A car accident, our family of three crossed

After yesterday's conflict, Hang's mother did not have breakfast with them today.

After breakfast, Hang Shuheng took Yangyang to Shuisheng's house again. Song Ning had nothing to do, so in order to avoid another conflict with Hang's mother, she simply went back to her room and closed the door after breakfast.

She was doing needlework by the window, where the light was brighter. She was thinking of taking some time to go to the county, buy some cloth to make clothes, and also make a few sets of clothes for the Shuisheng brothers. Yesterday she found that the brothers' clothes were quite old.

Hang's mother was in the house listening to the noise outside. She came out only after making sure that there was no one around. She sneaked into the kitchen to find something to eat. Today's breakfast was coarse grain porridge with scallion pancakes. The remaining food in the kitchen was quickly eaten up by her.

She licked the oil stains left on her fingers from the scallion pancake, feeling unsatisfied. She didn't expect that the little bitch was such a good cook and the food was delicious. What she didn't know was that the scallion pancake was actually made by Hang Shuheng.

Smacking her lips, she thought something was wrong. When did the family have fine noodles? Then she thought about the bowl of white rice she had yesterday. It was made from real refined rice, which was not cheap.

The more she thought about it, the more something seemed wrong. She opened the lids of the grain jars and was shocked to see that the rice jar and the flour jar were full to the brim with fine rice and flour.

However, her first reaction was not joy because there was enough food at home, but anger at how much private money her son and daughter-in-law had hidden and not handed over to her.

After all, it cost a lot of money to buy all these grains. Full of anger, she came out of the kitchen, rushed to the door of the east room, and pushed it open with a bang.

Such a loud noise really startled Song Ning. She didn't hold the embroidery needle properly and it pricked her finger, causing her to gasp in pain.

Hang's mother obviously didn't expect Song Ning to be in the house, and she stood there in a daze. She originally planned to come in and rummage through the drawers to find where she hid her private money, but she didn't expect to be caught red-handed as soon as she opened the door.

The two of them faced each other for a moment, and Song Ning asked first, "What's the matter?"

Mother Hang came to her senses, feeling somewhat guilty, and then asked again: "Let me ask you, where did all that rice and flour in the jar come from?"

Song Ning replied: "Where else could it come from? Of course I bought it."

"Bought it? Where did you get so much silver to buy so many fine grains and flour? Did you hide some private money?" asked Hang's mother.

"Great! You dare to hide the silver and not hand it over. Is this what your damn parents taught you? Where's the silver? Take it out." After saying that, she spread out her palms towards Song Ning.

"Why should I take it out?" Song Ning sneered.

"Just because I'm your mother-in-law, all the money you earn must be handed over to me." Hang's mother looked righteous.

"I'll hand it over to you, and then you can go get a witch to burn me to death, right?"

Song Ning stood up, approached her step by step and said, "I respect you, you are my mother-in-law. If I don't respect you, you are nothing. Don't act like a mother-in-law in front of me. It won't work."

Then she smiled strangely, intending to scare her, "I am possessed by a water ghost. Don't sleep too deeply at night, otherwise... hehe..."

Her smile and her words made Hang's mother shudder. She no longer cared about asking for the money and ran out with a scream.

"Hmph! Paper tiger." Song Ning complained mercilessly towards her back.

After being interrupted by Hang's mother, Song Ning lost interest and put away the sewing basket.

Hang Shuheng and his son did not come back until almost noon. Their trouser legs were all wet and they were carrying a basket.

As soon as he entered the yard, Yangyang shouted excitedly: "Mom, come and see! We have shrimp to eat tonight again."

Song Ning had already prepared lunch by then. When he heard the noise, he came out to see that the father and son were pouring the shrimps from the basket into a wooden barrel filled with water.

“Where are the shrimps?”

"We caught it!" Yangyang had never been so excited before, chattering non-stop, "Yesterday, Daddy took me and Brother Mudun to put the cage in the river..."

There is such a thing? She didn't even know about it. Seeing that their trouser legs were all wet, Song Ning hurriedly urged: "Look at you all wet, go back to the house and change your clothes so that you can come out for dinner. We'll eat shrimp tonight."

"Ok!"

The father and son quickly changed their clothes, ate their meal, and then went out mysteriously again.

It was already an afternoon when Song Ning went out. He was still wondering what they were busy with, but he didn't know that Hang Shuheng was at Shuisheng's house at this moment, working with Shuisheng to make the rocking chair.

Shuisheng had already built the frame and accessories. The remaining work only required assembling and fixing the accessories and taking care of some details, and everything would be done.

With Hang Shuheng's help, things were much easier than before, and the rocking chair was completed in just one afternoon.

"That's amazing! Uncle Hengzi, how did you come up with this thing? I never thought that a chair could be made like this."

Shuisheng exclaimed as he looked at the finished product. He pushed it and the chair began to sway back and forth. He couldn't help but feel unsure. It looked good, but could it really be used to sit? Wouldn't it flip over?

"There are many things you haven't thought of! This is just the beginner version, and it's quite simple." Hang Shuheng smiled and called Yangyang over to be the first person to experience it.

Yangyang was naturally very happy to do so. He had long wanted to sit on it and give it a try.

When Yangyang climbed onto the chair, the chair tilted backwards due to the force. Shuisheng was afraid that he would fall, so he subconsciously reached out to support the back of the chair, but before his hand touched it, the chair tilted forward again.

In his previous life, there was such a rocking chair in the yard of Yangyang's great-grandfather, Hang Shuheng's grandfather. Every time Yangyang went there to play, he would occupy it, so he knew how to use force to make the chair rock.

"Hahaha, it's so fun."

After making sure that the chair would not tip over, Shuisheng stared at the chair with shining eyes. He couldn't wait to try it out, and hurriedly urged Yangyang to get down.

"Yangyang, can you come down first and let Brother Shuisheng sit for a while?"

Yangyang cooperated and gave up his seat. Shuisheng sat on the chair, but he sat down too hard and the chair leaned back, causing his feet to leave the ground. The momentary feeling of weightlessness made him struggle with his hands and feet.

But even though he was struggling on the chair, it was still swinging normally and didn't flip over.

"It won't flip over. It really won't flip over." He was so excited as if he had created a masterpiece.

When Yangyang sees him struggling, he can turn into a lecturer and teach him how to balance and how to exert force.

"Brother Shuisheng, put your hands here and push your feet here..."

Following Yangyang's instructions, Shuisheng slowly found the feeling and mastered the swinging rules of the chair.

"Brother, brother, I want to sit for a while too." Mudun was watching enviously from the side and had been eager to try.