Daohua had a deep impression of the Wang Clan members who had robbed her. Looking at the little boy she saw for the second time, she took him into the back courtyard of the medicinal clinic.
In the back courtyard room, Wang Lifu hung his hands at his sides, constantly tugging at his clothes, his head hung low, showing a look of wanting to see Daohua yet not daring to lift his head.
Guyu and Lixia stood by, finding his behavior somewhat amusing.
Daohua sized up Wang Lifu.
The little guy looked a bit better than when she last saw him; at least he was wearing a cotton-padded coat now. Although it was a women’s style and didn’t quite fit him well, it was much better than the ragged and patched thin brown garment he had worn before.
Seeing Wang Lifu’s face red from the cold, Daohua turned to Guyu: "Go and bring him a bowl of milk tea."
Guyu nodded and went off.
Daohua said to Wang Lifu: "Stand in front of the charcoal basin to warm up."
Wang Lifu glanced at Daohua, saw her gentle expression, and then shuffled over to the charcoal basin, warming his hands, which were red as carrots, over the fire.
Seeing this, Daohua sighed, "Young friend, what is your name?"
Wang Lifu folded his hands and bowed: "Replying to Madam, I am called Wang Lifu."
Daohua, seeing that he actually knew some manners, looked somewhat surprised and continued to ask: "How old are you?" Seeing that he was about to bow again, she quickly said, "No need for formalities, just answer directly."
Wang Lifu: "Replying to Madam, I am ten years old."
A look of surprise flashed across Daohua’s face, but soon her expression returned to normal.
It was common for people here in Xiliang, who often couldn’t get enough to eat, to look younger than their actual age; it was not unusual for a ten-year-old to look only seven or eight years old.
"Your clan members haven’t continued on as bandits, have they?"
Wang Lifu quickly shook his head: "Madam, we haven’t been bandits anymore. That time we encountered you, we really had no choice, and Wang Wu, my brother, led us down the mountain to rob reluctantly. Later, when our teacher returned, he scolded us, and we all knew we were wrong."
Daohua raised an eyebrow: "Teacher? Your clan has a teacher?"
Wang Lifu nodded: "Madam, our teacher is very formidable and knows everything."
Daohua smiled, not indulging in a discussion with a child about how formidable his teacher was: "Tell me, how did you come to Ganzhou City? And how did you get separated from your clan members?"
Wang Lifu: "Our teacher came here to meet his student and was considering whether to move the clan here. I got separated from them because I heard that the clinic provides free consultations, and I wanted to get a new prescription for my mother."
Saying this, he looked timidly at Daohua.
"Madam, could you help me find my teacher and the others? My teacher’s student is an officer at the garrison, named Zhang Da."
Hearing Wang Lifu clearly name the person he was looking for, Daohua was surprised at the cleverness of the little guy: "If you know the name of the person you’re looking for, that makes it easier."
At that moment, Guyu arrived with a jar of fragrant milk tea.
Daohua motioned Guyu to pour a bowl of milk tea for Wang Lifu: "Drink some milk tea to warm up. We will help find your teacher and your clan members shortly."
Wang Lifu’s face lit up with joy, and he bowed again in gratitude: "Thank you, Madam." After saying this, he carefully walked to the table, sat down, and took a sip of the milk tea.
Watching the little guy’s face reveal a look of both satisfaction and surprise, then sipping the milk tea in small gulps as if he was drinking some sort of nectar, Daohua felt a mix of amusement and a twinge of heartache.
"Tell me about your clan members."
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