He didn't lose any clothes, but he was missing an embroidered purse. That purse contained his aunt's secret savings, which only he and his aunt knew about.
Because this purse was a gift from him.
The purse had seven or eight different patterns on it, which my aunt couldn't have embroidered with her skill. It cost a full fifty coins and was a birthday gift he gave to my aunt.
"Master, nothing is missing. Aunt only took a purse."
Hearing that his daughter hadn't taken any clothes, Bai Lizheng breathed a sigh of relief; as long as they weren't eloping, that was good. "Rigid, go to Dali's house and borrow an oxcart. Let's hurry to town."
It's not too late, everything is still possible.
Half an hour later, the Bai family arrived in Zhao Dali's oxcart.
We are driving on the road to Shuangqiao Town.
They didn't know exactly where He Tian's house was, so they had to go to the crossroads and ask people for directions.
Today, there were an unusually large number of people queuing to enter the city outside the city gate. It would take them almost half an hour to get their turn. Bai Li was pacing anxiously. He wanted to cut in line, but he was scolded by the guards at the city gate.
Just when I didn't know what to do.
A carriage stopped beside her, and the person who stepped out was Yan Xia.
This morning, the broker brought news that there was a piece of wasteland for sale not far outside the city, and the brokerage even sent a carriage to take her and Jinyu to see the land.
When Yan Xia ran into Bai Lizheng at the city gate, she naturally came out to greet him.
After all, Bai Ruixue was no good, but the village head shouldn't be implicated.
"Village head, are you in town to buy something?"
"Oh no, it's that brat Xiaoxue who ran off to find that boy from the He family. I was so worried! The city guards won't let me through and made me wait in line. How long am I going to have to wait?"
Bai Lizheng made no attempt to hide it; in his eyes, Yan Xia was one of his own.
Why lie to your own people?
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