It was the middle of the night, a time for seeking alms.
Lian Manman followed the direction Xiao Qi was pointing and saw a horse-drawn carriage approaching from Qingyang Town toward Thirty Mile Camp.
"It's coming to our village," Lian Manman put down the basket she was holding; she didn't care much about the carriage. "Xiao Qi, look southward, will you? See if our dad has come back yet?"
The people who had gone out to search for Lian Duoduo last night had returned one after another in the wee hours and this morning. None of them had found Lian Duoduo; even after asking around the neighboring villages and people from Qingyang Town, no one had seen a young girl like Lian Duoduo.
Now everyone had eaten breakfast and dispersed, while Lian Shouyi and his two sons were catching up on sleep in the east wing room. However, Lian Shouxin and Lian Shouli hadn't come back yet. Those two were the most reliable, and it was unknown how far they had gone in their search.
