Chapter 1915 We are really fleeing, not bandits (197)

Could it be... Could it be that the third child is really not his son, but the second child is?

When the old woman gave birth in the inn, he did not go outside to find Mrs. Wen, and was not present at the scene.

When he came back, the old woman had already given birth, and she quietly told him that someone had brought the second child into the room, and that he was the child of a wealthy family.

Later, they thought they had twin sons.

For various reasons, they put all their thoughts on the second child, wanting to educate him well and train him so that they could gain greater benefits in the future. Therefore, they completely neglected the third child as their own child.

They have always thought that the third child is their biological child, and even if they treat him too much, they cannot escape their control.

A single word of filial piety can hold him down for a lifetime.

But unexpectedly... the son he thought was his biological son suddenly turned out to be a picked one.

Now, he really doesn't know which one is his biological son and which one was picked up.

Old man Qiao looked at his third son who was silent and his granddaughter with a cold face. He knew that there was no room for change in the matter, so he could only temporarily suppress his thoughts.

"Okay, can you give me a drink of water and something to eat first? I haven't eaten anything for two days."

Qiao Laosan took out a small cloth bag from his arms, took out a coarse grain pancake and handed it to him.

Old man Qiao almost grabbed it, holding the pancake and biting it hard. He didn't even bother chewing it, and swallowed it directly. His eyes turned white from swallowing, and he beat his chest hard.

It was Qiao Laosan who brought him a water bag in time and drank a lot of water, so he didn't choke to death.

After taking the person back, Yun Miao explained it to everyone and made some careful arrangements.

Then the broken leg bone of Old Man Qiao was connected, tied with straps and boards, and medicine was applied.

Of course, it's not a very good medicine. It can't be compared with the medicine given to Qiao Laosan. It can at most help him stand up in the future.

But it is impossible to run, jump, and carry heavy objects like ordinary people.

With the addition of Old Man Qiao in the team, everyone automatically became more cautious, especially when eating mutated beast meat, they ate it hidden.

No more casual discussions about cultivation matters.

Mr. Qiao went to the roadside to find a broken wooden cart and pulled Mr. Qiao on it.

He had already made a plan in his heart to send the old man into the hands of his two biological sons. From now on, he would have nothing to do with their family.

From now on, whether he lives or dies, lives well or poorly, it has nothing to do with him.

When she set out on the road again, Hui Niang was in a very bad mood, she even spoke very little, and swung the whip in her hand towards the roadside from time to time.

The whistling sound of the whip frightened old man Qiao, who originally wanted to take Qiao, to shrink his neck and close his mouth tightly, not daring to say another word.

Yun Miao, who flew back to explore the way ahead, covered her mouth and smiled when she saw this situation.

He ran to her mother, leaned into her ear and told her the good news.

Hui Niang's eyes lit up and she stopped swinging the whip in her hand, "Really?"

Yun Miao smiled and nodded, and whispered: "Really, we can catch up with them in two days at most."

If we speed up, we may be able to catch up with the team in the village at noon tomorrow in less than two days.

Of course, this was not what she discovered, but Xiaosi gave the information.

Hui Niang finally breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed her brows, "That's good, otherwise I really can't help but whip up."

"Your father is just a fool. Even though he is like this, you still give him meat to eat."

If you ask her, it would be good to give her some gruel and a whole grain pancake.

How many people can’t afford these things now?

In the past, when his third son came back from hunting, he never saw a piece of meat given to them and the children by the main house. The so-called broth they brought was also the water used for shabu-shabu at the end.
Chapter completed!