At this time, even if Li Qiniang had questions, she didn't want to mention it again, but she had another important thing, which was what her daughter had instructed before she came.

Maybe the Duke's aura was too strong, and Mrs. Chang was exhausted and had already gone back to lie down.

Seeing that there was no one else in the room, Li Qiniang looked at Fusheng carefully, hoping to see the shadow of Mrs. Ye on his face.

Helplessly, no matter how you look at the boy of seventeen or eighteen, you can't see the similarity between him and an old woman over 60 years old.

Fusheng was seen by her and was not right. Why did he feel that the boss's wife looked at him like she was looking at a pig.

This piece of braised, this piece of chopped filling, this piece of fresh and tender, roasted.

"The boss lady..."

Fusheng wants to say that I will give you the 100 taels of silver in the future. If you want to buy pigs, buy pigs, buy sheep, buy sheep. Let me go.

Li Qiniang waved her hand and interrupted Fusheng's words to her mouth.

"Fusheng, have you been to Pingcheng before? Why do I think you look like a native of Pingcheng?"

Fusheng wanted to ask, is there any difference between people in Pingcheng?

But before he could speak, Li Qiniang asked and answered: "It's very similar. You also like to eat fried mozzarella, fried broad beans, fried fish, and fried tenderloin. Look at the things you like to eat, either fried or heavy oil."

Fusheng wanted to say that your daughter seems to like eating these things more, but the little I eat still has the weight of your daughter.

But he didn't say it, he didn't have the chance to speak.

Li Qiniang said, "Once, I took my daughter to her shop. In a blink of an eye, my daughter disappeared. My legs were weak, and my steps were soft. I just felt that I couldn't run anyway. Just like that, I ran a few streets while crying, and fell down and got up to run. My voice was hoarse. Oh, Fusheng, you have never been a parent, and I don't know what it would be like to lose a child. At that time, I thought that if anyone could send my daughter back, I would be a cow and a horse for him for the rest of my life."

Fusheng hurriedly asked, "What happened later, how did Miss Yan be found?"

Li Qiniang looked at him, sighed, and said helplessly: "She got behind the rice jar, hid and took a look with me, waiting for me to find her. Later, she fell asleep behind the rice jar, and when she found her..."

Li Qiniang wanted to say that when she found out, her daughter still peed. The first thing she said to her was: "I hide so well, how can you find me?"

Of course, such an embarrassing thing cannot be told to outsiders.

Fusheng breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's so good, Miss Yan is so lucky."

Li Qiniang finally got to the point, and she asked, "Fusheng, don't blame me for being too verbally. I heard that you grew up with the Duke of the People. Do you still remember your family?"

Fu Sheng stared at somewhere and gradually lost his spirit.

"...I remember my mother always cries, I still remember where we live... No, it should be because I remember the smell there, the smell of burning incense. Later, when I went to the temple, I knew that the place where my mother and I lived must be the temple."

Li Qiniang remembered that after Ouyang Zan disappeared, his wife Ping took her youngest son to burn incense and worship Buddha all year round, begging the gods to bless her husband to come back until she lost the child in the temple.

Ouyang Wentao was abducted and had a four-year-old time difference of two months. In other words, since he was less than three years old, he followed Ping to burn incense everywhere. He either lived in a temple or on the way to the temple, his children would gradually forget many things as they grew up, especially things before the age of five, which became more and more blurred as they grew up.

But the taste can often make people remember for a long time. The memories of Fusheng and childhood have retreated, but the smell of burning incense will always remain in his memory.

"What about the name? Do you still remember your name?" Li Qiniang asked impatiently.

Fusheng's eyes finally moved again. He looked at Li Qiniang thoughtfully, and then said word by word: "I remember my name is Xiaotao, I always remember my name is Xiaotao. Later, I met the Duke of the Kingdom, and the Duke of the Kingdom changed my name to Fusheng."

Li Qiniang smiled, and the joy reached her eyes.

According to the news found by Dawu and Erwu, the missing child in Shantang was called Xiaotao. Mrs. Ye has searched for more than ten years. So far, the two people closest to Ouyang Wentao are one of Fusheng and the other is Xiaotao.

Now, Fusheng is Xiaotao.

Ouyang Wentao, a child could not write his own name, and later he mistakenly called "Xiao Tao".

"Boss, you won't ask me these for no reason. Do you know what?" Fusheng asked.

Li Qiniang felt that this layer of window paper should not be exposed by her, an outsider, but Fusheng had already asked, Li Qiniang felt that the window paper would be exposed. As for whether the parties involved wanted to recognize their relatives, and when they would recognize their relatives, it was not her business.

"Fusheng, is there a scar on the outside of your big toe on your right foot?"

Fusheng's face suddenly turned pale. He did not answer yes or no, but stared at Li Qiniang and asked, "Boss, have you ever given birth to a son besides Miss Yan?"

No wonder the boss's wife is so kind to him. She always worried that he will be hungry and often gives him cold words quietly. It turns out that this is the legendary mother-son heart connection.

Li Qiniang was stunned for a moment and immediately reacted. It turned out that Fusheng mistakenly thought that she was the one who was looking for the child.

"You first tell me if there are any scars on your feet." Li Qiniang asked.

Fusheng nodded and bent down to take off his shoes. Li Qiniang hurriedly said, "No need to take it off, just say there is or not."

But Fusheng took off his shoes and socks quickly and raised his feet: "Yes, there are always, but it's getting lighter and shallower."

Li Qiniang took a look and found that Fusheng's feet were white and tender, clean, and he looked like a child with good living habits.

"This scar is said to be left by the hot tea you kicked on the kang table when you were a child."

"I heard?" Fusheng looked at Li Qiniang in disbelief. I already regarded you as my mother, but you said something.

Li Qiniang sighed and said, "Fusheng, you may be Ouyang Wentao, the grandson Mrs. Ye who has been looking for for many years."

......

At night, Qi Wei sat up from the bed, listened with his ears, then got up and got out of bed, walked to the door, and suddenly opened the door, and saw Fu Sheng standing outside his door like a ghost.

"I said everything, you don't have to be on the night, go to bed quickly." Qi Wei said helplessly.

"The boss's wife said I am Mrs. Ye's grandson." Fusheng said pitifully.

Qi Wei's remaining sleepiness was gone. He glanced at the moonlight that was sprinkled all over the floor outside the house: "Come in and talk."

Fusheng came in and said what Li Qiniang said to him in a vain way. He comforted him again.

Qi Wei became more and more surprised when he heard it. The husband of the old lady Ye was Ouyang Boru, and his son was Ouyang Zan, the former Tanhua Lang.

The civil and military paths were different, and civil officials and nobles were always clearly distinguished. Therefore, the Qi family and Ouyang Boru had no friendship. When Qiwei entered the officialdom, Ouyang Boru had passed away for many years, but he knew Ouyang Zan and also knew about Ouyang Zan's disappearance.
Chapter completed!