A car accident, our family of three crossed

Song Ning also distributed the moisturizing cream and hand cream that he bought from Mei's rouge shop today to Xu and Qingshuang. Xu held them in her hands with great care and thanked Song Ning profusely, while Qingshuang disliked these things as they were effeminate and as a martial artist she did not like to use them.

Besides, these things have strong fragrance. As a secret guard, she cannot use these scented things. Otherwise, when she is on a mission, there is a high possibility that her whereabouts will be exposed because of these fragrances, thus losing her life.

"The weather is so dry, we women need to take care of our skin. You are a young girl, don't just do violence. You are different now." He took her hand and stroked her palm, "Look at this hand, it's full of calluses, it's so rough."

Song Ning knew that her consideration was correct, but the current situation was different after all. She was no longer a secret guard, right? She no longer needed to lurk in the dark like before.

"It is not good for martial artists to put on makeup."

No matter what Song Ning said, Qing Shuang still insisted on refusing. In the end, she could only give up temporarily, but she did not give up. "Okay, I won't force you. Let's study it later and see if we can make a tasteless one."

Since the book "Introduction to Calligraphy" was launched in Wanjuan Bookstore, it has received extremely good responses. Even though Manager Lu had made full preparations in advance and printed a large number of stocks, they were still sold out very quickly.

Although this book is in short supply at the moment, Shopkeeper Lu knows that the book's staying power will definitely not be as strong as that of "The Gourd Story".

"Introduction to Calligraphy" only has novel ideas, but the content is already known or predictable, and it is too easy to imitate. Once this book is published, it will not take long before every bookstore in the county will print out pirated copies to sell.

Wanjuan Bookstore can only take advantage of this opportunity and make a fortune before others. It may be difficult to have such a grand occasion again in the future.

"The Gourd" is different. Its story is unknown, and as long as the subsequent story is not finished, it can keep people's appetite.

Therefore, after being busy for a while, Shopkeeper Lu went to Shangtang Village without stopping. He had to get the drawings for the next volume of "The Gourd" as soon as possible so that he could live comfortably in this year.

Before that, he still wanted to talk to Hang Shuheng about "Introduction to Calligraphy", because some bookstores in the county had begun to take action in the past one or two days.

"Now there are a small number of books similar to "Calligraphy Enlightenment" in the county, and they are beginning to circulate on the market."

Nowadays, there are not just one, but many kinds of books derived from "Introduction to Calligraphy" on the market.

We have to admit that people who are good at business have extremely flexible minds. When a new book comes out, many people can seize the business opportunity and derive more products.

Shopkeeper Lu was helpless in the face of this situation, but he also knew that this trend could not be stopped. After all, he was not the one in charge of all the bookstores in the world, and he could not stop others from publishing and selling their own books.

He was just a little unwilling to accept it. His family hadn't even finished eating the hot meat yet, and someone else came to share the food with him so soon.

Shopkeeper Lu sighed, "This situation is also expected. I just didn't expect those people to act so quickly. All kinds of books appeared on the market so quickly."

Hang Shuheng listened to him talking a lot, and then asked, "How are the sales of those books?"

Speaking of sales, Shopkeeper Lu was slightly relieved and smiled complacently, "Of course, it can't be compared with ours. In terms of sales, no one in this county can compare with our Wanjuan Bookstore."

"That's it, you have nothing to worry about." Hang Shuheng raised his eyebrows and continued, "It's impossible for one company to monopolize any industry. It's enough for us to be the leader. We are the first to publish this kind of books. No matter how many pirated books other companies publish, they can't surpass us."

He drank a sip of tea and tried to persuade him, "We are all in the same business. If we have meat to eat, we should let others lick the bottom of the plate as well. That way, we can coexist harmoniously, right?"

Upon hearing this, Shopkeeper Lu fell into deep thought and was silent for a long while. He looked at the person in front of him and thought to himself that this young man, although young, had a very broad vision.

Moreover, after listening to him say so much, Shopkeeper Lu felt that it made a lot of sense.

"Shuheng, with your brains, it would be a shame if you don't go into business." Even though he has been a businessman for so many years, he always gains something every time he talks with Hang Shuheng.

Hang Shuheng waved his hands when he heard this. "Business is too brain-consuming. Rather than worrying about so many things, I prefer to just sit back and collect dividends."

Let others do the worrying!

Thinking about his previous life, he was a business tycoon with so many employees under him. He had to work all day long and had little personal time.

In this life, coming here, he felt that it would be better to be a shareholder who did not have to take care of much of the affairs. He could sit at home and wealth would come from all directions. This feeling was really comfortable.

Now, he just has to worry about the workshop affairs. When the workshop starts to operate in the future, he only needs to focus on the core technology and production volume. Zhou Huan will naturally be responsible for the external sales volume.

As for the design aspect, he doesn't feel any pressure about it.

Shopkeeper Lu snorted in annoyance. Doing business requires brainpower, but does studying not require brainpower at all?

But on second thought, Shopkeeper Lu still felt that if he had to choose between studying and doing business, then studying hard and taking the imperial examinations would be the top priority.

He believed that with Hang Shuheng's vision and pattern, coupled with his own extraordinary knowledge, it would not be impossible for him to pass the examination and enter the Golden Palace in time.

Regarding the issues related to the book "Introduction to Calligraphy", after talking with Hang Shuheng, Shopkeeper Lu's originally restless heart calmed down.

Then, he began to laugh at himself in his heart, thinking that he was an old man but was not as patient as this young man.

After this matter was exposed, Shopkeeper Lu started to focus on the main purpose of his visit today. "Um... Shuheng, you said last time that after you finish the work on "Introduction to Calligraphy", what about the draft of "The Gourd"? "

When he brought it up, he was still a little hesitant, wondering what excuse the other party would use to evade him this time. After all, every time before, it was either this or that reason, and he was almost traumatized by the rejection.

However, this time, Hang Shuheng did not find various reasons to refuse to hand in the manuscript. Instead, he happily handed him a stapled draft.

Shopkeeper Lu was holding the draft drawing in his hand, feeling somewhat flattered. He thought he would have to go through a lot of trouble to get the drawing, but now he got it already?

Happiness came too suddenly, he felt a sense of unreality and a little dizzy.

Before coming, he had even prepared a lot of words to persuade the other party, but now, none of them were useful.

"This, is this all right?"

"What? You don't want it? Then give it back!" Hang Shuheng said, pretending to snatch the drawing back from him.

When Shopkeeper Lu saw the hand he extended, he immediately became alert and quickly dodged, "Yes, yes, yes, of course. Others may not know, but don't you know? I, your uncle, have lost a lot of hair waiting for this day."

He sat a little further away from Hang Shuheng, as if he was on guard against the other party suddenly trying to snatch the manuscript back.

Seeing that the distance was still safe, he opened the drawing with great care and began to read it with great interest.

I couldn't stop watching it. Even after I finished, I still felt unsatisfied. "It's wonderful! Wonderful! What's wrong with your kid's brain? How can he have such wild ideas?"

"Just think of him as a child prodigy!"

Shopkeeper Lu completely agreed with Hang Shuheng's statement. Isn't he a child prodigy?

They all eat the same whole grains, so why is this child so different from other children?

What a pity! This is only the second volume, and I don’t know when I will have to wait for the next one.

But for now, something is better than nothing. With this volume, Shopkeeper Lu still feels satisfied. He seems to see the huge amounts of silver coming towards him again.

When he thought of this, Shopkeeper Lu could no longer sit still and immediately went back to the county town to start preparations. It would be best if it could be launched before the New Year.

"Uncle Lu, no matter how urgent this matter is, it doesn't matter a moment. Let's eat first before leaving!"

"Business matters, business matters matter."

Even though Hang Shuheng and his wife tried their best to keep him, Shopkeeper Lu remained unmoved and got on the carriage and left.

After Shopkeeper Lu brought the draft back, he started working on it that same day. Within two days, the sample was delivered to Hang Shuheng.

Due to the experience from the last time, Wanjuan Bookstore did a very good job this time and printed a large number of copies in a short period of time. However, it was still far from enough as there were too many people eyeing the follow-up of "The Calabash Brothers".

No matter how busy Manager Lu is, it has no impact on Hang Shuheng. Anyway, he has already submitted the manuscript, and the rest is not his concern.

The weather was cold at the end of the year, and it snowed from time to time. In such a cold weather, at the suggestion of Hang Shuheng, the manor on the mountain was temporarily suspended, and would resume work after the New Year, which would be like a winter vacation for everyone.

The villagers also worked hard for several months, and everyone received a considerable amount of wages, with a satisfied smile on their face.

At noon that day, two strangers came to Shangtang Village. They were a middle-aged couple.

As soon as they entered the village, the two men asked the villagers about Song Xiucai's home, claiming to be relatives of Song Xiucai's wife's family.

The villagers were quite puzzled. Xiucai Song had lived in the village for so many years, and no one had ever come to visit him. Now Xiucai Song had been dead for several years, and his wife had been dead for more than ten years.

No one came to visit him when he was alive. How come he has been dead for so many years, but suddenly two people show up to inquire about his family background, saying they are their relatives.

However, despite their doubts, the villagers still enthusiastically helped lead the couple to the Hang family's house, and shouted to the courtyard outside the door: "Shuheng's wife, is Shuheng's wife home? Come out and see, someone is looking for you, saying that it is your relative."

While the couple was waiting, they kept looking around the yard, their eyes full of calculations.

This yard is really big! From the time they entered the village, this yard is really the largest in the village.

Look at the thick and solid door panel, the blue brick wall, and the bluestone slabs on the ground in the yard. Wow! This is no different from the yards where people in the city live!

In the yard, Hang Shuheng and his wife heard the shouting outside and walked out together.

"Aunts, what you are talking about is..." Song Ning looked at the strange middle-aged couple meaningfully and sized them up.

Without waiting for the aunts to introduce themselves, the couple walked forward, and the woman even moved closer to Song Ning and tried to grab his hand.

Song Ning took two steps back cautiously, and retreated directly behind Hang Shuheng, and asked vigilantly: "I'm sorry, I don't know you."

The woman withdrew her hand awkwardly and said with a smile: "Nannan, we are your uncle and aunt! We have been looking for you and your daughter for many years."

Hearing this, Hang Shuheng and Song Ning looked at each other, and both had the same thought: liar.

No matter what era it is, at the end of the year, there will always be some people who always want to gain benefits through some improper means. It is obvious that there are big problems with this couple in front of us.

Hang Shuheng gave Song Ning a calming look, then turned to look at the couple, "I think you have found the wrong person. We don't have any uncle or aunt."

"No, it's not wrong." The middle-aged man looked at Song Ning and said, "You look a lot like your mother. When I saw your face, it was like seeing my younger sister. It's not wrong, you are my younger sister's daughter."

After these words were spoken, not only Hang Shuheng and Song Ning, but also the aunts who had just led the couple, looked at them with strange eyes.

Everyone in the village knows that Shuheng's wife looks like her father. Why does this person say that she looks like her mother?

Could it be a liar?

Seeing that the young couple had become rich and had no elders at home, he just made up an identity to pretend to be their elder.

The middle-aged couple didn't realize that what they said had aroused suspicion, and continued: "How about we go into the yard and talk! It's freezing cold, and it's cold to talk outside."

"Let's make it clear here!" Hang Shuheng refused calmly, and then said: "It's not uncommon for mother and daughter to look alike. This alone is not enough to prove your relationship with my wife. If you can't produce strong evidence today, please go back!"

"Ah! I know it's normal for you not to believe us when we come to you so rashly."

The middle-aged man sighed, and then began to recite to Song Ning the life story of his younger sister, "Our surname is Yao, and we are from Ningzhou. My name is Yao Feng, and my younger sister, who is also your mother, is called Yao Chuchu..."