The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

Cheng Feng felt that Li Laowu was right, because Xiaosi also suspected that Mrs. Jin was attracted to him, and today he scratched her neck with a knife, but she did not let his men hurt him and let him leave. What does it mean? Madam Jin is probably attracted to her.

"Fifth brother, please continue, what does her fancying me have to do with stealing my son?"

Li Laowu said: "My guess is that she couldn't see you, so she stole your son back to raise. Doesn't your son look very similar to you? One is bigger and the other is smaller. Which one does she choose? no the same."

Cheng Feng plopped down on the stool. Several people who heard Li Laowu's words were confused. Can they believe such words? Mrs. Jin of the Jin Mansion is a young lady, how could she do such a thing.

Boss Qian said: "It can't be like this, what do you think, Dong Ke?"

This is a follower that he is quite satisfied with. He talks much more and is more reliable than Cangman.

"Boss, I don't think a lady from Jin Mansion can do such a thing. If she really falls in love with Cheng Feng, then send more people to tie up Cheng Feng and raise him at home. Who will find out? If she has a child to raise, Isn’t it outrageous?”

What he said was more in line with Boss Qian's wishes.

Cheng Feng listened carefully to everyone's words, but still felt that there was something wrong with Mrs. Jin. At this time, he already had a plan in mind.

At this time, the clerk who was wiping the table suddenly said in a low voice: "That Mrs. Jin looks very much like Cheng Feng."

At this time, the heater in Boss Qian's hand fell on the table, and the windlass fell to the ground.

Cangman helped pick it up and handed it to Boss Qian. He stared at Cheng Feng again and again, and then said, "Is it that similar?"

Li Laowu looked at Cheng Feng carefully and said, "It's very similar."

Several people were staring at Cheng Feng, and Cheng Feng himself was thinking about how much he looked like Mrs. Jin.

This Mrs. Jin Cangman has seen before. It’s not that Mrs. Jin doesn’t leave the house, she also has to help with the business at home, so as Boss Qian’s personal bodyguard, it’s normal for him to have seen Mrs. Jin, but from a distance. They just met for a moment without saying a word. After all, their boss has no interaction with Jin Mansion, let alone business dealings.

He took out a portrait of the child, looked at it, and then said, "If it really looks like this, some people will believe your son if he says he was born by her."

Li Laowu said: "Does Mrs. Jin have no son?"

Cangman said: "No."

Li Laowu said: "It's possible that Cheng Feng's son was faked."

Cheng Feng stood up and said, "I'll go find her."

Boss Qian pulled Cheng Feng's wrist and said: "Sit down first and calm down. If the child is in her hands, the child is safe. If she sincerely hides the child, we can easily find it, but with her It shouldn’t be her who did it.”

Cangman said: "Boss, what's wrong with you today? Why do you always help Mrs. Jin to speak?"

Boss Qian said: "I don't speak for anyone. I will know everything if I check it at night."

Cheng Feng finally looked forward to it late at night. He followed Dong Ke and his group into Jin Mansion. They searched Jin Mansion but could not find the child.

Cheng Feng's heart fell into the abyss. Looking at the people who came back, Boss Qian knew that they had returned in vain, "Go and rest. Let the government help find them tomorrow."

Cheng Feng had no choice but to go home and lie down. There was no fire in the stove and it was extremely cold inside the house, but he couldn't feel the cold because his heart was even colder. Xiaosha must have not found the child, otherwise he would have written to him long ago. .

This is indeed the case. The surrounding villages have been searched by everyone, but to no avail.

At this time, Xiaosha was also lying on the kang with his eyes open, thinking about the whereabouts of the child.

Early the next morning, there was a knock on the door of the fool's house. As soon as the fool heard the knock, he put on his shoes and ran out. There was a man and a woman holding a child at the door. The fool excitedly hugged the child, thinking it was a child. His own son, when he untied a corner of the quilt, his heart went cold. He realized that he was not his child at all. The fool handed the child to the other person and said, "This is not my child. Please take it back."

The trumpet in the village was playing very loudly, which was very sad. According to the rules here, today was the day when the two elders of the Li family were buried. She sent away the two people who came to recognize their relatives with their children and turned back to the house without closing the door.

She sat at the dining table and stared at the breakfast made by Yuhua in a daze. Yuhua consulted Xiaosi and said, "Eat some. When you are full, you can find children."

The fool picked up the chopsticks mechanically, took a few bites and put them down. At this time, another person came, also holding a child. The child was more than four months old, so the fool had to send the person away.

At the end of the day, there was no serious news, but there were quite a few people holding their children to recognize their relatives. It seemed that this era was too poor, and everyone wanted to take out their children and find a good family to raise them.

After a few days, Fool finally fell ill. Except for the time when she would get up and take a look when she came to recognize the child, she would lie on the kang in a daze the rest of the time.

There was no progress on Cheng Feng's side, and the government didn't find their child. He had no choice but to come back to discuss with the fool.

The fool glanced at the very haggard Cheng Feng and closed her eyes again. She didn't say a word or ask, but she guessed the result.

Cheng Feng looked at Xiaosi who was not in good condition and had several injuries on his face. He said in a hoarse voice, "What's wrong with your face?"

The fool didn't say anything. Yuhua, who was standing behind Cheng Feng, said, "Liu Dalan is here to beat him."

Looking at Cheng Feng who came back empty-handed, Yuhua still asked without giving up: "Has the child been found?"

Cheng Feng shook his head and sat on the edge of the kang, lowering his head and not knowing what he was thinking.

When he saw Cheng Feng's carriage entering the courtyard, Uncle Chen wanted to ask about the situation.

Uncle Chen looked at Cheng Feng who looked tired and said, "Is there any news?"

"No."

"Where have you been looking?"

Cheng Feng recounted everything that happened in the past few days, and Xiaosha, who had his eyes closed, could hear it clearly, and the hope in his heart was completely shattered.

Uncle Chen said: "This is strange. There is neither in the city nor in the village. Where can this child be? You can't hide such a crying and fussy child? Besides, take such a small baby back home What can it do? There is nothing else to do except raise it."

They have tried every possible way. For such an expensive reward, even if they don't look for it, there are still many people looking for it.

Looking at the few people who were silent, Uncle Chen said: "Think of a way again. Don't let the two of you fall down before the child is found."

Yuhua started crying louder, "What else can I do? I've looked everywhere I can, where else can I look for it?"

Uncle Chen couldn't say that the child would probably not be found. Wouldn't it cost the lives of Cheng Feng and Fool? He comforted Yuhua and told Cheng Feng and Fool, "The child must have been hidden. He hid it." You can't hide for a while, and once we relax, the child will probably be easy to find."

Cheng Feng looked at Uncle Chen and said, "Really?"

Uncle Chen said: "I'm a certain age, can I fool you? So you two can't fall down, and you have to live your life."

Cheng Feng nodded. Uncle Chen didn't know whether he heard it or not, but whoever was involved in such a matter would probably have trouble getting over it for a while, let alone this young couple.

There was still a child's quilt spread on the kang, but there was no child on it. The fool lay on the kang silently. She didn't respond to anyone who spoke, almost like a living dead.