Survival from desperate situation

Author: Lonely Qingquan

Survival from desperate situation

Ding Zhao hurriedly walked home carrying the box.

The box contained candies and preserves he bought for his son, tonics for his father, and a piece of floral cloth for his wife. It cost more than five taels of silver, so it was a pity to lose them.

Ding Zhao and his wife rent in Qikou Hutong, not far from Yinfeng Street. It takes more than two-quarters of an hour to walk there. The houses in this area are dilapidated, old and small, and most of the residents are traders. As soon as you enter the alley, you can smell the smell.

There is a turbid smell.

There were dirty puddles on the ground one after another. He tiptoed across the puddles and knocked on the second courtyard door.

"Who is it?" a female voice.

Ding Zhao said, "Zhi Niang, it's me."

Neither voice was heard.

Xunxiang was excited in the box. Unexpectedly, she was already dead and survived, and her fate was reversed again.

Xunxiang was woken up by being thrown.

Hearing people crying and screaming outside, he guessed what happened and dropped his box on the ground.

She didn't dare to cry, praying that the woman said "He Shun" not to pick up the box. She was also afraid that if she didn't pick it up, she would be trampled to death.

While he was struggling, the box was picked up.

She wanted to cry but had no tears. She was destined to be the shortest-lived time travel girl.

After a while, she regained hope because the person carrying the box did not take a car but walked, and she did not hear Aunt He's voice.

Maybe someone took advantage of the money and took the box first.

Xunxiang prayed, no matter who is a thief, a bandit, or a villain, anyone can take it, but don't let He Shun take it.

No matter whether the front is a tiger's den or a dragon's pool, it is better than being killed immediately, and there is still room for planning.

Hearing those two voices, Xunxiang was sure that he had indeed been picked up by another person.

There was a sound at the door, followed by a man's voice.

"I also bought you a piece of calico."

The woman smiled and said, "It costs so much money to treat the disease, why waste money?"

Ding Zhao smiled and said, "Red flowers on a blue background, your clothes look good."

The couple entered the house and placed the wooden box on the table.

Mrs. Zhang looked at the wooden box and said in surprise, "Master, this box is not ours."

Ding Zhao was startled. He lowered his head and took a closer look at the wooden box. It was dark brown and the same size, but the box had patterns carved on it and the wood was much better.

"It's indeed not ours. I must have picked it up by mistake on Yinfeng Street. I was walking in a hurry and didn't look carefully."

He quickly opened the lid of the box and saw a baby wearing green clothes and a pink hat curled up in the box. The baby looked at them quietly with its big eyes open.

Ding Zhao and Zhang both exclaimed.

"Jesus!"

"What's going on?"

Ding Zhao told the story of how when he was passing by Yinfeng Street, he encountered a panic and a panic. He dropped the box in his hand and picked it up again.

"I'll go back to Yinfeng Street right away to see if anyone is looking for the child."

Ms. Zhang was attracted by the baby in the box, her eyes filled with love and pity.

"Tsk, tsk, it's so beautiful. It's the first time I've seen such a handsome child. He's so brave that he didn't cry."

She took the baby out of the box and pulled off the diaper. It was her daughter.

The affection in her eyes became even stronger, and she looked at the child carefully and said, "The clothes and hat are all made of excellent soft satin. They are also embroidered with flowers, sewn with pearls, scented with incense, and the box is also carved with

Hua...this child is not simple, he must come from a wealthy family."

One year after coming to the capital, Mr. Zhang made strips and took them to embroidery shops to sell for money, and he could tell the quality of the materials. Occasionally, he would meet women from wealthy families who went there, and he could also tell the quality of the incense. This child's

Although the fragrance is very light, it smells very good. It should be a rare quality incense.

Ding Zhao also noticed that it was unusual, "Such a small baby, not to mention wealthy families, even ordinary people like us have to hold it in their arms or carry it on their backs when going out, for fear of bumping the child.

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"Children from rich families are so valuable. How could they be put in a box with a lid on them? It's obvious that they don't want to be seen. Could it be that bad guys stole the children and sold them for money?

"Or maybe the person who stole the child is the enemy of the child's parents and wants to kill her and throw her into a mass grave? I'm scared to think about it. If there were more people in the crowd, the child would have been trampled to death."

After saying that, he shook his head and denied his previous guess, "That's not right. Rich people are not ordinary people like us. Thieves can just climb over the wall and steal things. Rich people live deep in the compound and have so many masters and servants. How can their children be easily stolen?"

People stole it.

"In this case, there must be someone in the child's family who is not good for her, and she must be able to steal it by cooperating inside and outside."

Xunxiang was very surprised. The couple were both very smart and their analysis was very clear and logical.

Mrs. Zhang was a little scared, "Master, did you cause trouble by picking up the child?" She sighed again and said, "How could they let go of such a beautiful child?"

Ding Zhao said, "Big families have a lot of secrets. As long as it affects their interests, they can do anything."

His mother, who died young, was harmed by members of her family.

Ding Zhao took the child from his wife's hands. The child was very beautiful and looked at him with clear eyes without blinking. Ding Zhao felt soft in his heart and couldn't bear to let go.

Listening to their conversation just now, Xunxiang decided that the two couples were good people. She was also afraid that they would send her back to the wolf's den, so she grinned at them.

I yelled in my heart, adopt me quickly, adopt me quickly...

Mrs. Zhang's heart softened, she liked the child to the bottom of her heart, and she could see her husband's love for the child.

She said, "God, look how sweet she smiles at us. Head, I told you that I gave birth to a daughter in a dream a few days ago. Is this the daughter given to us by God? Otherwise, we can raise her

Let her go. No one will come to recognize her if she is sent back to Yinfeng Street. Even if she comes to recognize her, she may be killed. I have only given birth to two sons, and my father-in-law is looking forward to having a granddaughter every day. But I was injured when I gave birth to Liren.

My body, who knows if I can get pregnant again."

Xunxiang was extremely excited. This was the aura of a time-traveling woman. Even if she was dead, she could be transferred again. By some chance, she was picked up by this family. The two couples seemed kind at first glance, and they happened to have no daughter.

She first smiled sweetly at the woman, then turned her eyes to the man, looking at him earnestly. Of course she couldn't see them clearly, but she could tell the direction from the sound.

Ding Zhao also remembered that his daughter-in-law dreamed of giving birth to a daughter. Is this really a daughter given to them by God?

He smiled and said, "This child is so smart. Look at her little eyes, she is afraid that we won't want her. It's fate that I picked her up."

Of course we are destined, Xunxiang was so happy that her eyes were filled with laughter.

Ding Zhao saw the baby girl smiling sweetly at him, and felt pity in his heart. He still said, "However, we can't keep her without permission..."

Mrs. Zhang said anxiously, "Why not? You like this child too."

Xun Xiang's smile froze, and she pursed her lips and wanted to cry. She said something so nice, why didn't she keep it to herself?

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