A car accident, our family of three crossed

Chapter 170 The End of the Wan Family

Song Ning knew nothing about the mutual attacks between Hang's mother and Zhang Cuiju.

At this time, Yangyang was holding a stack of previously drawn paintings in front of her, "Mom, can you help me write on them? There are many words I can't write."

"Of course you can! What does Yangyang want mother to help write?" Song Ning took the drawing paper and flipped through it page by page. This child actually arranged the order of each page in an orderly manner. According to the order, Song Ning took out the first one at the top, "Then let's go through it page by page. What should we write on this page?"

Yang Yang blurted out without thinking: "The old man went up the mountain to collect herbs, saved a little bird, and accidentally fell off the cliff..."

After he finished talking about one page, he went on to the next one. Song Ning understood immediately that he wanted her to help write the narration and dialogue to make the picture more vivid.

"Mom knows how to write. Yangyang is really amazing. He will soon become a cartoonist!" Song Ning gave him the greatest affirmation without hesitation.

In his previous life, the child said that he wanted to be a cartoonist when he grew up. She thought he was just talking and might forget about it. However, she didn't expect that he not only had an extraordinary talent for painting, but also had never wavered in his desire to become a cartoonist.

Nothing could make Yangyang happier than receiving praise from his mother. He even got a little carried away and boasted, "When I become a cartoonist in the future, I can draw more pictures and let people all over the world see my cartoons, hahahaha."

Song Ning would naturally not discourage her child's enthusiasm. "Mom is just waiting for that day. By then, I will be the mother of a cartoonist. There will definitely be many people who envy me."

Hang Shuheng was multitasking. While reading, he was also paying attention to the dynamics of the mother and son, listening to their imaginations about the future with a doting smile on his face. He couldn't help but think that with Yang Yang's painting style, maybe it would really set off a trend in this era.

"Then let's get to work now! There are so many of them, it's really a big project!"

Song Ning thought for a moment before putting pen to paper, and finally decided to use a more cute and adorable round font to write the narration on the screen.

"Wow! Mom, your handwriting is so cute!" Yangyang held the painting with the narration written by Song Ning and brought it to Hang Shuheng, eager to share this interesting discovery with him, "Daddy, look, Mom's handwriting is so cute, isn't it?"

Hang Shuheng put down the book, took the painting from his hand, and encouraged him: "Yangyang, mother knows a lot! You must learn from mother!"

"Well! I will."

Yangyang returned to Song Ning with the painting in his hand. The mother and son, one of them wrote while the other stood by and gave prompts on the lines from time to time. They collaborated very happily.

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In just three days, under the thunderous measures of the prefect, all the assets of the Wan family were confiscated and handed over to the garrison troops in the prefecture city for transportation. Wan Baolu was convicted of robbing women, occupying farmland, and forcing people to death. The evidence was conclusive and he was sentenced to be executed in the autumn.

When this notice was posted, some were happy and some were sad. The people in the city felt that they had gotten rid of a scourge, and they were very happy. Those who had been oppressed by Wan Baolu burst into tears of joy, and even cried together. Master Wan suddenly aged several dozen years, his hair turned white overnight. Although he was not yet in his prime, he looked like an old man who was about to die, without any energy or spirit.

At this time, the Wan family was placed in a small courtyard by Peng Desheng. Although it was crowded, it was much better than sleeping on the streets. The servants of the Wan family had been dismissed. The prefect was kind enough to allow the slaves who had signed the indenture to redeem themselves if they were able, and those who could not redeem themselves could only wait to be sold.

The Wan family's shop has now become a popular commodity in the eyes of merchants. Countless merchants are ready to make a move, just waiting for the government to sell the shops so that they can grab the shop they like.

The disturbances in the outside world have nothing to do with the Wan family now. Mr. Wan can't figure out why the Wan family has fallen to this point. Every night when it's quiet, he can't sleep at night. He keeps reviewing the root cause of the Wan family's misfortune in his mind, and finally comes to a conclusion: Shangtang Village, Hang Tongsheng.

That's right, all these misfortunes were closely related to Hang Tongsheng from Shangtang Village. Ever since they met Hang Tongsheng, the Wan family started to have troubles. At first, the Wan family suffered a loss for a secret book. Moreover, if they hadn't met Hang Tongsheng, Wan Baolu wouldn't have had any contact with him, and wouldn't have said such treasonous words.

Mr. Wan would never admit that Wan Baolu and the Wan family had brought this upon themselves. He was eager to find a culprit for the Wan family's plight so that he could feel balanced.

"Hang Tongsheng, Hang Tongsheng, you have brought this upon my Wan family. I will make sure you die a miserable death, a miserable death..."

The angry roar was particularly terrifying in the silent night.

Butler Wan, who was resting in the side room, was awakened by the noise and hurried over to check, "Master, are you okay?"

As soon as I entered the room, I saw Master Wan acting like a madman, smashing the furnishings in the room and muttering about who he wanted to make die miserably.

"Master, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!" Butler Wan stepped forward to stop the other party's excessive behavior to avoid hurting himself. "Master, you must take care of yourself no matter what!"

Butler Wan has been with Master Wan for twenty years and has always been loyal to him. He could have redeemed his freedom this time, but he begged the prefect to allow him to stay with Master Wan. Seeing his loyalty, the prefect agreed.

He helped Master Wan sit down and poured him a cup of tea that had already cooled down. "Master, have a drink of water!"

After drinking the bitter tea, Master Wan's mood gradually stabilized and he asked, "How much silver do we have left?"

Steward Wan estimated in his mind and said, "Master, the county lady sent some silver earlier, plus the money I have hidden away, we currently have about 160 taels of silver."

"Good, very good." Master Wan drank the bitter tea in the cup. "One hundred and sixty taels, that's enough."

"Master, what do you want to do?" Butler Wan asked worriedly when he saw that he was not in a good state.

"Hang Tongsheng, I want Hang Tongsheng's life."

Butler Wan was shocked when he heard this, "Master, you, you want to hire someone to kill you..." This matter was very serious, so he didn't dare to finish the rest of the sentence. After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "Master, please leave this matter to me, this old servant."