Fan Qian's courtyard was in complete chaos, with villagers pointing and whispering around the low walls.

Fan Zhaodi hugged her knees, huddled in a corner, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Her mother wanted to sell her, but her father and brothers were trying to stop her, beating and scolding her. She should have been at ease, since her father was interfering, her mother certainly wouldn't dare to sell her.

Her second aunt taught her that sometimes it's not just about what others say, but also about what they do.

She looked closely and saw that her father's slap landed heavily on her mother, but only lightly, without even stirring up any dust. Yet, her mother cried out loudly.

At that moment, her heart sank.

She was destined to be sold.

When her two older sisters were sold, she felt she would be next. But unlike them, she didn't have a mother who would protect her daughter with a kitchen knife... Her mother only wanted to sell her...

"Zhao Di?"

Zhao Di suddenly looked up and saw a familiar figure standing at the courtyard gate, waving at her.

The morning sunlight was soft and warm, casting a halo around her, and she radiated a gentle, warm light.

Zhao Di, who had been holding back her tears, could no longer control them and they fell in large drops.

"Second Aunt!"

Those surrounding the courtyard saw the small figure, like a weary bird returning to its nest, rush into Shui Qing's arms.

She wrapped her arms tightly around Shuiqing's waist, as tightly as could be.

She hadn't cried after watching her parents argue and fight for so long, but she burst into tears the moment Shui Qing appeared.

Sun Jinhua, sitting on the ground, was somewhat flustered. This was her own daughter, but at this moment, she seemed very, very far away from her.

She then saw her son wink at her, but then looked away.

She's just a little girl; how can she compare to a son?

Besides, if this succeeds, Hu Shuiqing will raise her daughter, feed her, and give her drinks, and she will be the one who profits.

She didn't lose out!

Fan Jin and Shui Qing looked into the courtyard.

When the old village chief saw the two arrive, he walked into the courtyard, his deep gaze sweeping around before settling on Fan Qian.

He only asked Fan Qian, "What happened?"

Fan Qian held his head and began to ramble on.

First, there was the family's hardship; they were always hungry and their legs were so weak from hunger that they were doing heavy, arduous work every day. The family was on the verge of collapse.

Even if his wife felt sorry for her son, selling a younger brother was a last resort. He was useless; he couldn't control his wife and was sorry to his daughter.

He held his head in his hands as he spoke, looking utterly helpless.

The old village chief didn't follow his line of thought, but instead asked, "What about the land? Why aren't you selling the land?"

Fan Qian was taken aback, then said that his mother was unwilling to sell, and that she would fight to the death if she did.

Shui Qing sneered, "Fine, very well. Selling the daughter was the wife's idea, not selling the land was the mother's unwillingness. So all the bad things have to be borne by the woman, while he and his four good sons are unscathed."

We don't need to sell them out, nor do we need to make them bear a vicious reputation!

Some villagers in Shanshui Village cursed Fan's mother, and some cursed Sun Jinhua, but no one cursed Fan Qian and the others.

"So what does the eldest brother think? As the head of the family, what is he willing to do?" A clear and gentle voice rang out, and the noisy crowd suddenly fell silent, looking at Fan Qian in the middle of the courtyard.

Yes, Fan Qiancai is the head of the family!

Fan Qian forgot to cover his head, and his face, which he raised, was full of astonishment.