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"No rush, get up and tell us what happened."
Manager Wan's face was grave as he ordered someone to help the man up.
Li Yan recognized this person, a craftsman who worked in the village. Seeing that something had happened, he didn't feel it was appropriate to leave and instead stood by to watch.
After the man was helped up, his legs remained weak, his face pale, and he didn't even bother with the blood trickling down his forehead as he trembled and said,
"Zhuzi led a few kids to cut grass at the village entrance, and a child who ran back said that a peddler came from the official road, scattering candies and asking the children their names."
"After the children ate the candies, they fell unconscious. It was a passing villager who woke them up, but by then, Zhuzi had already been taken away."
"Uncle Wan, my family only has this one child. If lost, how could we face our ancestors?"
With that, he burst into tears.
