C10 Recall

The exterior of the house didn't look good, and as soon as they entered, they knew that the interior of the house was even more dilapidated. The exterior of the house didn't look good, and as soon as they entered, they found that the interior of the house was even more dilapidated. Other than these few boxes, there was basically nothing else in the room, not even pots and pans.

Old man Yang gave Martial Uncle a bowl of water. Martial Uncle thanked him and finished the water in a few gulps.

But Old Man Yang didn't have the slightest intention to pour him any more water. Instead, he sat on the edge of the bed and silently watched the two of us.

The situation was a little awkward. Martial Uncle spoke out first: "I heard that you are the most experienced and experienced silkworm farmer in this village. The two of us have just arrived and we wish to learn the methods and secret methods to raise silkworms from senior."

But you two don't seem to be the kind of person who cultivates silkworms. If you have something to ask, ask who can't do it, and yet you have to come this far to find me. The two of you don't want to tell the truth, and I haven't raised silkworms for decades. Old man Yang seemed to have seen through our intentions, his tone wasn't very good.

Seeing that Old Man Yang's tone was not good, Martial Uncle's attitude became rude, "You said that the two of us are not speaking the truth, but you have never told the truth. You said that you have not raised silkworms for decades, but in reality, you do not raise white silkworms.

Old man Yang's expression was uncertain, even a little flustered, "Why are you asking this, and what does what I raise have anything to do with you, who are you people?"

Seeing how Martial Uncle's eyes were fierce, as if he was an interrogator, I could not bear to continue watching. After all, this surnamed Yang was so old, and based on his age, he could be considered an elder.

Uncle Yang, we didn't know about you at first, but today someone specifically lured us here to find you. To tell you the truth, this morning a pale-faced woman with a lot of black eyeballs came to my shop, said some weird words and left a black cocoon behind. I told him about the morning, hoping he would understand and tell us what he knew.

Hearing my description of this woman, his expression immediately became extremely nervous and unnatural. "Where is she? Where did you see her?" Old Man Yang excitedly ran over and grabbed my shoulder while he shook it.

Otherwise, why would he be so excited? I tried to ease his emotions and let him sit down first, "Uncle Yang, I only saw her once this morning, and then she left. I don't know where she went, is this woman important to you?"

Who knew that Old Man Yang would suddenly start crying. Furthermore, he was very sad. His next words made us all very shocked, "She's my daughter, my biological daughter!"

I didn't believe him, "That's impossible, didn't your family burn out a few decades ago, with the exception of you, could it be that you married someone else?"

"No, I swear that I only love Ru Niang. In this life, I only have her, and I can only have her as my wife. My daughter has indeed died, but now, she is living in a different way. However, if she wasn't brought up by my side, she probably wouldn't know that I'm her father. " Old man Yang suddenly became sad and deep in love again.

The more I listened, the more confused I became. What was her daughter?

"In that case, your daughter had personally escaped from that great fire, but the person I saw today had fair skin and didn't have the slightest hint of damage, so he shouldn't be your daughter." The Martial Uncle asked him.

Old man Yang was lost in his memories when he was asked like this.

He had a beautiful wife, a pair of lively and intelligent children, and was the richest family in the village. However, things were unpredictable. That day, after he went out to discuss the silk business and came back, the few houses in his house were engulfed in flames. He cried out as he rushed inside, and even if he couldn't save his family, he would still die together with them.

The eldest son of the Zhang Family tightly held onto him, which was why he didn't rush in. Unexpectedly, the eldest son of the Zhang Family was dragged into the fire. After a while, the eldest son of the Zhang family came running out of the house in the dark, carrying a small child that had been burned to the ground. He rushed to pick up the child and found that the child's face had been ruined, but he could tell from the small shoes that it was his daughter. He asked the eldest son, knowing that his wife and son could no longer be found, only the girl was saved. Finally, the fire was put out and the blackened remains of his wife and son were found in the ruins of the fire.

He was in so much pain that he wanted to kill himself, but when he looked at this poor little girl, he knew that he couldn't die. She was still waiting for him to take care of her. He looked at the child in his arms. Although she still had her breath, she was completely unconscious. It was unknown whether it was because she choked on the smoke or because her body was too badly burned.

He wanted to take his child to the hospital, but there was no phone in the village, no way to call an ambulance, and there was no car in the village, the only means of transportation was a bicycle.

The eldest son of the Zhang family, who had just saved him, said that he could save his child. Thus, without thinking, he carried the child to his house. After arriving at his house, in order to see how the child's condition was, he pulled down the blanket that was wrapped around the child. Who knew that the fire had melted the child's flesh and glued it to his clothes. Just as he gently pulled open the clothes, he tore off a bloody piece of skin.

This time, he did not dare to touch the bottle anymore. However, how could he disinfect the clothes if he did not take them off? The eldest son of the Zhang Clan took out a bottle of white wine and poured it onto the child through the blanket. The child woke up at once, and the pain in her whole body made her cry, but the crying made her burn her face, and blood and pus oozed out of her black face. After a while, she fainted from the pain, and as her father, seeing the child so miserable and so painful, it was as if his heart had been cut open, and if he could, it would be himself who would be burned in the fire, not this little child.