Spiritual Energy Rejuvenation: I Began Cultivating By Farming-Chapter 1976 - 1128

After entering the estate, the steward ordered one of his subordinates to take the foul-smelling and ominous box and throw it, along with the child, onto the grave mound at the back of the mountain.

The attendant, hearing the steward’s command, though afraid of dumping the child’s box onto that grave mound, was also fearful of the grave mound at the back of the mountain.

However, throwing the box far enough away to keep the foul odor and prevent a child from dying at their estate’s doorstep, was simply to toss the box to the foot of the back mountain, some distance from the grave mound.

After discarding the box, the attendant quickly returned.

The steward arranged for the collection of grain and promptly forgot about seeing the child in the box.

Upon returning to the estate, the attendant who had disposed of the box did not participate in the grain collection.

Instead, feeling a bit guilty, he secretly stole an incense stick and burned it in secret at a certain place.

Meanwhile, the wet nurse and the maid in that room realized that the heir had been lost. They knew of the child brought in by Madam Huang.

Although aware that the child wasn’t the true heir, their indentures were in the hands of Madam Huang’s maiden family, so they dared not slack off.

However, with the child lost, they quietly inquired if any strangers had entered the room, and dared not proclaim the child’s loss publicly.

Another night passed restlessly, with their minds unsettled.

After a sleepless night, by morning, with dark circles under their eyes, they finally discussed among themselves, deciding to take some money from their monthly wages, albeit reluctantly, to buy a child.

In the countryside, many people gave birth to but could not raise their children; girls were generally abandoned, while boys had better chances.

Ultimately, the preference for males exists everywhere.

By purchasing a child with money, it wouldn’t cost much to buy one.

A newborn child they intended to buy wouldn’t require much expense.

As they pondered this plan, they quietly left someone to guard the room to prevent entry, while one person went to the nearby village to buy a child.

The maid didn’t dare to go—her presence in the village, being a pretty maid, might attract idle rascals to abduct her.

Only the wet nurse could go, because she was a woman.

The wet nurse, under pressure, had no choice but to go, though unfamiliar with the area, she didn’t exit through the main estate gate.

She exited through a side door, which led directly to the back mountain.

Leaving through the side door with intentions toward the village, she saw an acquaintance, an attendant of the steward, walking towards the back mountain from another direction. Afraid of being seen by him, she hid.

Not long after, the attendant returned, but the box in his hand was gone.

The wet nurse, puzzled, after the attendant returned to the estate, stealthily followed the path he had taken earlier.

Not far away, she came across a box abandoned in the bushes.

This was a carrying case, typically used for storing supplies, a clothing box.

The wooden box was crafted, but it had an additional handle, capable of holding dozens of pounds of items.

The wet nurse noted the box’s quality was good, why had the attendant discarded it?

Curiously, she approached, having seen a similar wooden box when the false heir was exchanged.

She speculated, could the false heir have been stolen away?

Was the attendant stolen away?

Then left here?

The wet nurse had such thoughts, blaming and resenting.

She wondered who had instructed the attendant.

In doing this, placing the responsibility on her and the maids, they had spent the previous night in fear of Madam’s reproach.

The wet nurse felt a sense of elation over recovering what was lost.

Upon opening the box, she was nearly scared into fleeing.

Inside, she saw a small infant, pale and wan-faced.

With one glance, she recognized it as Madam Huang’s own flesh and blood.

They had been involved in the child exchange.

The wet nurse hadn’t anticipated that their Madam hadn’t exchanged her own flesh and blood to the Luo Family for a better life?

The young master was here?

The wet nurse, in her shock, ventured into conspiracy theories.

Could it be that the Luo Family discovered the heir, cleared the matter, realizing the heir wasn’t of their blood, but of the Huang Family?

Then they took Young Master Luo away, returning the Huang’s child?

Yet, they didn’t hand him back directly but discarded him on the mountain.

Only Madam Huang, and a few of them knew of this, the steward and attendants were oblivious.

Could that steward’s attendant have betrayed Madam Huang, being an insider for the Luo Family?

In the shock, the wet nurse calmed herself down, regardless of the conspiracy.

Once having seen the heir, whether dead or alive, she resolved to bring him back.

Having nursed the heir for a month, the wet nurse felt a bit of compassion for this fragile scion.

No matter the adults’ myriad schemes and pursuits of luxury and wealth,

At present, it was about ensuring the heir’s survival.

The wet nurse felt a pang of mercy, carrying the box to a small stream.

The water was cold, amid the chilly air, but she could not concern herself with that.

She took out a handkerchief, wiping the little heir’s face and mouth.

Then wiped his body, washing the handkerchief, then wiping again.

She managed to scrub off the foul smell and grime.

No longer as foul, she now picked up the barely conscious heir.

Finding a large tree for shelter, she carried the heir to the side, nursing the barely alive infant.