Don’t think that Wang Cuihua can’t see it. Although this mother and her children look thin, they are actually fatter than other refugees.
After all, she had seen the world and had worked as a maid in a wealthy family.
You can tell at a glance that the shoes these people are wearing are not simple. They look made of rough fabric, but they are actually made of cotton.
In the entire Lu'an County, few people could afford to wear cotton cloth, and most people could only wear linen and ramie cloth.
After careful observation over the past few days, she found that the legs of the mother and her two children were very strong when they were traveling, unlike other people who kept shaking.
Therefore, Mrs. Wang was certain that the mother and her two sons must have hidden food. They would go into the mountains every day to steal food.
Not only did they not give her food, but they even dared to play tricks on her. She was determined to teach these three mother and son a lesson.
Thinking of this, Mrs. Wang stopped pretending and stretched out her dry fingers to grab Xiao Ling'er's face.
“Lingling——”
"Sister——"
"Bang!"
The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground was followed by the worried voices of Mu Xiya and Xiao Yuhao.
The scene became quiet for a while!
Wang Po's body was already ten meters away. She lay on the ground with her eyes closed, motionless, and it was unknown whether she was dead.
The expressions of the refugees around were different, and most of them had a hint of fear in their eyes.
The couple in the crowd lowered their heads, not daring to look in the direction of Xiao Ling'er and her two children.
Only the boy of twelve or thirteen years old looked at Xiao Ling'er in surprise and accidentally met Xiao Ling'er's gaze.
The young man was frightened and turned his head quickly. Like his parents, he didn't dare to look at Xiao Ling'er again, and his body trembled slightly.
Apart from the mysterious team, there was only one person at the scene who had no fear in his eyes. No, there was an unexpected joy in his eyes.
This person was none other than the grandson mentioned by Mrs. Wang, who was lying on the ground, his life or death unknown.
Everyone was secretly observing the child at this time and found that there was no sadness or grief on his face, and he seemed not to care at all about his injured grandmother.
"What an ungrateful person!" a woman couldn't help but curse.
"Alas, maybe he is still young and doesn't understand what sadness is." The man next to the woman spoke for the boy.
"Bah, our Yinbao is not like that. He looks a year or two older than Yinbao."
The woman snorted and said proudly as she looked at the sleeping boy in the man's arms.
The other refugees might have agreed with what the woman said, but even so, no one was willing to say anything more.
Only fools meddle in other people's affairs. Smart people will save their energy for their journey and will not waste extra energy on meddling in other people's affairs.
Xiao Ling'er also noticed that the child was not afraid of her, but was looking at her with burning eyes, as if he would run towards her as long as she nodded.
"Damn it!"
Xiao Ling'er cursed softly. How could she interpret from the eyes of a four or five-year-old child that he wanted to get close to her?
The most important thing was that when they looked at each other just now, the boy gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if they had met not long ago.
seem?
Xiao Ling'er raised her eyes again and carefully observed the boy's appearance. Yes, he looked like Gu Yunting.
A bold guess suddenly popped up in Xiao Ling'er's mind: Could this boy be Gu Yunting's son who was left behind?
The more Xiao Ling'er thought about it, the more she felt that this was possible!
This kind of plot often appears in novels, where the heroine has secretly given birth to a big son for him without the hero's knowledge.
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