Upon hearing this, Xia Daohua had no choice but to apologize to Jiang again and again sincerely, and received three loud slaps on the head from her good brother Xia Wulang.

Wu Lang deliberately didn't hold back his strength and hit her forehead until it turned red.

When Jiang saw this, she burst into tears and felt distressed. She even scolded Wu Lang a few times, and the matter was over.

However, when the whole family sat down and happily picked up their bowls to eat wontons, Jiang couldn't help but start muttering to Xia Daohua.

While eating delicious wontons, Xia Daohua was forced to listen to a lot of life tragedies such as "children being kidnapped and sold, leading to the destruction of families", and she suddenly felt a little indigestion.

In particular, each of these stories has a name and is a true story.

It is very close to Xia Daohua's life at this moment.

Jiang first told the story of Mr. Cui, a wealthy man in the town.

There used to be a very large silk and satin shop in Beiguan Town. The owner's surname was Cui, and everyone called him Master Cui.

Mr. Cui has some difficulties in having offspring.

He had a wife and two concubines, and after years of hard work, he only had one precious daughter.

The little girl was as delicate and cute as a piece of jade, and she was also very smart. Mr. Cui and his family treated her like the apple of their eye.

When he was about six years old, he was kidnapped by a kidnapper.

Mrs. Cui was so sad that she fell ill all of a sudden.

This illness never recovered.

Mr. Cui first lost his beloved daughter and then his beloved wife. He took some money to send away his two concubines and spent his days drinking to drown his sorrows. He no longer cared about running the shop or collecting rent.

After a few years, his health deteriorated greatly and he lost most of his family property.

The Cui family said they would arrange for their sons, nephews and grandchildren to take care of Mr. Cui, but the people who came had bad intentions. They said they wanted to take care of him, but in fact, they came to seize his property.

Mr. Cui became increasingly disheartened. Once, after being offended by his nephew, he thought about it over and over again and felt that life was meaningless. He smashed all the wine jars in his house and sold off his remaining property at a low price.

Mr. Cui packed a small bag, took a few thin banknotes, and left quietly.

Over the years, no one has seen Mr. Cui again.

After hearing this, Xia Daohua couldn't help but feel a chill all over her body.

Since no one knows where Mr. Cui went and no one has ever seen him again, did he really leave on his own?

Perhaps it was the story Jiang told that sparked everyone's interest in talking, and everyone started talking about the tragedies caused by kidnappers that they had witnessed or heard about.

Even the old lady Zhou told one:

"Tailor Xu, who originally ran a tailor shop on Erdao Street behind the county government office, had a pair of twin sons.

This is something that everyone envies.

As a result, one day, the two children were playing on the street, and they were kidnapped by a kidnapper without anyone noticing.

Tailor Xu closed his shop and went to look for his son carrying a load on his shoulder.

More than a decade had passed, and he had traveled almost all over Da Chu, but still couldn't find his son. He had become a little crazy. But even so, he would come back every New Year and open his tailor shop for three days.

His child was abducted during the Chinese New Year.

He didn't take any work for the past three days, hoping the child might find his way back on his own."

…

As everyone listened, they fell silent.

After all, Xia Daohua is not a real child. The most important thing is that she has a trump card, so she is naturally not worried about encountering human traffickers.

Even if there is some foolish human trafficker who is unlucky enough to mess with her, she has plenty of ways to make the other party speechless and unable to express his pain.

But the other children of the Xia family were all stunned by what they heard.

After hearing these cases, the customers nearby also started to talk about them, sharing the same hatred for the enemy. In the end, even the owner of the wonton stall couldn't help but join in.

The lady boss was wrapping wontons very quickly while saying:

"I've heard of all these things. I also know one that you may not have heard of.

Lao Luo, who used to set up a stall with me on this street, sold red bean cakes.

His wife is very pretty, with a pair of big, bright, curved eyes and a dimple on her face. She looks so beautiful when she smiles!

The couple had three children.

The year the accident happened was probably the year before last! By then, Lao Luo's eldest son had already married, and his second son was almost an adult. His youngest daughter was only seven years old.

During the Lantern Festival, his little girl was taken away by a kidnapper.

He took advantage of the fact that everyone was busy and couldn't keep an eye on the child, so he just picked the child up from the side of the stall.

A regular customer saw it, shouted and ran after it.

It’s a pity that the customer even lost his shoes and I couldn’t catch him!

That kidnapper must have been targeting their family for a long time and had made arrangements beforehand. Otherwise, he wouldn't have disappeared so quickly!

The proprietress was silent for a moment when she said this, then continued:

"Lao Luo's beautiful wife cried herself blind because of this. Lao Luo also became a different person and never set up a stall again. His family has never made red bean cakes since then.

At the beginning of winter this year, Lao Luo took his wife back to his hometown in the countryside.

His eldest son is still in Beiguan Town, living behind Fuyuan Street.

Aren't there a lot of old, dilapidated houses over there? His eldest son rented a yard there and lives with his wife, children, and mother-in-law."

The proprietress moved the plate of wontons behind her, changed the cover and covered it with a curtain, her hands and feet moving non-stop, her mouth not stopping:

"Lao Luo's eldest son also has two children. A four-year-old girl and a two-year-old boy.

His wife stayed in the house every day, not daring to go anywhere or even out of the yard. She stared at the two children all day long, and she almost wanted to tie them to herself with a hemp rope!

This is also because they are scared, afraid that if they miss a thing, the child will be gone."

The entire wonton stall fell completely quiet, and every customer had a grim look on their face.

After hearing this bloody story, the wontons in the bowl didn’t seem to taste good anymore.

The proprietress looked at everyone's expressions and suddenly realized that she seemed to have chosen the wrong topic, and couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

She smiled awkwardly and closed her mouth.

The customers at the stall all had serious faces. They ate their wontons in a few bites, then paid the bill quickly and left in a hurry.

Originally, everyone took advantage of the festival to come out and see the lanterns and join in the fun.

But I never expected that first I would encounter a fire, catch a thief, and frightened a horse, and later I heard about many cases of rampant human traffickers. It is really hard to describe my feeling.

Seeing that everyone had dispersed, Xia Daohua saw that the Xia family's children all had pale faces and looked terrified. She thought she should liven up the atmosphere and casually brought up a topic:

"By the way, where did my uncle and his family go?"