Zhao Hanzhang couldn't help but think of her own face, did she really look like a fool?
Unexpectedly, the village chief frowned and sighed, "Yes, once you leave, Da Zhuang and his family's days won't go well."
Zhao Hanzhang blinked, is there truly a child here?
Fu Tinghan asked, "Wasn't it said he was alone?"
The child was not Wu Erlang's; since he is the Second Son, naturally there is a Big Brother.
Wu Dalang had three children, the brothers had already divided the family, and last year Wu Dalang was killed while protecting the family property by marauding soldiers who stormed into the village, leaving three children behind.
Soon, Da Zhuang brought his siblings to stand before Zhao Hanzhang, three children in ragged clothes, their faces fairly clean, but their hands covered in mud. Before coming, they had been digging roots in the fields.
The three sniffled, glanced at Wu Erlang in confusion, and then joined him in gazing innocently at Zhao Hanzhang.
