A car accident, our family of three crossed

The next morning, He Dazhu and his wife personally sent their child back to the primary school and paid the tuition again.

At the same time, he apologized humbly, "Master Liu, Master Song, I'm really sorry! This kid is too naughty and has caused you trouble."

Master Liu and Song Ning looked at each other and admired her in their hearts. She was right. The family sent the child back so quickly.

"It's normal for children to be naughty. If they made mistakes before, they can just change for the better in the future."

"Yes, yes, Master Liu, you are right."

Song Ning found it quite strange to see He Dazhu like this. In her impression, this person has always been a carefree person. She had never been so reasonable.

She turned her head to look at Xiaohe next to He Dazhui, and thought, maybe it was because he had a more understanding daughter-in-law by his side, so he also began to understand.

The old saying is true! Marry a virtuous wife, and a virtuous wife will bring less trouble to your husband.

When He Li was still alive, He Dazhu was either instigated to do some sneaky things or on his way to do some sneaky things every other day.

Now it’s better. I haven’t seen him doing anything naughty for a long time.

While Song Ning was thinking, Master Liu had already been talking to the couple for quite a while.

However, Master Liu spoke very tactfully, as if he was afraid of hurting everyone's harmony.

When it came to Song Ning, she didn't give him any face at all, "You know what kind of character your own children are. We have to say ugly words in advance. In school, if the children don't listen to discipline, we will still punish them."

"We know, we know. This child was spoiled by his grandparents. If he dares to disobey in school, Master Liu, Master Song, you can discipline him."

Seeing that they were speaking sincerely, Song Ning nodded, "In that case, I don't want the same thing as yesterday to happen again." She was referring to the incident in which the two elders in her family came to the school gate to make trouble. "If it happens again, your children will never be accepted by the school."

"Yes, yes, yes, don't worry, there will never be a next time. If there is a next time, we will not be able to send the child back."

"It's good that you know." Song Ning glanced at He Jinbao, whose face was drooping. It was obvious that he had been punished at home. "He Jinbao, come in!"

He Jinbao looked up, and from an angle where his father couldn't see, he glared at Song Ning fiercely, then ran towards the classroom.

Song Ning was so angry that he almost laughed. What's the matter, little guy? Why is he still not convinced?

After chatting for a few words, Master Liu turned around and followed him into the classroom. This was his class.

The child's issue had been resolved, and He Dazhu and his wife were about to say goodbye and leave. When they turned around to leave, Song Ning called Xiaohe.

"Xiao He, wait a moment, I have something I want to talk to you about."

When dealing with He Jinbao's matter just now, Xiao He basically didn't say anything from beginning to end.

However, Song Ning heard that at first, the two elders in He Dazhu's family were reluctant to spend money to send their child to school. It was Xiao He who insisted and persuaded He Dazhu, and finally they decided to send the child.

After hearing Song Ning say that he had something to discuss with Xiaohe, He Dazhu left first, leaving Xiaohe alone.

"Master Song, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"I heard that you insisted on sending the child to the academy?"

"What's wrong? No, not allowed?" Xiao He didn't expect that what she wanted to talk to her about was He Jinbao's child, and she was a little unsure about Song Ning's attitude towards the matter.

"Nothing, I just think you are very generous in this matter." She looked at her with some admiration.

Hearing this, Xiao He smiled awkwardly, "No, no, I just don't know how to discipline him. After all, he's not my child, so I can't hit him or scold him. If I'm not careful, I'll be labeled a vicious stepmother."

Even Song Ning was a little impressed by this thought and awareness.

"It's really hard to be a stepmother!" Song Ning teased, and then changed the subject, "What I want to talk to you about is needlework. I know you are very good at embroidery. Our elementary school may offer courses in needlework. I would like to invite you to be a teacher and teach the girls in the village some skills. Are you interested?"

"Are you serious? I do." Xiao He didn't expect that such a good thing would happen to her, so she quickly nodded and agreed.

As she left the elementary school, she was still thinking about it. She would giggle foolishly from time to time, but was afraid of being seen, so she quickly covered her mouth.

The primary school gradually got on track, and the workshop also began to operate officially.

Led by Mr. Jiang, Shuisheng and others, the original small workshop was officially moved into the big workshop.

During the spring ploughing season this year, the farmers in Shangtang Village benefited from using the first batch of simple, convenient and fast agricultural tools, which saved a great deal of time and labor costs in farming.

The villagers were busy in the fields, but everyone had a relaxed and happy smile on their face.

With the right agricultural tools, we no longer have to treat people like oxen, working ourselves to death and doing only a small amount of work a day as we did in the past.

Mr. Jiang took some time out to inspect the fields. He saw people working in the fields still happily singing folk songs. When people saw him, they stopped what they were doing and thanked him.

"Mr. Jiang, you are here."

"Mr. Jiang, look, thanks to you leading the young men in our village to make farm tools, this is really a benefit to us ordinary people. Thank you so much."

At this moment, Jiang Lao was extremely excited and his eyes were filled with tears. He was extremely glad that he had chosen to come here and stay here. Everything he had done in the past was worth it when he saw this thriving scene.

But he knew that the person who made the greatest contribution was not him, but the person who designed these farm tools.

If no one designed these things, even if the craftsmen had thousands of skills, they would not be able to display them, and he would just be an old man who could only talk, drink tea and fish.

After returning from the fields, Mr. Jiang did not go back to the workshop, but went directly to the Hang family.

When he met Hang Shuheng, he didn't say much. He just told Hang Shuheng that he had just come back from the fields. Then he fell silent and kept drinking tea. He didn't say anything until he left.

Hang Shuheng was still a little surprised, and turned around to ask Qingshuang who was sweeping fallen leaves in the yard, "Did I say something inappropriate that made Mr. Jiang unhappy?"

Qingshuang raised her eyelids and gave him a look that said, "You ask me, but who should I ask?" Then she lowered her eyelids and continued to sweep the fallen leaves.