Chapter 521 Sheng Xiping Returns Home
Songlin High School does not have holidays on weekdays, except for an afternoon off on Sundays. They usually have a long holiday once a month, which makes it convenient for students who live far away to go home and bring living expenses and food.
The sports meet will be held on September 27th and 28th. After the sports meet, there will be a holiday, which will be combined with the monthly holiday and October 1st, giving us a three-day break.
In previous years, Zhou Qinglan would usually take the children back to the forest farm during the holidays to help with things like harvesting the land at home.
This year, October 1st fell on a Wednesday, so primary schools only had one day off. In addition, Sheng Xinhua was injured and beaten.
Zhou Qinglan didn't want her in-laws to worry, so she called home and said she didn't have time to go back.
On the 29th, Sheng Xiping rushed back from Shanghai.
Huayang Furniture's trade fair in Shanghai was also very successful, receiving orders worth over a million yuan in just a few days.
As soon as the trade fair ended, Sheng Xiping immediately headed back. He needed to hurry back to supervise production, adjust the production structure, and prepare logistics for the next few furniture trade fairs.
As soon as Sheng Xiping got home, he learned about the trouble his son had caused. Enraged, Sheng Xiping dragged Sheng Xinhua over and gave him another beating.
One problem is that the iron pipe and the bullet casing were not welded together, so they were not strong at all. If there was too much gunpowder and the force was too great, wouldn't they just fall apart?
Furthermore, the gunpowder Sheng Xinhua used was incorrect.
"If there had been more gunpowder in it, it might have blown off your fingers. What would you do then if you lost your right hand?"
"Dad, please don't hit my brother anymore. We know we were wrong, and we won't do it again, okay?"
From now on, we really need to pay more attention to the children; we can't let them cause any more trouble.
"You're lucky; the bullet casing just flew off and cut your hand."
The man was strong and ruthless. Sheng Xinhua was held down by his father and couldn't move. He received a thorough beating.
Did I ever tell you that when I was a kid, people in our forest farm made flintlock pistols? That was no joke! One wrong move and it could be fatal.”
Sheng Xinhua, who was lying on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), was also in so much pain that tears streamed down his face. He cried and apologized at the same time.
You're quite something, kid. I told you not to mess with our guns, so you made your own. You're pretty capable, aren't you?
After the incident, Sheng Xinhua realized how close he had come to the disaster; it was indeed a close call.
But the prerequisite is that you grow up safely and don't misbehave. Do you understand?" Sheng Xiping sighed, calmed himself down, and softened his tone to persuade the children.
Sheng Xinhua only injured his hand; he's really lucky to be alive.
"Dad, I was wrong. I'll never do it again."
Even Sheng Xiping's son from his previous life was raised in a free-range manner from childhood to adulthood, and Sheng Xiping hardly ever cared for him.
Sheng Xiping was still angry, but the children were blocking him, so he couldn't hit them anymore and could only scold them.
Before hitting the child, Sheng Xiping had already asked about the gun's manufacturing process, and roughly guessed what was going on.
Seeing this, how could Sheng Xiping continue hitting him? He was so angry that he could only throw down the stick in his hand.
Real gunpowder is a direct-acting agent, while the black powder in firecrackers is a cross-acting agent. Although the formulas are similar, they are not the same thing.
"Come on, come on, try making another one for me! I'll break your legs, then you'll be smug."
The two girls were terrified. They cried and clung to their brother, trying to stop their father from hitting them anymore.
My brother is still injured; he bled a lot, and my mom beat him up.
"Daddy, Daddy, don't hit my brother! Waaah, don't hit my brother!"
Sheng Xinhua's buttocks burned with pain. He raised his hand to wipe away his tears and made a promise to his father.
Upon hearing this, Sheng Xinhua's eyes lit up, and he gritted his teeth and got up from the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).
Sheng Xinyu was right there, and he turned pale with fright. He rushed forward, crying and shouting, to plead for his brother.
Sheng Xinyue and Sheng Xinqi, who were playing in the east room, heard the commotion and ran to the west room. When they saw their older brother's miserable state, the two girls burst into tears and rushed over to protect him.
Sheng Xiping felt a chill run down his spine whenever he thought about it. If anything had happened to the child, he and his wife would have regretted it terribly.
"If you really like guns and cannons, you should study hard and get into a military academy, or you can become a soldier, either way is fine."
If a bullet casing hit his face or eye, it wouldn't be something that could be fixed with just a couple of stitches. The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.
"Sheng Xinhua, you better remember this: if you dare to mess around with guns again, you won't get off so easily today."
Now, all four children were crying, and the whole house was filled with their sobs.
The red welts on his buttocks swelled up quickly.
You little brat, you've got some nerve, daring to try and make guns on your own?
"Dad, I understand. I promise I won't mess things up anymore. I'll study hard."
These days, children are mostly raised in a free-range manner, and few parents put much effort into their children's upbringing.
Looking back, the couple also bears some responsibility; they were too busy to take care of their child.
"Dad, is it true? You said I can join the army in the future, just like my uncle?"
"How many times have I told you not to poke around with guns? Those things are dangerous. Why can't you remember?"
Your mom and I don't have high expectations for you. As long as it's something you genuinely like, we'll definitely support you.
Sheng Xinhua loaded the gun with a small amount of powder; too little would be fine, but too much would definitely cause it to explode.
Yesterday morning, the two girls were picked up by their maternal grandmother and went to play. They weren't home, so they didn't see Zhou Qinglan hitting Sheng Xinhua.
Sheng Xinhua particularly admired his uncle Zhou Qingyang. Every year during the Spring Festival, when he saw Zhou Qingyang, he would pester his uncle to tell him about things on the battlefield, such as training and target practice in the army.
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