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Chapter 1840 We Are Really Fleeing Famine, Not Bandits 122

The direct descendant of this official family was lost. If this was not done well, the lives of his entire Qiaojia Village would be lost.

"I...I really don't know." Old man Qiao was also a little dumbfounded.

He knew the baby, but the token? He didn't even know there was such a thing.

Just now, he thought that this little lunatic, San Yatou, had deliberately taken it out from somewhere to fill up the numbers. But now, seeing the solemn expressions on both his fourth uncle and Biaozi, he began to feel a little uneasy, and he was a little unsure of whether it was true or not.

After thinking about it, he turned around and slapped the old lady in the face: "Ms. Liu, why don't you explain it quickly, what is going on?"

Around the Lantern Festival that year, I remember that the weather was very cold and the snow had not yet melted. The family was so poor that they couldn't open the pot. They went to Fucheng to find help from their second brother who was a shopkeeper in the city.

At that time, the old woman was pregnant with her third child. Unexpectedly, her fetus had moved midway and she suddenly gave birth prematurely. She had to quickly find a small inn on the roadside.

He hurriedly went to see Mrs. Wen, but never thought that the child would have been born when he came back.

And there are still two of them.

At that time, he thought they were twins, but the old woman told him that someone suddenly broke in and put one of the children in her house.

At that time, the old woman said that she was on temporary leave and would be back in two days. She also left a hundred taels of silver note as a thank you and promised to give another hundred taels later.

But because the child was wearing a gold collar, two gold rings on his wrists, and a jade pendant inside the fine swaddling clothes, they became interested at that time.

Later, they simply concealed it and said that they had given birth to twins. Then they didn't even dare to stop. They hurriedly left the place with the children overnight, stopped in several places, and returned to the countryside.

Later, the two of them thought about it and decided to raise the child well and teach him to read. In this way, when he finds him again in the future, he will definitely thank him again.

It is even possible that because of this nurturing grace, the entire Qiao family followed the chickens and dogs to heaven.

As for their escape at that time, it can be said that someone was chasing them and they had to leave quickly.

With this in mind, they focused all their attention on cultivating the second child and completely ignored the third child.

They think that if the third child suffers a little more now and suffers more, in the future when the second child recovers and helps him, it will be enough for him to live in this life.

As for the eldest child, that is their first child, and he will have to be raised by the two of them in the future, so of course it must be taken seriously.

I never expected that something like this would happen today.

Now, even Old Man Qiao doesn't know if this third child is his own son. After all, he was not at the inn at that time.

Old Mrs. Qiao covered her painful and numb face and looked at him in disbelief: "You hit me?"

Old man Qiao has made too many mistakes in the past two days. He has lost all his face. Today, he was forced into such a situation. He has no place to vent his anger. At this time, it doesn't matter whether he strikes or raises his hand.

A hard slap.

"I'm beating you, an indiscriminate bitch. Can you do this kind of thing? Why don't you explain it clearly now? Do you want to kill our family?"

Old Mrs. Qiao's face was throbbing in pain, her ears were buzzing, and she banged her head like crazy.

"Old man, how dare you hit me? How dare you hit me?"
Chapter completed!
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