A car accident, our family of three crossed

"Oh! Young Master, you really have paintings to sell? Then I, Lu, must take a good look at them."

Shopkeeper Lu really didn't expect that this Mr. Hang actually brought his son's paintings just because he said something polite.

Because of his previous experience, he didn't dare to jump to conclusions before seeing the content.

He believed that the work that this young man could show off must be unique, and he wanted to see what amazing work a little kid could draw.

So, with curiosity and exploration in mind, he opened the small picture album, and when his eyes fell on the contents of the album, he couldn't take his eyes off.

It’s not that the painting is so good, but that the style is novel, vivid and interesting, and the story in the painting is even more fascinating. Every frame is related, just like a storybook with pictures.

It is also worth mentioning that the font used to mark the narration on each frame is a font he has never seen before. It is round and cute, and it looks inexplicably funny.

Shopkeeper Lu couldn't help but ask Hang Shuheng for confirmation: "Excuse me, Mr. Hang Tongsheng, how old is the young master this year?"

If he remembered correctly, he had seen the child at Zhou Huan's birthday party not long ago. He looked no more than three or four years old.

"It will be four years old next spring."

In other words, it was unbelievable that he could draw such a vivid and interesting picture book before he was four years old. It was hard for him not to question, "Did the little boy really draw this picture book himself?"

"The picture was drawn by the child, and the narration was added by the child himself at the request of his mother."

Shopkeeper Lu was silent for a long time. Who are this family and why are all their moves so top-notch?

"I wonder if Mrs. Hang is interested..."

"No."

Shopkeeper Lu was ruthlessly interrupted by Hang Shuheng before he could finish his words. He couldn't help but feel ashamed. He hadn't even said anything yet! He had already refused.

Hang Shuheng curled his lips. He knew exactly what Shopkeeper Lu was thinking. Wasn't he just going to ask his wife if she was interested in copying books? His plan was clear.

"If Shopkeeper Lu is interested in the calligraphy on it, you can copy it at will. As for this album, you can keep it and take a look at it first. We can discuss it in detail later."

In the end, Shopkeeper Lu left the album temporarily, discussed some details with Hang Shuheng, and signed the contract.

Coming out of Wanjuan Bookstore, he saw Uncle Chai already waiting in the carriage, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "Where are the Madam and the others?"

Uncle Chai told him what had just happened on the street and how Song Ning and others had gone to the Wang family in Xiaoyu Hutong.

Hang Shuheng got on the carriage without saying anything, without noticing that a man at the tea stand next to him was watching him get on the carriage with shocked eyes until the carriage drove away.

This person was none other than Zhang Dazhuang from the Zhang family in Xiaoquan Village.

Zhang Dazhuang watched the carriage leave until it disappeared around the corner of the street, then he came to his senses.

He took a big gulp of tea, said goodbye to his companions, and left in a hurry.

I really didn't expect that after such a short period of not seeing him, his cousin could actually ride in a carriage. Could it be that he has become rich?

It seems that he has to find out what his cousin has been doing recently. Then, he can make use of his aunt and maybe get some money from the other party.

Even if he was kicked out of the family, the fact that his aunt was his biological mother was an unchangeable fact. It didn't make sense that he would abandon his biological mother to her parents' home and not care about her life or death after he became rich and lived a good life?

Their family treats my aunt to delicious food and drinks, so it’s not too much to ask for some compensation, right?

Thinking of this, Zhang Dazhuang couldn't help but laugh evilly. He, Hang Shuheng, had to accept this account whether he wanted to or not.

As long as he could successfully get some money from Hang Shuheng, he would be able to pay off the debt he owed in the gambling house.

Hang Shuheng's carriage arrived at Xiaoyu Hutong to pick up Song Ning and others, and then went to the meat and vegetable market to buy some ingredients, and finally left the city and returned to the village.

Zhang Dazhuang naturally couldn't walk as fast as a carriage on foot, so at the city gate, he scraped out two copper coins and tried to hire an ox cart.

The coachman looked at him like a fool for a long time, and finally waved his whip to drive him away.

"Go, go, go, don't interfere with my business here."

However, Zhang Dazhuang still shamelessly pestered him, "Uncle, it's almost noon now, and there aren't many people here. Why don't you give me a ride?"

"Get out of the way! If you dare to block here again, don't blame me for being rude." After saying that, the man suddenly cracked the whip, making a crisp sound.

Zhang Dazhuang was shocked. If the whip hit him, his skin would be torn to pieces! He had no choice but to leave in disgrace.

As he left, he didn't forget to say, "Pah, who wants to ride in your car?"

Since he couldn't take a ox cart, he could only walk, resting from time to time along the way. When he reached Shangtang Village, it was already noon.

The aroma of food wafted from every household, which made him, who was tired and hungry after walking all the way, even more hungry.

As you enter the village, it is hard not to notice the large bare space at the foot of the mountain from afar.

In Shangtang Village today, the most talked-about topic among the villagers is Hang Shuheng's plan to set up a workshop. Therefore, Zhang Dazhuang didn't need to ask much to know a thing or two.

It was incredible, really incredible. He didn't expect that his cousin was so capable now. Not only did he buy such a large piece of land, but he also wanted to build a workshop on it.

How much money must have been spent just to buy that piece of land! Zhang Dazhuang couldn't imagine it for the time being, but it must have been a huge sum of money.

Besides, his cousin is going to build a workshop next, and he will definitely need a lot of money. Wouldn't it be better if this money could be used to pay off his debts?

This time, Zhang Dazhuang was able to keep his composure. He did not rush to look for Shanghang Shuheng, but quietly bypassed Shangtang Village and headed towards Xiaoquan Village.

He had to go back and discuss with his parents to see how he could get some money from Hang Shuheng. He had never been so eager to go home before. As long as he thought about getting money from Hang Shuheng soon, his steps would unconsciously quicken.

Recently, the people from the gambling house have been collecting debts, so he has been hiding outside and has not returned home for several days.

However, when people are unlucky, the more they fear something, the more likely it is to happen.

When Zhang Dazhuang returned to Xiaoquan Village and arrived at his doorstep, the people from the gambling house had already arrived at his door.