Rebirth of an Old Farmer: Escape from Famine with Children and Grandchildren

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Sun Wan couldn't help but feel anxious as she listened to the quarrels.

Fortunately, Ren Moxuan saw through her worries and helped her out with just a few words.

"If this elder sister trusts me, then I can take you to Qinglu's clinic. I have some friendship with Dr. Qinglu. He is a highly skilled doctor and has researched the disease of soul loss."

Sun Wan naturally trusted Ren Moxuan even more. Furthermore, she had originally intended to take Lin Xiangxiang to seek medical treatment, so she nodded and agreed immediately, "Thank you, Master Ren! Your kindness is so great, and we will definitely remember it in our hearts and repay you with gratitude someday!"

Ren Moxuan smiled in response and walked ahead. Sun Wan quickly followed with Lin Xiangxiang.

After walking a few steps, Sun Wan suddenly remembered something and took out a few copper coins from her bosom. She walked towards Zaha, pretending not to know him to avoid causing him trouble, and quietly put the money into his hand: "Brother, thank you for your righteous words earlier."

"Could you please go back to Xinghua Village? Find the folks in the back mountain area and tell them I'm fine, but I have to be home late today."

Zaha didn't react for a moment, then took the money and nodded vigorously: "Don't worry! I promise to pass on the message."

Sun Wan was full of gratitude, and then pulled Lin Xiangxiang to follow Ren Moxuan.

After going out, the servant invited the two to get on the carriage.

Sun Wan looked at the elegantly decorated carriage in front of her, afraid that she would accidentally dirty it. She only dared to pull Lin Xiangxiang to sit on the small bench in front of the carriage and did not dare to actually enter the carriage.

Lin Xiangxiang was very curious about the carriage. There was a rare glint in her eyes as she looked around.

She didn't reach out to touch it.

Seeing that the two men were unwilling to enter the carriage, the servant was not in a hurry and casually sat with them in front of the carriage.

……

Zaha understood Sun Wan's hint, and as soon as he left the restaurant, he went to take a look at the place where the message had been delivered before.

Finding that there was no one there, I became even more confused and had to continue walking towards Xinghua Village.

Fortunately, I met a fellow traveler who was also going back to Xinghua Village.

Zaha asked him about the villagers at the foot of the mountain behind Xinghua Village. Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, the driver looked him up and down with a strange look in his eyes.

Zaha looked down at himself in confusion, but found nothing wrong with him.

The driver spoke again: "I see you are also a refugee, right? You look like a stranger."

The words sounded calm, but there was a hint of contempt in the tone. Zaha had long been accustomed to this kind of criticism. After all, as an outsider wandering abroad, it was common to suffer prejudice.

He smiled and responded: "I'm not here to escape, I'm here to do business, and there are some things I need to discuss with those people."

Having said this, Zaha already had some vague guesses in his mind.

Mrs. Sun once said that they came to escape war and did not get along very well with the local villagers.

Judging from the situation, the driver in front of him should be a local of Xinghua Village, but those who live at the foot of the back mountain may be refugees like Mrs. Sun.

Realizing the delicate nature of the relationship between the two parties, Zaha didn't ask any more questions and just sat down quietly.

The driver, however, seemed a little curious: "Businessman? What could you possibly do with those refugees?"

"They can't even afford to eat, so how can they have money left to do business with you?"

There is a sense of arrogance in his words.

Zaha, who believes in harmony in business and is much more docile than most, replied vaguely, "No matter who you are, there is always business to be done. Even the poor have their own way of survival."

The driver curled his lips in disdain.

Those refugees are like beggars, how can they have any legitimate business?

wrong!

There is actually a business to be done!

The driver, Zhang Laogen, had a flash of inspiration.

Many poor families, when they can no longer make ends meet, will sell their wives and children to rich families. Some are even more cruel and send them directly to prostitution dens!

Oh, no wonder this group of refugees brought with them so many women and children, it turns out this was their plan!

Zhang Laogen's heart skipped a beat and he was filled with anger.

It's not that he has much sympathy for the wives and children of those refugees...

In Xinghua Village, if someone openly buys and sells women and children, and word gets out, it will be very detrimental to the village's reputation!

Outsiders don’t care whether the people you sell are refugees or natives. They will all say: Xinghua Village is a place where consciences are fed to dogs and people are very black-hearted!

When Zhang Laogen thought about how Xinghua Village would be described in this way in the future, he was so angry that his teeth were about to break. He looked at Zaha behind him with more and more displeasure.

"Uu——"

Zhang Laogen was so angry that he pulled the reins hard. Zaha in the carriage rushed forward and almost fell flat on his face.

After finally gaining his footing, he stared at Zhang Laogen in astonishment: "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Go down!"

Zaha was stunned: "Huh?"

At this moment, Zhang Laogen looked at Zaha as if he had seen something shameful: "I told you to get out of the car, didn't you understand?"

"I'm not a rickshaw driver, so I don't want to give you a ride, right?"

Zaha never expected that someone could change his attitude so quickly as turning the pages of a book.

At least give people some face.

Zaha's face darkened. Without saying a word, he jumped off the carriage and walked towards Xinghua Village without looking back.

Seeing that this guy dared to walk into the village, Zhang Laogen could no longer sit still and had to go back and tell the village chief about this!

Those refugees are so shameless. They have only been here for a few days and they have already started to destroy the reputation of their village.

They must be driven out!

Thinking of this, Zhang Laogen cracked the whip and drove back to the village.

Zaha looked at the carriage that sped away and spat, "What a bummer!"

He continued walking towards Xinghua Village, but before he had walked a few miles, he saw a group of people coming towards him.

Zaha subconsciously dodged, but someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, "Hey! Isn't that the guy who tipped us off?"

When Zaha heard the familiar voice, he raised his head involuntarily and happened to meet Zhu Xiuqin's eyes.

Both of them were stunned.

Zhu Xiuqin hurried over, looking anxious: "Why are you here?"

"Could something have happened to Mrs. Sun again?!"

Zaha was also surprised. It was such a coincidence that he ran into them before even reaching Xinghua Village. So he nodded and said, "Yeah!"

He nodded, and Zhu Xiuqin immediately burst into tears.

Zaha was so frightened that before he could reach out his hand, he saw Zhu Xiuqin sitting on the ground, crying heart-wrenchingly.

Zaha looked at the group of people behind him blankly, only to find that the group that was angry just now now had red eyes!

Some even shed tears.

Zaha was so panicked that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet. "I, I didn't mean to be late. It's really a long way from Qingshui Town to Xinghua Village."