Chapter 79 - Chapter 79: Chapter 79: Became a Little Beggar _1 (1/2)

Chapter 79: Chapter 79: Became a Little Beggar _1

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Chen Da heard his wife say this and became uneasy. “Won’t keeping that child at home be a disaster?”

“Who could argue with that,” Chen Dasao began to worry.

“What if we hand her over to the authorities?” suggested Chen Da.

“Hand her over to what authorities?” Chen Dasao was annoyed. “If the child was indeed kidnapped, turning her in won’t help us. We would end up offending the Han Family and your brother for no reason. Your brother might even blame you for meddling too much.”

Chen Guanglu, who was good at ingratiating himself and networking with others since his youth, had much interaction with county officials. His connections were wide-ranging. How should they say it if they just gave the child away themselves?

Should they say that the Han family sent her and that they are turning her in for fear of getting involved? They might end up with the tables turned on them by the couple, causing trouble for themselves.

“So what should we do?” Chen Da scratched his head, distressed. “This won’t work, and that won’t work, why did you agree with her in the first place?” Chen Dasao kicked her husband, irritated, “I told you, I didn’t realize it at the time.”

Chen Da was silent, burying his head and eating his porridge.

“Hmph, if the Han family isn’t letting the child out, then let’s let her get lost by accident.” Chen Dasao’s eyes sparkled, “We can’t watch her every second of the day.” Chen Da looked up from his rice bowl, “What if the child doesn’t leave?”

“If she doesn’t, we’ll make her leave.” Chen Dasao had full confidence,

“Tomorrow there is a temple fair, children get lost at these events all the time.”

In the evening, Yingbao was arranged to sleep in a small thatched hut filled with miscellaneous items and firewood.

Chen Dasao threw her a tattered hemp blanket, telling her to sleep in the pile of grass.

After they left, Yingbao entered her little nest to check the items she had gathered.

After Xiaojie’s drowning incident, she had stored many things in that little nook.

Old clothes, blankets, ropes, baskets, some grains, and flour, none of which were of use at the moment.

She lifted her wrist and looked at it. It had been cleaned, which meant the Han family already knew that she didn’t have a birthmark. That is to say, they must have already realized she wasn’t their daughter.

Even knowing that she wasn’t their daughter, they had still sent her to Zhouhe County, over a hundred miles away. This meant the Han family hadn’t given up on their idea.

So what awaited her was either being silenced or being silenced, it was just a matter of time.

If the Han family indeed had a son, or if anything else happened during this period, there’s no doubt she would be killed sooner than later.

It’s far too easy for an adult to kill a child, then find a random place to bury the body, nobody would have any idea.

Therefore, she couldn’t stay here and she couldn’t tell these people the truth.

Her best act was to pretend to be a naive child and escape when the chance arose.

Early the next morning,

The tattered blanket on Yingbao was stripped off.

Chen Dasao looked at her with a friendly smile and gave her two black buns.

“You must be hungry. Eat quickly.”

Yingbao took the two black buns owned out.

Chen Dasao said, “There’s a temple fair outside the front street today, do you want to go?”

Yingbao’s eyes brightened, and she nodded.

“Let your big sister take you then.” She said, giving a girl standing at the side two coins, “Take good care of your little sister at the temple fair. She’s your aunt’s relative after all.”

The girl happily took the two coins, held Yingbao’s hand, and led her outside.

Yingbao, with a bewildered look on her face, followed the girl outside. Looking back, she saw Chen Dasao looking at her with a heavy face.

The sky outside was gray and it wasn’t very bright. An eight or nine-year-old girl leading a toddler girl little more than three years old out of the alley didn’t attract any attention.

This dirty and dilapidated lane was a home to the less affluent people, whose outfits were ragged, even compared to the villagers of Dongchen Village.