Fragrance Returned

Ding Zhao said, It was all our speculation. What if the child's family likes her and has reasons not to put it in the box? Let me go to Yinfeng Street to have a look. If anyone is looking for the child, or even report it to the official, let me know clearly. Why would we hide the children in the wooden box and then we return them to them? If you don’t dare to look for the lost children, then there is something fishy. If the children come back, it will be very bad, so we will keep the children.”

Zhang was extremely reluctant to give up, but nodded.

Although Xunxiang was disappointed, she had to admire the two couples as good people and good people, and they really liked the child they picked up. If she lives in this family, she will not suffer even if she is poor. In ancient times when sons were valued over daughters, there were many cases of abuse even for biological daughters.

She believed that old witch Xun did not dare to look for children in a big way. I hope nothing happens again and I can end up in this home.

Ding Zhao hurried out the door.

Mrs. Zhang peed for Xunxiang and put it on the kang. She went to the kitchen to make rice soup for the child.

Xunxiang was sleepy and hungry, and did not dare to cry. She fell into sleep uncontrollably again.

Xunxiang was woken up by Mrs. Zhang's gentle pinch, Daughter, wake up, it's time to eat.

Her tone was gentle, as if she were speaking to her biological daughter.

Xunxiang sniffed and smelled the delicious smell of rice soup. She was so hungry that a silver thread slipped from the corner of her mouth.

Mrs. Zhang smiled and picked her up, sat her down at the table, and wiped her saliva away with a handkerchief. Then he scooped up a spoonful of rice soup with a small spoon, blew on it, and touched it with his lips. When he felt that it was not hot, he fed it to Xunxiang's mouth.

Xunxiang drank heavily without caring whether Zhang's saliva was in the rice soup.

She was very hungry.

One mouthful after another, I drank less than half the bowl in a short time.

Mrs. Zhang said to herself, This child is easy to take care of as soon as I see it. It would be great if no one is looking for him.

There was a knock on the door. Mrs. Zhang put Xunxiang on the kang and opened the door.

Ding Zhao looked serious, ignored the inquiry in Zhang's eyes, and whispered, Let's talk about it when we go back to the house.

After entering the house and closing the door, Ding Zhao solemnly said, The child cannot be returned.

What's going on? Mrs. Zhang twisted the veil and handed it to Ding Zhao.

Ding Zhao wiped his face and said, There are really two people on Yinfeng Street who are looking for a wooden box, an old woman in her fifties and a youngster in her late teens. They said they lost a wooden box carved from nanmu and contained treasures. Whoever returns the original will be rewarded two hundred taels of silver.

When people ask what kind of treasure they are pretending to be, they don't tell them. They just say it's a treasure. Zhi Niang, they don't even dare to say it's a child. There must be something wrong. If the child comes back, it will be worse.

He walked to the Kang and picked up Xunxiang, and said warmly, Good boy, we are destined, and you will be my daughter from now on. Although my family is not very rich, we will not hurt you, and we will keep you fed and clothed. I will raise you up in peace.

Then he said to Mrs. Zhang, The Bodhisattva must have given us a daughter in such a way because of our piety. We are all ready and will set off back to our hometown on time the day after tomorrow. Except telling the truth to my father, I told everyone else that this child was born to you. of.

Mrs. Zhang chuckled happily and said, Looking at the size of the child, it should be about a month old. Let's just say I gave birth to her on July 20th.

Finally confirmed that he would not enter the wolf's den again and would not be killed. Xun Xiang finally relaxed after thinking about it for a long time, and her face blossomed into a smile.

If you take me in, you will be blessed.

Mrs. Zhang added, The water is boiled. Let's give the child a bath. Her clothes and hat can no longer be used.

After taking off her clothes, the naked Xunxiang was put into a large wooden basin. Zhang quickly gave Xunxiang a bath.

He said in praise, This child is white and tender, much prettier than Li Chun Liren. No wonder my father-in-law wants a granddaughter every day.

Ding Zhao smiled and said, Those two boys are dark and ugly, there is no comparison.

Ms. Zhang felt guilty and said, The child is so beautiful, she doesn't look like our daughter at all. Will others be suspicious?

Ding Zhao said, Let's just say that the child is like a grandmother. My mother is so beautiful. My father hopes that you will have a granddaughter every day because he wants you to give birth to a granddaughter as beautiful as my mother. If she is like him and me, my father will not care about it.

A blurry face that had been gone for a long time appeared in front of Ding Zhao's eyes. White skin, pointed chin, almond-shaped eyes... It's a pity that she, her two sons and her second brother and his son all followed their father and looked nothing like her.

Mrs. Zhang smiled, thinking that this was the reason. She often heard her husband and the elders in the village talk about how beautiful her mother-in-law was, who died young.

Her face suddenly froze, she sniffed, then lowered her head to smell it, and said in surprise, Master, the fragrance of this child is not coming from the clothes, it's the fragrance herself.

Ding Zhao raised his eyebrows, is there such a strange thing?

He quickly knelt down and smelled it. I felt happy at first, then serious, and I felt like the burden on my shoulders was getting heavier.

This child is good-looking and fragrant. We must take good care of her and not let bad people worry about her... Oh, I have already thought of a name. It will be called Dingxiang.

Mrs. Zhang smiled and said, Lilac, fragrant, good name.

Xunxiang also likes this name. She was indeed destined to be with this couple. They gave her the same name, and even their birth dates were only one day apart.

From now on she will be called Ding Xiang.

In her previous life, she liked lilac flowers very much, the light purple color, the light fragrance, and the poem Rain Alley... She didn't expect that she would be called this name in this life.

Lilac waved her little fist happily.

Ding Zhao smiled and said, Xiangxiang also likes this name. I will go to the drug store tomorrow to buy some medicinal materials, make them into pills and put them in my purse, so that Xiangxiang can wear them on her body at any time to cover up the fragrance.

Zhang asked, Why not make fragrant pills?

We are from the countryside, and there is no one who puts fragrant pills on our children. We just say that the children have some deficiencies and wear pills with them to treat their illnesses.

Mrs. Zhang smiled and said, There is nothing wrong with this child.

Ding Zhao looked at Ding Xiang. She was indeed white and fat, and her body was in good shape.

He laughed too.

After pondering for a moment, he added, When Xiangxiang was half a month old, he burst into tears one night and couldn't be coaxed. The next day, he asked a Taoist woman to see him. She said that the child had lost his mind and had to be calmed down with pills. You have to wear the pills until you are fifteen years old... Haha, when the girl grows up, she can still suppress her own fragrance without the pills but with the fragrant pills. I can only tell my father about this.

Mrs. Zhang looked at her husband with admiration and said, Thank you for thinking about it. Okay, let's just say that.

The joy of the couple also infected Ding Xiang, and she was still happy even if she was watched naked, and her little arms kept dancing. I originally wanted to kick my legs, but thought that it would be inelegant to do that, so I gave up.

Ms. Zhang liked it even more. After washing her twice, she would gently pinch her face or butt.

Ding Zhao also pinched Ding Xiang's little face happily.

After drying the cloves and putting them on the kang, Mrs. Zhang used her middle coat to hug the children, and then covered them with their thin quilts.

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