Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 119 New Home

People were whispering around. Liu Huaer found Song Chunsheng in the crowd. She crawled a few steps in Song Chunsheng's direction and called out in a pitiful voice: "Song Lang, say something."

Song Chunsheng hurriedly stepped back, somewhat annoyed by the man's narcissism, and scolded her in a cold and harsh tone.

"My dear, I have only spoken a few words to you. Don't talk nonsense and make people suspicious."

When Liu Huaer heard Song Chunsheng's decisive words, tears instantly flowed down her face. People who didn't know the truth thought that Song Chunsheng really let her down, but the people present were not fools. Putting aside her family background, based on what Liu Huaer had done today, it would be a miracle for the Song family to let her in.

The only person at the scene with an abnormal brain circuit was Mrs. Liu. She ran to her daughter, hugged the crying Liu Huaer, and spat in the direction of Song Chunsheng.

"My Hua'er is such a beautiful girl, a beautiful girl, how could she not be worthy of you? How could you say such heartless words?"

Mrs. Liu and her daughter hugged each other and cried bitterly. Song Chunsheng was stunned by their shamelessness.

Aunt Liu took a deep breath and looked at her husband. The couple had an amazing tacit understanding in some aspects. They held Aunt Liu and Liu Huaer on the left and right, and did not let go even though they cried, kicked and hit each other. The two had already lost face in the Song family today. Uncle Liu really regretted letting the mother and daughter come. If he had known that they would cause such a big trouble, he would have locked them up at home even if he had to bear the stigma of being unfilial.

Zhou Ning, who was standing in the crowd, just watched the farce in front of him quietly. It was not until Mrs. Liu and her daughter were dragged away that Grandpa Song slowly spoke and asked everyone to continue eating. However, the Song family could not eat this meal at the moment. Such a good day was ruined by the mother and daughter. Song Qinshi was so angry that she had a stomachache. Fortunately, Song Chunlin was quick to give her a bowl of spiritual spring water, and Song Qinshi felt better.

Later, after seeing off the guests, Song Qin held Song Chunsheng's hand and sobbed.

"What's going on here? The Liu family doesn't want to marry, they want to make enemies! What did my son do wrong to deserve such a fabrication? If the news of today's incident spreads, which good girl or good boy would be willing to marry Chunsheng?"

Song Dazhuang sat aside in silence. It was the first time that Song Chunlin saw such a repressed emotion on Song Dazhuang's face. He was as gloomy as if covered by a layer of black fog. The two little guys, Song Xiaojiu and Song Xiaobao, held hands and quietly moved away from Song Dazhuang.

The atmosphere in the entire Song family was very low, and Song Chunlin could only sigh helplessly. It had to be said that this move by Granny Liu would at least make many people who wanted to arrange a marriage for Song Chunsheng give up, and Song Chunsheng's marriage would be hindered in the short term.

Song Chunlin, a modern man, didn't think it was a big deal. Song Chunsheng was only seventeen years old at most. In modern times, this age would still be in high school. A high school kid would have to ask his parents to come to the school even for premature love, let alone getting married.

Even Song Chunsheng himself didn't think there was anything wrong. He worked and ate as usual, and was not affected at all. But in the eyes of Song Qinshi, this look seemed like he was forcing a smile.

When Song Chunsheng found out about this, his face looked extremely strange. He repeatedly explained to Song Qinshi that he was really not affected by the mother and daughter of the Liu family, but Song Qinshi didn't believe it at all. Perhaps it was the influence of pregnancy hormones, she had become very emotional recently, and would be sad and cry at any time.

Song Dazhuang felt very distressed when he saw his wife crying. After much thought, he felt that it would be best to arrange a marriage for Song Chunsheng as soon as possible.

While the Song family was arranging an engagement for Song Chunsheng, the Liu family was in chaos. Mrs. Liu blamed Uncle Liu and his wife for hindering her sister's marriage, and was always finding fault with them at home. Especially Aunt Liu, she was always finding fault with every little thing. In just a few days, several quarrels broke out in the Liu family, and the rest of the family was miserable.

Old Man Liu was a man who liked to smooth things over. Aunt Liu exaggerated what happened that day and complained to him, omitting the scene where the two of them had a tantrum. She attributed the matter to the fact that Aunt Liu and her husband were jealous of their younger sister and were deliberately obstructing their younger daughter's marriage. Originally, Old Man Liu didn't want to get involved in the matter, but he couldn't stand Aunt Liu nagging him all day long. Over time, he developed resentment towards Uncle Liu and his wife.

If it weren't for their obstruction, the younger daughter would have been able to marry the eldest son of the Song family as she wished, and she wouldn't have to cry at home all day long. The old woman would have to mess up the house for her daughter, making everyone restless all day long.

"Alright, alright, stop arguing. Since the Song family refuses to agree to this marriage, why don't you find someone else for your daughter? Our daughter is so good, are you afraid that you won't find someone better? Who the hell are the Song family? They don't deserve it!"

Mrs. Liu paused in her noisy movements. How should she tell Old Man Liu that now it was not a matter of whether the Song family was willing or not, but his daughter was determined to get married!

If it weren't for her daughter, why would she do such shameful things at such an old age?

After Zhou Ning came back from the Song family, he and Aunt Wang rejected the Song family.

"The Song family is good, but they have too many problems. I don't think the mother and daughter will give up easily. If they are really provoked, I'm afraid they will do something disgusting. If we marry them, there will definitely be more troubles in the future."

Hearing her nephew say this, Aunt Wang did not force him to do anything, but only told him: "If there is anything wrong with your uncle, you must find someone to tell us. Your uncle has already asked around in town for you. The eldest son of the Feng family is not a good person. He spends his days sleeping with prostitutes. I guess he will not be a good family man after marriage. Don't be stupid and agree to your uncle and his friends."

Zhou Ning hurriedly promised Aunt Wang: "Don't worry, Aunt, I will never agree to them unless I really have no choice."

Zhou Ning didn't know that what he said today would soon come true in the near future.

All the furniture for the Song family has been made. Song Chunlin originally thought it would take another month, but perhaps out of respect for the Yongyi Marquis' Mansion, the carpenters worked very quickly, and by the time the Song family finished building the house, the furniture was also brought over.

As soon as the three children heard that the furniture had been delivered, they immediately dropped the books in their hands and ran to the new house to watch the fun.

There was no work in the fields at this time, but people in the village would come to watch any little movement. Today was no exception. When Song Chunlin arrived, there were already quite a few people gathered around the cart. Song Dazhuang and Grandpa Song were checking the bill with the carpenter.

Song Chunlin was the first to run to the cart carrying the sofa. The sofa was copied based on the appearance of a solid wood sofa in his previous life. It looked very modern, and the carpenter's craftsmanship was also good. Improvements were made based on the prototype, making the sofa look more classical. Some details were also highly completed. Song Chunlin also found some simple carvings in the corner, which were not on the drawings, but the carvings blended well with the sofa. Song Chunlin expressed his satisfaction.

Among the furniture that the carpenter brought, the furniture made with wood provided by the Song family was paid for by the Song family themselves, and the rest was made with materials and money provided by the Gu family. After Song Dazhuang settled the accounts with Grandpa Song, the carpenter called on his apprentices to move all the furniture down.

Every time something was moved, the crowd around would cheer and exclaim. When it was moved to the sofa, everyone was discussing what this thing was used for.

“It looks like it’s sitting.”

"Oh, this is what the chair looks like? It looks different from the chairs in rich families. But the wood looks really good. I wonder what kind of wood it is. I'll ask Brother Song where he got it later. I'll get some to make a bed for my son so he can get married in the future."

"You're dreaming. You want to trick your daughter-in-law into marrying you by making a new bed?"

"Isn't it? If you want to fight, you have to fight for the whole set. You can't miss the cabinets and dressing tables."

"That's right, nothing can be missing!"

Amid the noise of the crowd, the man also laughed and said, "Okay, okay, I'll fight you. Brother Song, you heard me. Where did you get this wood? Tell me so that I can buy some furniture for my future daughter-in-law."

Song Dazhuang naturally heard everyone's discussions, but these woods were all from Song Chunlin's space, so he certainly couldn't tell others the truth, so he could only say that he had to ask the Marquis' Mansion to buy them, and the quantity was not large, and their family had used them all up to make furniture.

When the man heard that the person was going through the marquis's mansion, he immediately became half discouraged. Then he heard that the wood had been used up, and the remaining half also became discouraged. He now completely gave up the idea of buying wood.

The furniture in ancient houses did not contain formaldehyde, and one could move in once the walls in the house were dry. The Song family was not in a hurry to move in, and they planned to move in before the New Year so that the smell could get rid of the house.

The furniture was placed in its proper places. Song Dazhuang and Grandpa Song looked at their new home with joy. Song Chunlin liked it very much as well. After all the onlookers had left, Song Chunlin slowly took out the solar panels that he had prepared early in the morning. The family squatted in the new house and studied the instructions several times.

It was the first time that Song Dazhuang installed this thing, and he was a little nervous because Song Chunlin said that this board could be used to "install electricity."

Song Dazhuang didn't understand why a piece of board could be used to 'install' electricity, and he didn't understand why electricity had to be 'installed'. The ancients were in awe of the power of thunder and lightning, and often equated it with divine power. For example, if someone swore an oath, he would be struck by lightning if he broke his oath.

So not only Song Dazhuang was confused and frightened, but the rest of the Song family also felt a little scared.

Grandpa Song looked worried: "Chunlin, the power of lightning is so terrifying, why do you want to draw it down?"

Song Chunlin smiled mysteriously: "Grandpa, you will know when the time comes."

In addition to the solar panels, Song Chunlin also put a water storage barrel that can hold three tons of water in the attic. This thing is equipped with its own water pipes, so there are no ceramic water pipes. It is used to store daily water.

After connecting the solar panels, Song Chunlin tinkered with a small water pump. This time he did not ask Song Dazhuang for help, but installed it himself. He used the thickest copper wire to ensure that it would not break down for decades.

After everything was completed, there were still a lot of copper wires left in the space. Song Chunlin dug out a few plugs and charging lamps, so he simply pulled out a few more wires, placed them all in the warehouse, and installed plugs. As long as they were connected to the solar power supply, they could be used normally.

The Song family members found it magical when they saw him tinkering with these things, especially when the charging sensor lights lit up, their mouths opened so wide that they could fit an egg in.

"Oh my goodness, this light is so bright!"

"This doesn't look like a fire. I don't see any flames. It's not an oil lamp. Chunlin didn't put any oil in it."

"How does this thing light up if there's no flame? Does it light up on its own like a tablet?"

Song Chunlin didn't know whether to laugh or cry while listening to their conversation. It turned out that they had always thought that the tablet would light up by itself?

"Grandpa, Dad, this is the light from my world, but I don't have enough skills, so I can only make a rechargeable lamp to illuminate you. When I figure it out, I'll get a few more solar panels, and then our family will be able to use electricity freely!"

Grandpa Song was surprised and asked, "Electricity? You said this thing can be lit up by electricity?"

"Yes, Grandpa, you can stretch out your hand like this." Song Chunlin demonstrated it to Grandpa Song. He waved his hand in front of the sensor light, and the light lit up by itself. When Song Chunlin waved it again, the light went out.

Song Dazhuang was watching with envy, and asked Song Chunlin anxiously: "Chunlin, does this lamp recognize you as its master? Why does it obey you so much, turning on when you tell it to, and turning off when you tell it to?"

"No, Dad. Try it. This is just a simple sensor light. No matter who passes by it, they will be captured."

Song Dazhuang was still a little unconvinced, so he tried waving at the sensor light. Unexpectedly, the light actually lit up. Song Dazhuang kept waving in front of the light as if he had got a new toy. As he waved, the light turned on and off, just like a disco.

Grandpa Song couldn't bear to see his son acting so stupidly, so he coughed a few times. The complacent Song Dazhuang seemed to be paused and withdrew his hand obediently.

Grandpa Song nodded with satisfaction, and then it was his turn to wave in front of the sensor light.

Song Dazhuang: “…”

Song Chunlin: “…”Oh, so you are this kind of grandfather.

Song Chunlin placed the charged induction light in the bathroom of the room, so that family members would not fall down in the dark when they got up at night.

The flush toilets were also installed by the Song family themselves. Song Chunlin's space is equipped with special glue to prevent the toilet from back seepage, and the water pipes connecting the toilet are also fired. Song Chunlin was afraid that the joints would leak, so he also used special leak-proof glue to patch the three layers inside and outside.

He doesn't have a washbasin in the bathroom for now, but no one needs it. After all these are arranged, it is already the end of the year and it is time to prepare for the jam stall.