After being murdered by my whole family, I was reborn

Chapter 2144 Which orphanage?

It was still dark when the village chief, carrying a black canvas bag in his left hand and Da Long tucked under his right arm, walked out of the hotel and hailed a taxi.

"You can't sit in the front passenger seat with a child." The driver saw him trying to squeeze forward with the child between his legs and quickly shouted to stop him.

The village chief had no choice but to sit in the back again.

"Where to?" The driver turned around and glanced at the village chief.

The village chief originally intended to go directly to the train station to return to his hometown, but since he was already there, he decided to visit the orphanage before heading back. He wanted to see if those girls were still there and whether they were doing well.

He wouldn't give up until he went; every night he dreamt of several girls being adopted by rich men, living happily ever after.

Everyone is suffering, so why do they get to live so well?

If it were really that good, he would send Da Long in too, and the money saved could be used to build a house and get his son married.

I bought an 8 o'clock train ticket, and it's only a little past 5 o'clock now. Going to the orphanage won't delay my return to my hometown. "Going to the orphanage."

"An orphanage?" The driver turned back and glanced at the village chief again. "Which orphanage?"

The village chief was bewildered. "Um, I'm not quite sure."

Seeing his master's face darken, he quickly explained, "The orphanage once came to our village and took away a few girls. I forgot to ask which orphanage it was, but I remember the vice director's surname was Gao."

The driver was usually busy making a living and knew the entire city's layout like the back of his hand. He knew which routes were the fastest and most convenient, and he was familiar with all the orphanages in the city. But if you asked him who the director or deputy director of each orphanage was, he wouldn't know. After all, he rarely came into contact with these people and naturally wouldn't bother to find out.

“A vice president surnamed Gao? Never heard of him.” The master frowned and turned to look at him. “There are eight orphanages in Beijing. If you really don’t know which one to go to, then we can only go to them one by one.”

The village chief, who looked like a poor man, was sized up. "But let me make this clear," he said, "I drive to support my family, and this fare isn't cheap." He'd never heard of an orphanage going to a village to pick up orphans; it was always others who brought them there. Could those girls who were taken away have been kidnapped by traffickers posing as orphanage staff? This man was really naive, handing over several children to strangers without knowing anything.

Upon hearing that they needed to find eight orphanages, the village chief, who was short of money, turned pale. How much would the transportation cost to visit each one individually?

As time ticked by, the driver, for whom time was money, impatiently urged, "Are we going or not?"

In the end, the village chief did not go to the orphanage, but went directly to the train station.

He arrived too early; there were still more than two hours before the train departed, so he could only sit in a chair and wait.

If adults can sit still, how can children?

In addition, Da Long hadn't seen his mother for a long time, so he started crying loudly. He was too young to speak, so he could only call for his mother.

The village chief tried to coax the child, but the child kept crying. He became increasingly impatient and looked like he was about to hit the child.

People around him cast strange glances at him, looking at him as if he were a human trafficker.

The elderly woman sitting opposite suddenly came over and asked with a kind face, "Brother, is this your grandson? Is he crying so hard because he's hungry?"

Rural people toil in the fields every day, even village chiefs. They age prematurely due to the wind and sun, their faces are covered with wrinkles and blemishes, and their hands are rough and cracked. They look a generation older than their urban counterparts.