"Get out! You dog slave!"
Fan Hutu vented his anger on Fan Jinxi, who accompanied him outside, not daring to say a word.
In the main hall, Qin Chuan looked at He Wu and asked, "He Wu, did you sell your daughter to save your son and bury your wife?"
He Wu lowered his head and said, "Yes, sir."
Qin Chuan snorted and continued, "So you're saying 'sell your daughter to save your son'? I'll ask you, have you ever sold your daughter before?"
He Wu said in a low voice, "I've sold them before. I had three daughters, I sold two of them, and this is the only one left..."
Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan felt that He Wu was a typical example of someone who pitied his misfortune but was also angry at his lack of ambition.
Daughters can be sold at will, but sons must be protected...
With such a mindset, what can you say about him?
His daughter's lips had turned white and her eyes were filled with tears.
He was clearly very sad.
Qin Chuan asked, "What's your daughter's name?"
He Wu said, "She doesn't have a name; her nickname is Anan."
"What kind of name is that? She's fifteen or sixteen years old, and she's still called A-Nan?"
Qin Chuan immediately felt that he couldn't communicate with He Wu.
What kind of people are these?!
He can't even give his own daughter a name.
However, that's just how society is in Dagan; it's extremely sexist, and daughters from poor families are treated worse than pigs and dogs.
When Qin Chuan first transmigrated, he thought it was great for men to find wives, as they wouldn't have to worry about not being able to get one. But now, he feels that there are still some problems with this society.
A desire to make society a better place gradually grew stronger...
Thinking of this, Qin Chuan looked at He Wu again and said, "Then I'll name your daughter Lian'er."
He Wu knelt down and said, "Thank you, Master, for bestowing this name upon me. From now on, my daughter will follow you."
Qin Chuan took out a fifty-tael silver note and handed it to He Wu.
"Alright, let her stay with me from now on."
"Anan, hurry up and kneel down to thank the master." He Wu tugged at his daughter's sleeve.
His daughter knelt down and kowtowed, saying, "Lian'er thanks you for your great kindness and virtue, sir."
"Huh, she calls herself Lian'er..."
Qin Chuan was slightly surprised; this girl was more sensible than her father.
After signing the indenture, He Wu held the silver notes in his hand, looking completely lost.
"What's wrong?" Qin Chuan asked.
He Wu said with a bitter face, "Master, how do I exchange these banknotes for silver? I don't know how."
Qin Chuan glanced at Zhang, the clerk standing behind him, and said, "Take him to exchange the silver."
"Yes, Your Excellency."
Zhang, the clerk, led He Wu out.
He Wu, overjoyed, left without even glancing at his own daughter.
Lian'er stared blankly at her biological father's retreating figure, tears welling up in her eyes...
Qin Chuan took out a pack of tissues, pulled out two tissues, and handed them to her: "Don't cry, wipe your tears, and come home with me in a little while."
"Thank you, sir."
Lian'er wiped away her tears, carefully folded the wet tissue, and put it into her sleeve.
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