A car accident, our family of three crossed

Chapter 123 Wonderful, wonderful

Regardless of how sad Peng Desheng and Wan Baolu were, Song Ning and others strolled around the streets of the county town, and Zhou Ru experienced the joy of crazy shopping for the first time.

At the same time, it also allowed the master and servants to see how strong the shopping ability of Song Ning, a country woman, was. She was even better than the young lady from their wealthy family.

At this time, they had just come out of a ready-made clothing store. In addition to buying a set of ready-made clothes for each of the two children, Song Ning also picked out several pieces of cloth of different patterns and qualities.

Zhou Ru also bought a set of ready-made clothes, which Song Ning personally selected and matched for her. She liked it very much. She looked at the cloth that Zhou Yin and Zhou Tong were responsible for loading on the carriage and asked in confusion: "Sister Song, why did you buy so much cloth?" Some of the patterns were not suitable for young people to wear.

"I gave it as a gift."

"For someone else?"

How many people would have to give so much cloth to? Zhou Ru wondered, is this really a country woman? Why did she feel that when Song Ning spent money, she looked more like a girl from a wealthy family than she did?

The carriage, which was originally used to carry people, was now filled with goods. Zhou Ru's things were only a small part of it, and the rest were all things that Song Ning bought today.

Seeing that the carriage was no longer able to accommodate passengers, Zhou Ru could only ask Zhou Tong to go back home and drive another one.

After walking around for so long, they were all hungry when they stopped. Zhou Ru suggested that they go to the restaurant to have a meal before sending Song Ning and the two children back. When they were away from home, Song Ning would naturally not treat the children badly. They must eat and drink enough before returning home.

After the meal, Zhou Ru insisted on personally sending Song Ning and the children back to Shangtang Village, and then she reluctantly said goodbye to Song Ning and returned to the county town.

Mudun carried a bundle home with him as if it was his treasure. Shuisheng had returned home at some point and was now eating the lunch he had cooked himself.

When he saw Mudun coming back, he asked, "Mudun, where have you been? What are you holding?"

"Aunt took Yangyang and me into the city. We went to a teahouse for tea and snacks, and then to a restaurant for dinner. Aunt also bought me new clothes and shoes." Mudun opened the bundle like he was presenting a treasure, took out the clothes and shoes inside and showed them to Shuisheng, very excited, "Brother, look."

After Shuisheng heard him say so much, he suddenly felt that the meal in his hand no longer smelled good, the shoes on his feet were uncomfortable, and the clothes on his body looked shabby.

How jealous! This kid followed his aunt to eat delicacies in the restaurant, while he could only eat plain soup at home. He hadn't even taken a few bites when he lost his appetite.

Mudun's little mouth was still talking, as if he had endless things to say, but when he turned around, he found that his brother had already put down his bowl and left.

"Hey? Big brother, where are you going? You don't want to eat?"

"Don't eat, I'm full."

Mu Dun stared at the bowl of leftover rice in a daze. Was he full? He hadn't eaten much of the rice in the bowl...

In the county town, Wanjuan Bookstore is the gathering place for students in their spare time. Today is a day off, and many students are gathering here to discuss academic matters.

At this time, a man came in holding a crumpled piece of paper. When he saw the shopkeeper, he asked, "Shopkeeper, I have a piece of calligraphy. Would you like to buy it?"

The man did not lower his voice on purpose, and some students with sharp ears heard it. They walked closer with curiosity, but when they saw the crumpled paper folded in half in the man's hand, they lost interest instantly.

What good words could be written on such shabby paper? Although the shopkeeper looked down on it, he was running a business and it was not easy to refuse directly. He just said, "It depends on what's written." After he had read it, he would find some faults and find a reason to refuse.

"I don't know many words." The man laughed awkwardly and handed the paper to the shopkeeper, "Please take a look."

The shopkeeper took it and spread it out casually. Two lines of cursive calligraphy came into view, as if they had indomitable vitality.

Looking at the two lines of words again, the shopkeeper retracted his previous thoughts. It was too superficial to judge the content based on the quality of the paper. These two lines of words, coupled with this vibrant font, were really...

"Excellent, wonderful, really wonderful, hahahaha..." The shopkeeper looked at the two lines of words on the paper and admired them greatly. He couldn't help but read them out loud, "What a great man who is not afraid of being torn to pieces, but wants to leave a clear name in the world."

Those students who had been uninterested before turned back after hearing the shopkeeper recite this line of poetry.

"Boss, let me take a look too!"

"Don't worry, don't worry." The shopkeeper was afraid that the students would push and crowd him, so he quickly held up the paper high so that the students could see it clearly.

"Good words, good words!"

"Good calligraphy and good poetry are not afraid of being torn to pieces, but want to leave a clear reputation in the world. This is really a good poem!"

"Look at the brushstrokes, flowing like clouds and water. Could it be the work of a great calligrapher?"

The man selling calligraphy saw that everyone was crowded together to watch and discuss, and almost squeezed him out. The shopkeeper completely forgot about his existence.

"Well, shopkeeper." The man had to remind him, "Look, do you want to accept this calligraphy?"

After he reminded him, the shopkeeper suddenly remembered his existence and cleared his throat awkwardly, "Take it, I'll take it for two hundred yuan, what do you think?"

The man was overjoyed when he heard this and agreed without hesitation. He originally just wanted to try his luck, but he didn't expect that it could really be sold. Two hundred yuan was enough for him to have a few drinks.

The shopkeeper asked the accountant to pay the man's bill, and then asked, "I wonder where this calligraphy came from, and who wrote these two lines of poetry?" He was very curious about what kind of person could write such poems, and be willing to die for his own innocence.

The man claimed that he worked in the county jail and that he had picked up the calligraphy. He thought it was beautifully written, so he took it out to try his luck and see if he could sell it for some money.

When everyone heard that the man was working in the county jail, they thought of the Hang Tongsheng who was now imprisoned in the jail. It was indeed appropriate for a scholar who was wrongfully imprisoned to write such a poem while in prison.

"You said you were working in the county jail. Could this calligraphy be written by that Hang Tongsheng?"

"Yes, it was written by Hang Tongsheng."

Upon hearing this, everyone couldn't help but ask the man about Hang Tongsheng's situation. The man counted the copper coins and talked about it at length.

"Hang Tongsheng is very comfortable in the prison. I have been a guard in the prison for so many years, and I have never seen anyone who is not afraid of death. He eats when he is supposed to, and sleeps when he is supposed to. Sometimes he is really bored, so he asks us to borrow a chessboard to play chess, or paper and pen to write. This calligraphy he wrote today, and he seemed not satisfied with it, so he threw it away. I thought it was beautifully written, so I picked it up and kept it."

The shopkeeper came close to the paper and smelled it. The ink was thick, and the words were indeed newly written.