Transmigration: The Evil Mother-In-Law Is Actually Innocent! Chapter 50 - 50 50 The Most Miserable Child1

50: Chapter 50 The Most Miserable Child_1 50: Chapter 50 The Most Miserable Child_1 Zhulan, a step slower to react than her daughter, finally said, “Old Zhou, bring him up here quickly.”

Old Zhou unwrapped the firewood from the child’s body and casually tossed it onto the ox cart before he picked up the child, muttering, “What a sin!”

Zhulan, not minding the child’s tattered clothes, touched his forehead, which was even hotter than Zhou Shuren had initially felt—such a fever could turn a child into an idiot if not treated, “Hurry, back ho.”

They needed to cool him down first; heading straight to the doctor wouldn’t help since there were no specific dicines in ancient tis, and brewing dicine took ti—she feared it might be too late and cause damage.

Fortunately, they were close to ho.

Upon arrival, Zhulan signaled Xue Han to fetch water and indicated Old Zhou to carry the child to the main house.

Zhou Shuren instructed his second eldest son who ca to et them, “First, take the things down from the cart, then go to the county to fetch the doctor.”

Zhou’s second eldest son had his own calculations; fetching a doctor would cost quite a sum, and everyone was a bit selfish, caring mostly for their own family.

He couldn’t quite understand his father anymore and could only agree, “Yes, father.”

Zhou Shuren went into the main house, “Take so silver and give it to the second son to invite the doctor.

This child is too weak to withstand much more.”

Zhulan applied a cool compress to the child’s forehead and felt his emaciated body, a bitter feeling in her heart, “Alright.”

Old Zhou stood at the door, very hesitant, “Father, should we notify Zhang Datie’s family?”

Zhou Shuren pondered, “Zhang Datie’s wife is quite unreasonable.

When you go over, don’t say that our family saved the child; to avoid them claiming it was us who caused the injury and cause a ruckus at our ho, just say the child spooked the ox, which threw Xue Han off, and ask the Zhang family for money.

Then, tell them the child has a high fever and might beco an idiot.”

Old Zhou, “…..Understood.”

He realized his father thought of everything thoroughly, but he felt he was missing sothing deep in the aning, as if sothing was being overlooked!

Zhou Shuren then turned to his daughter, who was waiting outside for news, “Later, let your mother tie up your arm as a disguise.

Keep up the act for a while.”

Xue Han, listening from outside, blinked, “Don’t worry, father, I’ll make it very convincing.”

Zhou Shuren was very fond of his clever daughter, “Mhm.”

Zhulan signaled Zhou Shuren to keep cooling the child down, tore a piece of dark cloth to wrap around her daughter’s arm, dirtied her clothes, tousled her hair, and sared her face.

She then suggested sniffing so ginger and crying a bit.

Zhulan was very satisfied; it was much simpler than modern makeup techniques.

Afterward, she gave the silver to Zhou’s second eldest son, reminding him not to rush and to be safe before returning to the house.

Zhou Shuren got to work and gestured for Zhulan to sit down, “This child is pitiful, never treated as a human by his own parents.”

With her original mories, Zhulan knew Zhang Datie was a relative within the five degrees of kinship of the Wang Zhang family.

He was sold into slavery as a child.

Later, his leg was sohow broken, he was released from his indenture, and he returned to his ancestral ho with his wife and children.

Zhang Datie had four daughters, two of whom, it was said, were sold into slavery upon their return, leaving two daughters and a son with him.

After returning, he beca an enemy to his biological parents, bought land, built a house, and had two more sons.

Thus, his eldest son beca worthless.

Zhang Datie and his wife made the four-year-old eldest son work harder than the maids in their house; he had a worse life than the third daughter and was the most pitiful child in the village.

So in the village, unable to stand by, tried to help, but Zhang Datie’s wife would create scenes, claiming anyone willing to help should pay and take the child as their own son.

Otherwise, they should mind their own business.

Zhang Datie’s wife was also particularly fond of extortion, swindling many families.

The village grew reluctant to get involved, at most secretly providing the child with so food.

The original owner of Zhulan’s body had also provided help, but she despised Zhang Datie’s wife, Mrs.

Zhu, and always did it behind her back.

Zhou Shuren handed a washcloth to Zhulan, “Thinking about this child?”

Zhulan nodded, “Yes, it’s a miracle he’s survived this long.”

Zhou Shuren, having spent ti in an orphanage, had seen many abused children.

Many scars on the child’s body were from beatings, “Sigh, what a sin!”