were injured. You'd better sit down quickly." Zhou Huan hurriedly gave her a fake support and then praised Yangyang.

"Yes, Sister Song, please sit down!" Zhou Ru helped Song Ning sit down and put the medicine she brought in front of Song Ning. "Sister Song, this medicine is very effective for injuries."

Song Ning gladly accepted it, "Sister Ru is very thoughtful." She turned to Zhou Huan and said, "I wonder what brings Shopkeeper Zhou to visit us personally?"

Zhou Huan heard them addressing him so politely, so he said shamelessly, "We are acquaintances now. Don't always call me Shopkeeper Zhou. It's too strange. Ru'er is so close to you. Considering the seniority, it's not too much for you to call me uncle, right?"

Upon hearing this, Song Ning and Hang Shuheng looked at each other. What on earth was Shopkeeper Zhou up to?

But they had no objection to this and readily called him uncle. Then, Hang Shuheng said, "Uncle Zhou, just tell me what you want to say!"

"That's why I came here." Zhou Huan took out the atlas from his arms and looked at Song Ning, "I want to confirm whether these drawings were made by you?"

"Yes." Song Ning nodded in agreement. "Do you think these pictures can be used in Jubao Pavilion? Can you see the details clearly? I was worried that the craftsmen would not be able to make overly complicated designs, so I specially picked out these simpler ones."

"What? Are you saying that you have drawn other designs besides the ones in this book?" Zhou Huan immediately noticed the key point, "Can I take a look?"

"of course can."

Song Ning glanced at Hang Shuheng, and without her saying anything, Hang Shuheng got up and went to the study, quickly took out a few pages of paper and placed them in front of Zhou Huan.

Zhou Huan and Zhou Ru's eyes moved to the drawings and they were glued to them, unwilling to move away. These drawings were just as Song Ning said, the designs and patterns were more complicated, but they looked better. They could imagine that if these pieces of jewelry were made, they would definitely be in high demand.

"This is so beautiful!" Zhou Ru couldn't help but admire.

Seeing how excited they were, Song Ning generously said, "If these drawings are useful, take them with you. If the craftsmen can make them, my drawings won't be in vain."

Zhou Huan was slightly stunned when he heard this. Although Song Ning wanted to give it to him, he couldn't accept it shamelessly. "No, no, wouldn't that be taking advantage of you?"

He pondered for a moment and said, "You name a price and I'll buy these drawings. What do you think?" After that, he thought about it and came up with a new idea, "Or, I can hire you as a painter for our Jubao Pavilion and give you a monthly salary of 100 taels. What do you think?"

A monthly salary of one hundred taels is absolutely unique. The monthly salary of all the painters in Jubao Pavilion combined is not more than what she gets alone.

Song Ning had no idea about money in this era, so she didn't care. However, Hang Shuheng coughed dryly, looked at Zhou Huan with a half-smile and joked, "Uncle Zhou, I just changed my words to call you uncle, and now you want to take advantage of me."

Zhou Huan paused, "What do you mean?" He thought that the price he offered was very considerable.

"Given the scale of Jubao Pavilion, I believe that shops must be opened all over Dongli Country! No matter which of these styles are made, it is a sure profit. If they are distributed to Jubao Pavilions throughout Dongli Country, even if half of the profits are divided, it will be more than a hundred taels a month." Hang Shuheng pointed to the drawings, "What's more, there is more than one style."

After hearing what Hang Shuheng said, Zhou Huan's face suddenly turned red. He didn't expect that Hang Shuheng, a scholar, knew so much about the ins and outs of doing business. Although what he said was right, who would hire a master like this?

Song Ning also felt a little embarrassed when she saw Hang Shuheng speaking so directly, but her man was fighting for her rights, so she naturally would not be ignorant and sabotage him, and she responded with a smile throughout.

Only Zhou Ru didn't understand all the twists and turns, and looked here and there in confusion.

After Zhou Huan thought deeply, he said, "I am a bit abrupt. We can discuss these issues carefully."

"There's no rush. You've come here from far away and you haven't had a meal yet. If you don't mind the simple meals of country folk, why don't you eat here? It's a good opportunity for you to try my cooking." If they continued discussing, they wouldn't have to eat lunch.

"You don't have to rush. I have asked someone to order some food and wine from Zui Xiang Ju. They should be on the way here now. Hahaha!" Zhou Huan gave a few dry laughs that only made things more obvious.

They arrived at an inopportune time, neither too early nor too late, just at dinner time, but they couldn't finish what they wanted to say in a short time, and they couldn't want to cause trouble for the host.

Hang Shuheng was stunned for a moment, while Song Ning couldn't help laughing. She didn't expect that this uncle was so cute.

"Uncle, you came prepared!"

As he was talking, the person in charge of ordering wine and food from the restaurant had already delivered the food boxes. Zhou Huan took over as the host and ordered the servants to set the wine and food on the table, and then invited Hang Shuheng and his family of three to take a seat.

"These are Zui Xiang Ju's signature dishes. I don't know if they suit your taste. Come and try them."

"Uncle Zhou, you are too polite."

The meal was over quickly and was cleaned up by the servants of the Zhou residence, so there was no need for Song Ning and Hang Shuheng to do anything.

Zhou Huan found an excuse to send Zhou Ru and Song Ning away, "Ru'er, help your sister Song back to the room to rest. Didn't you bring some medicine? Apply some and rub it on."

As soon as he saw Song Ning, he noticed something was wrong. Who would wear a scarf around their neck in such hot summer? Unless she was trying to hide something, only his silly girl could be fooled.

After they left, Zhou Huan asked Hang Shuheng with a serious face: "Did you encounter any trouble?"

"Did you figure it out?" Hang Shuheng did not deny it.

"What happened?"

"Master Wan hired assassins to kill us."

Hang Shuheng recalled what happened that night and told Zhou Huan, but Zhou Huan was a little confused.

"Are you sure it was the killer hired by Master Wan?"

"I can't think of anyone other than him who wants our lives, and the killer confirmed that."

"This is weird." Zhou Huan stroked his chin, really unable to figure out the hidden truth. "You may not know, Master Wan hanged himself in his own room last night."

"What? You said Master Wan is dead?" This time, it was Hang Shuheng's turn to be shocked.