Mo Xingchen, flustered, took a step back and sat directly on the ground.
Han Hu disdained him.
He shook his head, thinking: This child wouldn't do. Although he looked sturdy and plump, making him seem easy to care for, their profession required not only being easy to care for but also sufficient courage.
He looked at the remaining two children, carefully considering which one to choose.
Wen Jue watched the tall man before him with vigilance.
Wen Bai stood still, his expression blank.
Han Hu quickly made a conclusion in his mind about Wen Bai and Wen Jue: Excellent, these two children were indeed twins; their courage was equally remarkable.
Han Hu was conflicted. Which one should he choose?
A quarter of an hour later, his heart stirred, and he slapped his forehead. Why was he, a grown man, agonizing over a choice? Why couldn't he have them both?
Why couldn't he have two sons?
Han Hu soon made up his mind.
"What are your names?"
Wen Bai replied expressionlessly: "Wen Bai."
Wen Jue softly answered: "Wen Jue."
Mo Xingchen sat on the ground, his nose running, and tearfully replied: "Mo... Xingchen~ *wuwuwuwu*..."
"I declare! From today onwards, these two little ones, Wen Bai and Wen Jue, are my adopted sons. As for this little fatty," Han Hu pondered.
Since he had already brought this little fatty up the mountain, he should bear some responsibility.
Such a young child, if released, might be abducted by human traffickers and sold, leading to a life of misery.
Since he was going to be sold anyway, it was better for him to do the selling.
Han Hu said to his subordinate: "Xiongzi, take this little one down the mountain and sell him to a well-to-do farming family."
Xiongzi responded: "Yes!"
Han Hu believed this arrangement would spare the child hardship; his plan was quite thoughtful.
However, upon hearing this, Mo Xingchen let out a loud wail.
Wen Bai looked confused, and Wen Jue was astonished.
Although Wen Bai didn't understand why things were developing in such a bizarre direction.
Although Wen Bai didn't quite grasp why the other party, after robbing them, wanted to be their father.
However, the male lead, Mo Xingchen, could not be separated from him.
Wen Bai looked at Han Hu fearlessly and stated his request expressionlessly: "Godfather, we are three brothers and do not wish to be separated."
System 001 was deeply gratified~
A lifetime's achievement, the host had finally grown up!
System 001 praised: "Host, adaptable and resilient, 666!"
Wen Jue immediately chimed in obediently: "Although our third brother doesn't look much like me and my elder brother, we haven't been separated since birth. If we are separated, all three of us get sick, so can you let our brother stay, Godfather?"
Han Hu had initially expected these two children to require more persuasion, perhaps some hunger or a beating, before they would forget their parents and recognize him.
He hadn't expected this!
They were admitting his fatherhood already?
Could this be the fabled rapport?
Han Hu was overjoyed and readily agreed.
"Xiongzi, you've rendered great service in finding my sons, you shall be rewarded! It's been a long time since we had any joyous occasions in the stronghold. Today, we shall feast to celebrate! I, Han Hu, have sons today, three sons at that! Hahahaha!"
It was indeed a joyous occasion; having acquired such a vast fortune and three sons, double happiness had arrived.
Xiongzi finally breathed a sigh of relief and shouted: "Congratulations, Chieftain!"
The other brothers also shouted loudly: "Congratulations to the Chieftain for acquiring adopted sons."
Immediately, the mountain stronghold became lively.
They set up several tables in the courtyard.
The bandits brought out the fine wines they had plundered and treasured.
Wen Bai coldly watched as these bandits also brought out the food that originally belonged to the three of them from the carriage.
A bandit went down the mountain to buy a pig and a cartload of vegetables. The stronghold had a bandit with culinary skills who had once been a chef. The stove was lit, and the fire roared...
Just before noon, the entire mountain stronghold was holding a banquet.
Although Han Hu had adopted Wen Bai, Wen Jue, and Mo Xingchen as his godchildren, he did not let down his guard. He specifically assigned two strong men from the stronghold to supervise and care for these three little ones.
At this moment, Han Hu sat with his brothers.
The little ones couldn't drink wine and had a separate table.
Of course, a rough man was looking after them.
Han Hu had initially assigned two people, but the other one, seeing how small these three children were, yet ate heartily and didn't need to be fed, became antsy and joined the group drinking and playing dice games.
The other bandits were now using large bowls, drinking heartily and having a good time.
Han Hu seemed genuinely overjoyed, even picking up wine jars and drinking them one after another.
This stronghold had been desolate for years.
The last joyous occasion had been a year ago, so once they started drinking, the bandits couldn't stop.
Wen Bai and the others finished eating. Their small bodies, having consumed too much rich and greasy food, coupled with their exhaustion, gradually felt sleepy.
Wen Bai turned to the rough man and said expressionlessly: "I'm sleepy."
The rough bandit was stunned. He turned, glanced at Mo Xingchen, who was rubbing his eyes and trying to keep them open, then at the listless Wen Jue, and then at the high sun.
He asked in confusion: "Little ones sleep this early?"
It was only the afternoon, and he truly didn't understand.
Wen Bai said expressionlessly: "We are little ones, still growing. We grow faster if we sleep more."
The rough man thought about how his wife managed their child at home; their schedule didn't seem very regular.
The rough man glanced at his brothers, who were drinking and playing dice, and didn't expect them to help build a thatched hut now.
There was no place for these little ones to sleep here, but they could sleep in his bed for now.
"Then let's go, back to the room to sleep."
A few minutes later, Wen Bai, Wen Jue, and Mo Xingchen looked at the open door and did not step inside.
The dust inside was visibly thick.
Wen Bai's expression rarely soured.
Mo Xingchen questioned: "Why are you taking us to the storage room? Aren't we the Chieftain's godchildren?"
The rough man's face turned red, and he hastily explained: "This... this isn't a storage room, this is where I usually sleep!"
Wen Jue said nothing, but stepped into the room. He rolled up the sleeve of his right hand, extended his right index finger, and wiped it across the table...
A small finger-shaped mark appeared. Wen Jue raised his hand, and his index fingertip was covered in black grime.
The rough man had never imagined that he, a tough man, would ever want to flee, and all because of three little children.
Wen Bai said: "We can sleep in the carriage. If you don't trust us, you can sit outside the carriage. Our bedding is inside."