From Folly to Fortune：I Rewrite My Life After Rebirth!

Chapter 537 - 533 You are My Biological Father (Four More Updates)

But how can I not be worried? Mu Dashan, listening to what Mr. Mu said, couldn’t care about anything else and insisted on going to find people.Mr. Mu had no choice but to join Mu Dashan in the search.

The night was falling fast, the sky suddenly darkened, and everyone in Er Gui Village was searching so hard their eyes were nearly blind, yet they found no trace of anyone.

Everyone was anxiously worried inside.

Yu Si Niang cried several times along the way; if the villagers hadn’t persuaded her, she would probably have fainted already.

The feeling of losing a child is something only those who have experienced it can understand.

By now, Mu Shuangshuang was certain that the child had been taken; this late, if the child had just gone out to play, he would surely have returned by now.

The first thing that came to her mind was the nearby human traffickers, even if it wasn’t them, they would know who it was.

Mu Shuangshuang shared her thoughts with Lu Yuanfeng.

Lu Yuanfeng’s thoughts were similar to Mu Shuangshuang’s; after searching for so long, it shouldn’t have been lost on its own.

"Shuangshuang, I know where the nearest human traffickers live. We should hurry and find them!"

Not far away, the people of Er Gui Village were still searching for the two children with torches, which warmed Mu Shuangshuang’s heart significantly.

People say distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. Even if they usually exchange harsh words, when faced with great difficulties, everyone takes the side that needs help.

This is probably a trait ingrained in one’s bones, no matter how great the disagreements are daily, in the face of disasters, everyone is of one mind.

If there’s any hatred, it can wait until the children are found.

Nothing is bigger than the children.

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After dark, the human traffickers carried Yuanbao and Little Zhi to Tie Dao Village.

Wang the blacksmith’s house was brightly lit. With Chen Hong gone, life was much more comfortable for them. They no longer had to get up early to cook meals and didn’t have to serve Chen Hong like a grandson every day.

Plus, they were about to have a son, so the two elders of the Wang family were very excited.

Especially Mrs. Zhou, whose son had died many years ago. She had been longing day and night for a child to come.

That afternoon, Mrs. Zhou received a notification from the human traffickers. Originally, the child was to be delivered in the afternoon, but Mrs. Zhou was afraid of being seen, so she asked the traffickers to come at night.

Mrs. Zhou’s idea was to raise the child at home, claiming to outsiders that the child belonged to a relative. After a few years, they would say the relative had died, and they would take care of the child themselves thereafter.

Wang the blacksmith also looked forward to the arrival of this child. They had been waiting for this day for too long, just like when their child was born.

"Old man, do you think the child the human traffickers are bringing us will look good? Will it resemble our little craftsman?" Mrs. Zhou asked.

"How could it resemble us when it’s not our biological son!" Wang the blacksmith shook his head helplessly.

"True, it’s not our biological child. Let’s hope it’s not like Chen Hong, an ungrateful wolf." Mrs. Zhou agreed.

Gradually, both Mrs. Zhou and Wang the blacksmith grew a little impatient waiting.

Mrs. Zhou opened the courtyard door, ready to go outside and take a look, when she happened to run into the visiting human traffickers.

The human traffickers around here weren’t just one; in total, they were six, each with different tasks, like handling business, scouting, lookout, execution, and of course, their boss, who was the man initially scouting outside.

The human trafficker placed the sack in the courtyard of Old Wang’s house.

"Oh no, how could you put them in a sack, what if they suffocate?" Mrs. Zhou exclaimed.

The two elders of the Wang family hurried to untie the sack.

Once untied, they were startled.

Inside the sack were two children, bound and with rags stuffed in their mouths. Upon seeing Mrs. Zhou and Wang the blacksmith, the children began to make muffled cries, seemingly asking for help.

"These... these are two children?" Mrs. Zhou asked.

"Yes, the girl is a gift to you, our boss said he’ll charge you fifteen taels for the boy!"

Last time they sold Chen Hong for ten taels, and this time the human traffickers charged fifteen taels, meaning the Old Wang family only lost five taels of silver.

A sure-fire deal.

"But these children are so big, can they be raised to be familiar?" Wang the blacksmith said skeptically.

Not just him, even Mrs. Zhou felt they couldn’t be easily assimilated.

They say children around two years old are best to raise; they don’t need milk, don’t need to be taught to speak, and you don’t have to worry about them not growing attached.

But for six or seven-year-olds, they would know where their home is, how can you guarantee they wouldn’t run back secretly?

Just as Wang the blacksmith was about to refuse, the human trafficker threatened, "You can refuse the children but you still have to pay. Do you think I’m doing you a favor by bringing you children for no reason?"

"If you dare not pay, I’ll let the villagers know you sold your daughter-in-law, and let them scold you to death."

There have been cases of selling a daughter-in-law, but those were done privately. If it became public, people would still point fingers at them.

Wang the blacksmith and his wife had no choice but to do as the human traffickers said and pay the money.

The two children were brought back.

Before they left, the human traffickers reminded them, "It’s better not to untie these two children now. If they run away, we’re not responsible!"

Wang the blacksmith and his wife didn’t dare to argue and just wished these people would leave quickly.

Once they were gone, Wang the blacksmith approached the two children with a candlestick.

Yuanbao couldn’t move, but his eyes stayed fixed on Little Zhi.

Little Zhi was silently shedding tears, scared out of his wits.

"Old man, these children are quite pitiful, should we... should we untie them?"

Having had children, seeing the two tied up like this pained Mrs. Zhou deeply.

"Why don’t you go prepare something to eat, I’ll have a word with these children."

Yuanbao and Little Zhi had been tied up all day and were indeed hungry.

"Little ones, from now on, I’m your dad, and the person making food for you is your mom. You must honor me and your mom in the future."

Little Zhi shook his head vigorously, crying out inside that wasn’t his dad, he already had a dad!

"I’m telling you, my wife and I have no other children. As long as you’re obedient, whatever you want to eat, we’ll make it for you. Whatever you want to play with, we’ll buy it for you. But if you dare to run, I’ll kill one of you!"

Wang the blacksmith, after all, was a blacksmith; his words were full of force, and Little Zhi was so scared he cried uncontrollably.

Yuanbao, although scared, remained much calmer.

He remembered what Sister Shuangshuang told him, never be afraid and face things calmly.

While Little Zhi was shaking his head, Yuanbao nodded emphatically, trying to appear compliant.

Seeing this, Wang the blacksmith, in a good mood, removed the cloth from Yuanbao’s mouth.

As soon as the cloth was removed, Yuanbao leaned his head up.

"Dad, you’re my real dad, those people earlier were so mean, they didn’t give Little Zhi and me any food, and Yuanbao is so hungry!"

Yuanbao naturally looked sturdy and robust, and this call of "Dad" made Wang the blacksmith feel like a dead tree coming back to life, warming his long-cold heart.

He looked at Yuanbao in astonishment, almost not daring to believe that Yuanbao was calling him.

"Child, what did you say, say it again!"