Chapter 139 The Daughter Sold 3
Yuanchun looked at her with clear eyes and said hesitantly, "Mom, since this is a good thing, let's give it to Dabao. It's okay for me to go hungry for a few days, but we can't let Dabao go hungry. Mom always says that he is the younger brother, and that we sisters should give good things to the younger brother. I can't take advantage of such a good thing, so let's give it to the younger brother."

"Bah, you money-loser, our Wang family only has Dabao as our only child, and you want to exchange my Dabao for someone else. How can you be so vicious?"

The Queen Mother stretched out her claws and tried to strangle Yuanchun.

Yuanchun stabbed forward with her mental power.

The Queen Mother suddenly squatted down, holding her head and crying in pain.

Wang's father ran over, looking anxious, "Mother, what's wrong with you? You were fine just now, why do you have a headache?"

"Yuanchun, you're awake."

Ge Sangen's eyes turned to the little girl on the cart. He rubbed his hands nervously, "Yuanchun, your parents handed you over to me. From now on, you... you are my daughter. My name is Ge Sangen, and from now on, I will be your father."

"And me, my name is Qian Xiaoying, and I will be your mother from now on."

Qian Xiaoying looked at her adopted daughter with bright eyes.

Although the daughter was nine years old, she looked only six years old. She was thin and small. She sat there with a pair of clear eyes, looking at the couple curiously.

Well-behaved and adorable.

I really wanted to hug her, but I was afraid of scaring my daughter, so I didn't dare to move.

"It doesn't hurt anymore. It's really weird. My head felt like it was being pricked by needles just now, but now it doesn't hurt anymore." At this time, the Queen Mother stood up.

She glared at Yuanchun and vented her anger on her, "You stupid girl, you are the one who caused me so much headache, why don't you get off? You are not my daughter now, don't think you can keep occupying my cart."

As he said this, he was about to pull Yuanchun down.

Qian Xiaoying took the lead and picked up her daughter. "Since you have collected the grain, Yuanchun is my daughter now. If you want to hit my daughter in front of me, I will not be polite to you." "What kind of person is this? He is so rude to his own daughter."

"Hey, hurry up and leave. Don't think of occupying our village's land with your cart."

"That's it. Go, go, go, go quickly."

Several villagers from the Ge family gathered around and condemned the Queen Mother.

Wang's father hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my wife can't bear to part with her little daughter, so she deliberately spoke harshly. After all, Yuanchun is the flesh that fell from her belly. Unless she really can't survive, who would be willing to exchange their daughter for food?"

As he spoke, Wang's father lowered his head and wiped the corners of his eyes.

The villagers were not bad people, so seeing him like this, they didn't say anything.

After all, it was difficult for everyone to survive these days, not to mention selling children. I heard that many people starved to death in the north, and some even exchanged their own children for food, which was even more miserable.

Yuanchun pulled at her adoptive mother's clothes and whispered, "I have two older sisters who also exchanged for food before me. Their adoptive parents signed an adoption document with my parents, saying that it would be kept as evidence in the future in case my parents come to claim their daughter."

Qian Xiaoying's eyes lit up, and she said to Ge Sangen, "Master, our adoption of Yuanchun is a big deal, and we have to write an adoption document."

"Okay, then write an adoption document."

Ge Sangen couldn't write, so he looked at the old village chief and said, "Uncle, I'll have to trouble you to write the adoption documents."

The old village chief said: "You should write a few more copies. Our brigade will keep one copy and submit another copy to the public security bureau. Then you can adopt this child and it will be considered as a formal procedure."

(End of this chapter)