"I think so." Luo Fengtang said.

Then, he looked at Yang Ruoqing: "Looking blindly like this one by one, you really have no clue, and it's easy to alert the snake."

"I agree with Brother Zuo's suggestion, Qing'er, what do you think?" he asked her.

Yang Ruoqing thought for a while and said: "It's feasible. Then you two go to the village to talk to Li Zheng and the others about this matter. I'll stay here waiting for you and take a look around."

Luo Fengtang understood her mood at the moment. He was very anxious and would not let go of any suspicious person. He would not take his eyes off any boat, even for a moment.

Because his mood is also like this.

However, the more times like this, the more important it is for someone to calm down.

"Okay, then you stay here and wait for us, but Qing'er you have to promise us that you won't be allowed to act without permission before we come back!"

He warned again, and his face became a bit serious.

This girl can be calm and calm when faced with anything else. Even if the mountain collapses in front of her, she will not lose an inch.

But when it comes to Chen'er, this is her weakness.

It's the only thing that can make her lose her mind and calmness.

"Qing'er, promise me, we'll take action together when we come back, okay?"

Seeing that she didn't answer immediately, Luo Fengtang couldn't help but put his hands on her shoulders, leaned down, looked into her eyes and said seriously.

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses and nodded: "Don't worry, I won't be so impulsive, nor will I do anything bad. I'll wait for you to come back."

Hearing this, Luo Fengtang felt relieved, let go of her shoulders, turned around and came to Zuo Junmo: "Let's go."

Zuo Junmo nodded, and the two of them took the horse and carriage and went there to store them first. But here, Yang Ruoqing also withdrew her sight, turned around and walked towards the river.

The river is very wide and long, with high dams.

She chose a place to stand, looking down at the boats coming and going on the river below her feet.

If Chen'er is really nearby, then for more than a year, has the poor child been drifting on the water with the fisherman and his wife? Has he no fixed abode?

Thinking of this, her brows knit together slightly.

My heart was so painful that it clenched together fiercely.

From somewhere on the shore, the noisy sounds of children playing could be heard.

For Yang Ruoqing, this was the most sensitive moment, so she quickly followed the sound and walked over.

In sight, several boats appeared on the shore, all of which were black-awned boats.

The awning boat was tied under the roots of the poplar trees on the shore. On the branches of the poplar trees, there were clothes hanging out to dry.

The men’s large, shapeless underpants, the women’s baggy flowery clothes, and the children’s clothes with many holes in them.

A few lean men were arranging fishing nets on the shore, and a few thick-set women were washing vegetables there.

They were talking and laughing loudly, but because the distance was a bit far and the surroundings were too noisy, with the sound of water and whistles coming and going, Yang Ruoqing couldn't quite hear what they were saying or what accent they were using.

A large group of children were playing, running and chasing around the women.

The older one is probably about ten years old, and the younger one is probably about three or four years old.

These children are all wearing very shabby clothes.

Shabby and slovenly.

From his hair to his toes, everything looked sloppy.

Why mention toes?

That's because many of these children don't have shoes on their feet, or they wear straw sandals.

It's such a cold day, and there are rocks everywhere on the shore. Why don't the adults wear shoes for the children?

The cold air enters through the feet. No matter how poor you are, you can’t do this, parents!

Chen'er, will my Chen'er be like this?

I had mixed feelings in my heart, but my feet moved towards that direction.

Among the group of children, no children over one year old were seen.

Wait, wait for Tang Yazi and the others to come...

In this way, Yang Ruoqing probably spent about two bowls of tea observing the group of children nearby, but Tang Yazi and the others still didn't come over.

Seeing that the women were preparing to cook, they set up a simple stove on the shore with a large iron pot on it.

Cut the washed potatoes into pieces, pinch the cabbage randomly and cut it into several sections, and then throw them into the pot together with the washed small fish, crabs, loaches, etc.

Stir fry a few times, add some ginger, garlic and salt, then add a few ladles of water.

Wait until the soup inside boils, then grab two handfuls of noodles and put them in.

Then, he grabbed the bowl next to him, picked two chopsticks from each bowl, and handed it to the children who were tired from playing and were coming around smelling the fragrance.

The children held their own bowls and ran to the side to eat.

The women filled more noodles, fish and vegetables in big bowls and gave them to their men.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes kept following one of the women. Among the large and thick women around her, this woman looked much thinner.

Her pot was the smallest, but there were more children around it. She also had a several-month-old baby strapped to her back.

After she divided the noodles among the children, she put a small bowl into a awning boat docked on the shore.

After a while, a roar suddenly came from the awning boat, and the awning boat suddenly started to shake violently.

There were screams of women and frightened cries of children.

The screams and cries were soon shaken by the man's rough roar.

On the shore, other men and women pointed at the noisy awning boat.

Immediately afterwards, a thin and petite figure was seen running out of the boat.

It was the thin woman from before. This time, not only was she carrying the little baby on her back, but she was also holding another child tightly in her arms.

The child's body shape is somewhat similar to that of Baby Luo. Judging from the color of the clothes he is wearing, he should be a boy.

There was a veil tied around his head, as if he was ill.

She was crying, and her cries were mixed with fear and uneasiness.

He was held in the woman's arms and ran hastily. The rugged rocks on the shore made it extremely difficult for the woman to run.

Behind the three women, a middle-aged man rushed out.

That man was shirtless despite the cold weather.

He has a Chinese character face, beard, messy hair, but his face is bright red.

A pair of eyes, blood red, showing the confusion and mania caused by alcoholism.

"Damn bitch, I haven't even eaten the prodigal stuff, and you still want to feed your sick son?"

"I'll cut you one by one, and they'll all fucking die for me!"

The man waved a knife in his hand, chasing after the three women like a crazy beast.

The children, who were happily eating noodles with bowls in their hands, saw their father chasing their mother with a knife.
Chapter completed!