Travel to the mountains and make a fortune in silence

Wang Cuiying couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh.

The deceased is gone, and the past grievances seem to have faded away with the passage of time. She no longer cares about Zhang Xianglan's past.

She slowly turned her head, her gaze falling on the children kneeling in the mourning hall.

The children's faces were filled with sorrow, tears welling up in their eyes, evoking feelings of pity.

Wang Cuiying asked softly, "Village chief, is there still no sign of that cripple Wang?"

The village chief frowned and shook his head, replying with a slightly anxious tone, "Sigh, not yet! I sent people to search carefully at the taverns he usually frequents."

"A tavern owner said he had seen him come by about a few days ago, but hadn't seen him since."

"The other taverns all said they hadn't seen Wang the Cripple for a long time. What will become of these six girls in the future?"

It turned out that after Zhou gave Daya money yesterday, Daya and the other two were so anxious that they went to invite Doctor Liu to treat Wang Xianglan.

The experienced doctor Liu only glanced at Zhang Xianglan's condition before realizing that there was no hope of recovery.

But out of a doctor's compassion, he quickly prescribed some medicine, hoping to keep Zhang Xianglan alive as long as possible.

Furthermore, Dr. Liu did not charge the children a single penny for consultation or medication.

He sighed inwardly, thinking that if he had asked him to come and treat him a few days earlier, things wouldn't have turned out so hopelessly.

Even if there were no money, he wouldn't have stood by and watched someone die. Why didn't you call him sooner?

After Dr. Liu finished writing the prescription, he asked Daya to go to his house to pick up the medicine.

He also hurriedly left the Wang family and headed straight for the village chief's house.

Upon hearing this, the village chief dared not delay and immediately instructed his wife to go to the Wang family to check on the situation.

When the village chief's wife arrived, she saw Daya carefully holding a bowl of medicine, trying to feed it to Zhang Xianglan.

However, Zhang Xianglan was extremely weak at this time, and her mouth was tightly closed. No matter how hard Daya tried, she could not get the bowl of medicine into her mouth.

Upon returning, she quickly recounted what she had learned to her husband in detail.

Upon hearing this, the village chief hurriedly summoned his two sons and instructed them to go to the village and call several men who had a close relationship with Wang the Cripple.

Soon, the group gathered together and set off to search for the person.

They searched tirelessly all night, but still couldn't find any trace of Wang the Cripple.

Early this morning, before it was fully light, the village chief sent the group out to search again.

However, as of now, there has still been no news of Wang the Cripple's whereabouts.

Wang Cuiying glanced at the children in the mourning hall again, sighed, and then cursed:

"Oh, that cripple Wang is such a scoundrel! He left behind these poor children; how are they going to survive?"

“Who says otherwise!” the village chief chimed in, his face full of helplessness.

The village chief didn't want to get involved in these trivial matters concerning Wang the Cripple's family, but as the village head, he felt it was his duty to step forward and deal with the matter.

"Village chief, you go ahead with your work. I'll go in and pay my respects to Zhang Xianglan. If there's anything I can help with, just send someone to my house to let me know."

After greeting the village chief, Wang Cuiying pulled Wang Qing'er beside her and walked towards the mourning hall.

Upon entering the mourning hall, Wang Qing'er carefully followed her mother-in-law to offer incense and pay respects.

Out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but steal glances at the girls from the Wang family.

They were all kneeling on the ground, heads bowed, sobbing softly.

Because they maintained this posture, Wang Qing'er couldn't see their faces at all.

All I could see were their thin, frail bodies and slightly trembling shoulders; they were immersed in immense grief.

Each time she cried, her body convulsed as if telling a story of endless sorrow deep within her heart, making one feel pity for her.

Wang Qing'er had just met the three older children yesterday. According to her mother-in-law, the eldest, Daya, is only thirteen years old this year.

Er Ya is eleven years old, while San Ya is only nine years old.

There were three other children who were even younger, one of whom was only seven years old, another was six years old, and the youngest was only four years old.

Sigh! She lost her mother at such a young age, and to make matters worse, she met a scumbag father. Her future days are going to be very difficult.

At first, Wang Qing'er thought that Zhang Xianglan would give birth every two years, and couldn't help but sigh at how frequently she gave birth.

Surprisingly, Zhang Xianglan actually gave birth to a child almost every year.

Moreover, some of these children did not survive long after birth, while others died shortly after birth.

Even Daya wasn't actually the eldest daughter in the family; she had two daughters above her, but unfortunately, they both passed away at a young age.

Hearing these things, Wang Qing'er felt a chill run down her spine, her heart filled with fear and sympathy.

Such a situation was truly horrifying in the era in which she lived!

Wang the Cripple treated Zhang Xianglan like a sow that kept giving birth, constantly getting her pregnant and having babies.

This behavior is truly wicked!

Just after Wang Cuiying finished offering incense, she was preparing to return home with her daughter-in-law. The two had just reached the gate of the Wang family's courtyard when...

Suddenly, a group of burly, strong men strode in.

As soon as the leading man stepped into the courtyard, he began shouting loudly:

"Is this Wang the Cripple's house?"

Fortunately, Wang Cuiying reacted quickly and pulled Wang Qing'er behind her to protect her.

Otherwise, the daughter-in-law would probably have been knocked to the ground by this group of reckless men.

"Who exactly are you people?" Wang Cuiying was suddenly shoved hard by the burly man in the lead, and she staggered, almost falling to the ground.

After finally regaining her balance, a nameless anger welled up inside her, and she shouted angrily.

The leading man also had a fierce look on his face and answered menacingly:

"Hmph! Listen up, I'm a human trafficker in town! I might as well tell you, Wang the Cripple has already sold his house, land, and six daughters to our brokerage!"

After saying that, he smugly pulled out a few crumpled sheets of paper from his pocket and casually spread them out in front of Wang Cuiying.

Wang Cuiying stared wide-eyed at the contracts of indenture, trembling with rage. She couldn't help but curse, "Bah! That heartless bastard Wang the Cripple is worse than an animal! He'll definitely get his comeuppance and die a horrible death!"