Chapter 277 The Box Stolen by Huanyun
Many people in the group were injured.
Only Huanyun's eyes rolled around, with a hint of joy flashing across his face.
A group of people were taken to human traffickers to await an unknown fate. The most conspicuous thing about the leading human trafficker was that one of his front teeth was golden, probably made of gold.
Song Lao Er frowned, thinking that these people were indeed of the lowest class and extremely vulgar.
Holding back his impatience, he asked, "I brought these people here."
"Are these masters planning to sell these slaves? May I ask what their indentures are?"
Song Lao Er shook the indenture in his hand and said, "They all sold their death indentures."
Big Gold Teeth's eyes darted around, "Master, you suddenly want to sell these people. Is it because they've made mistakes? I'd like to add a few words, but it's because I don't sell slaves with problems to you."
Big Gold Teeth smiled kindly, but his golden teeth became more obvious when he smiled. The disgust in Song Lao Er's eyes was undisguised, but he seemed not to see it and still had a smile on his face.
"No problem, it's just... I'm just short of money."
Da Jin Ya showed a look of understanding, "If that's the case, I can keep these people. Three young men and three maids, I'll give you twenty taels."
"Twenty taels! How can it be worth only twenty taels!"
Facing Song Lao Er's incredulous gaze, Da Jin Ya slowly said, "I do business here with the high-ranking officials in the capital. If a slave is suddenly sold, other nobles will feel uneasy about buying him, and the price won't go up if I sell it again. This price is already fair. Besides, you are in a hurry to sell it. If the person stays here, I will have to pay for his food, drink and accommodation. If you don't think it's suitable, you can ask elsewhere."
Song Lao Er frowned, very reluctantly, "Can't we negotiate the price anymore?"
"cannot."
Seeing that the person who was polite to him just now spoke in a gentle but firm tone, Song Laoer couldn't help but get angry. If his family didn't need money, why would he deal with these people?
After all, it’s all Old Lady Song’s fault and his elder brother who is locked up in jail!
He didn't want to stay, so he left the person behind and left in a hurry.
The slaves who stayed behind all had dead expressions on their faces.
"Okay, take everyone down. Oh wait, is there anyone calling out for Yun?"
Huanyun hurried out from the crowd and said, "This servant is Huanyun."
Big Gold Teeth glanced at her and said, "Leave this person here, and take the rest away."
Song Ci and his companions had a few peaceful days here. But Song Lao San did not know what he did outside that day. He came back holding a wooden box, looking thoughtful. His face looked ugly, and Qiao Xianglan was so scared that she thought something had happened.
"Qiao'er, Lu'er, go boil a pot of hot water."
After hearing what Song Lao San said, she finally felt relieved. After everyone was gone, she still couldn't help but glare at the other person.
"Look at you, you came back looking so pale, I thought something happened. If Xiaoci and Lan'er saw this, they would definitely be scared."
Song Laosan took his wife's hand and said, "It's my fault for making you worry. But do you want to see what's in this box?"
Hearing what he said, Qiao Xianglan immediately became interested. She opened the box and found four things in total. As she looked at them, she realized something was wrong and covered her mouth.
“These things…”
Song Lao San sighed, "You can see it too."
"These things aren't like what ordinary families give to their children." She touched the piece of cloth that wrapped the child. "Although I don't know the value of this cloth, I know it's definitely not ordinary. I'm afraid each piece is worth dozens of taels."
"You're right."
"And this gold necklace and bracelet. I'm sure your mother will be very happy too. These things were prepared with great care."
Qiao Xianglan carefully stroked the children's things. Now that she was a mother, she could better understand the feelings of being a mother.
These children's things are exquisite and delicate, with excellent meanings. I think a lot of effort must have been put into their creation.
Turning around, she met Song Lao San's difficult gaze, "Xianglan, do you think... is she still alive?"
Qiao Xianglan's heart trembled. "What nonsense are you talking about! My mother is fine, your mother must be fine too." But she felt guilty even when she said this. If the child was lost, the mother would have lost half her life. And why was Song Lao San picked up by Old Lady Song back then? It would have been fine if it was an accident, but if it was intentional, his mother would probably be in a bad situation too.
She swallowed her thoughts and said comfortingly, "Good luck will come to you. Besides, she must be more anxious than anyone else if you lost it. These things are all good things. I think they belong to a very good family."
Thinking of this, she carefully observed her husband's eyebrows and eyes, and found that except for his dark complexion due to years of traveling for business, his eyebrows and eyes were extremely handsome, and he didn't look like a member of the Song family at all.
Thinking about the appearance of Song Lan and Song Ci, Song Lan looks like Qiao Xianglan, but Song Ci's beauty and elegance in every gesture are exactly like Song Lao San.
All the things that I couldn't understand became clear in an instant.
In the past, she just thought that her husband was a good boy. Now she thinks that he is much better than the eldest and second Song brothers, and he doesn't look like Old Mrs. Song at all.
Old Mrs. Song was extremely mean to their whole family because her son was not her biological son.
Thinking of this, Qiao Xianglan felt sad, and her voice became choked with sobs. "You have suffered a lot over the years."
Children are pieces of flesh and blood that fall from their mothers. If Song Laosan's mother knew how he had been living these years, she would feel so miserable.
Similarly, this news soon reached the ears of Song Lan and Song Ci.
The brother and sister looked at each other in surprise, both of them were shocked by the explosive news that their father might be the son of a wealthy family.
"Dad, do you mean... we should also be the young masters and young ladies of wealthy families?" Song Lan pointed at his nose, his mouth twisted with joy.
"You're the only one who's talking nonsense. Now's not the time to be thinking about these things. I asked you to come here to see if you can figure out anything. Just looking at these things, you can't tell who they belong to."
Song Ci glanced at Song Lao San who was still in deep thought, and saw the confusion and confusion in his eyes.
"Dad, do you want to find it?"
Song Lao San looked up, his eyes confused, and murmured for a while, "I don't know."
These four words extinguished Song Lan's beautiful dream.
He couldn't understand why his father was fine but he didn't want to go back and was still hesitating!
Seeing her husband hesitate, Qiao Xianglan simply closed the box and handed it to Song Ci, "You keep these things. Since your father doesn't want to look for them, then don't look for them!"
Song Laosan looked at his wife with emotion in his eyes.
Then he looked at the son of the nobleman with an anxious look on his face and shouted angrily, "Even if we find him back, we don't know whether he will welcome us or not. He didn't raise them himself, how can... can it be the same?"
The more he talked, the more depressed he became.
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