In such cases, the bodies often cannot be retrieved; they are only found floating in villages downstream a day or two later.

Therefore, villagers warn their children from a young age not to play by the river.

Wan Qiqi remained silent in the group for a long time before suddenly speaking up: "Actually, there's still one place we haven't found."

Her words seemed to give Aunt Dazhuang hope.

Aunt Dazhuang immediately asked, "Where?"

"wasteland!"

The wasteland Wan Qiqi was referring to was not the wasteland she had already bought, but rather other undeveloped wasteland in the surrounding area.

Children who have been to this area might even wander into the vicinity of the wasteland.

“Yes, look for wasteland!” Aunt Dazhuang agreed with Wan Qiqi’s statement because she believed that Wan Qiqi must know where her son was.

Fifteen minutes later, the villagers found Aunt Dazhuang's son in a small pit.

The child held a small shovel in his hand, staring blankly at the people who had gathered around.

Aunt Dazhuang rushed over, grabbed the child, and cried, "You naughty child, why are you so disobedient? Why are you running around like that? Don't you know your mother will worry about you?"

The child pouted, looking somewhat aggrieved, and said, "Mother, I can't find my way back!"

Aunt Dazhuang couldn't stop the tears from flowing, and choked out, "You brat, will you dare to run around like that again?"

"No, Mother, please don't cry!"

The child stretched out his dirty little hands to wipe away Aunt Dazhuang's tears, but the more he wiped, the dirtier they became.

But Aunt Dazhuang didn't mind at all. She carried the child away from the pit and thanked Chen Lizheng profusely.

Wan Qiqi quietly walked to the pit and stared at it blankly.

Why would a perfectly healthy child run so far away? What is it about him that attracts him?

Wan Qiqi squatted down and carefully examined the pit, trying to find the reason.

She remained squatting there until everyone had left.

Suddenly, she noticed something in the pit that didn't belong there and turned to ask, "Aunt Dazhuang, you really love your child, you even prepared toys for him."

Aunt Dazhuang frowned at Wan Qiqi, not understanding what she was talking about, and said coldly, "Wan Qiqi, what toy? I'm telling you, my son has been found, but don't expect me to apologize to you!"

Wan Qiqi lowered her eyes slightly and did not continue speaking.