Quick Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder's Comeback in the Era Tales-Chapter 139: The Sold Daughter 3

Yuan Chun’s clear eyes looked at her, hesitating slightly, "Mom, since this is a good thing, let’s give it to Da Bao. I can be hungry for a few days, but Da Bao shouldn’t go hungry. Mom always says he’s the younger brother, and that we sisters should give good things to him. Such a great thing, I can’t take it all for myself, it’s better to give it to him."

"Pah, you useless girl. Our Wang family has only Da Bao as the sole heir, and you want to exchange my Da Bao? How could your mind be so vicious?"

Wang Mu extended her claws, wanting to pinch Yuan Chun.

Yuan Chun sent a spiritual power stab over.

Wang Mu suddenly crouched down, clutching her head and shouting in pain.

Mr. Wang ran over, looking anxious, "What’s wrong, child’s mother? You were fine earlier, how come you’re having a headache?"

"Yuan Chun, you’re awake."

Ge Sangen’s gaze turned to the little girl on the handcart, nervously rubbing his hands, "Yuan Chun, uh, your parents handed you over to me. In the future, you... you are my daughter. My name is Ge Sangen, in the future, I am your dad."

"And I, my name is Qian Xiaoying. From now on, I am your mom."

Qian Xiaoying’s eyes shone brightly as she looked at her adopted daughter.

The daughter was nine years old, but looked only about six years old, thin and small, sitting there, with a pair of clear eyes, curiously observing this couple.

Sweet and well-behaved, extremely cute.

She wanted to hug her, but feared scaring the child, so she dared not make a move.

"It doesn’t hurt anymore, truly strange, just like needles pricking earlier, but now it doesn’t hurt." At this point, Wang Mu stood up.

She glared angrily at Yuan Chun, venting her anger on her, "You wicked girl, you caused my headache, now get off, you are no longer my daughter. Don’t think you can sit on my family’s handcart forever."

As she spoke, she was about to drag Yuan Chun off.

Qian Xiaoying stepped forward first, picked up her daughter, "Since you took the food, Yuan Chun is now my daughter. Thinking of hitting my daughter right in front of me, I won’t be polite with you."

"What kind of people are they, being so rough with their own biological daughter?"

"Hey, hurry and go, your family’s handcart, don’t think you can occupy our village’s land forever."

"Right, go go go, hurry up and leave."

A few villagers from Ge Family Village gathered around, condemning Wang Mu one after another.

Mr. Wang quickly apologized, "I’m sorry, I’m sorry, my wife is just reluctant to part with her youngest daughter, that’s why she intentionally spoke harshly. After all, Yuan Chun is her flesh and blood, who would willingly exchange a daughter for food without truly being unable to survive?"

As he spoke, Mr. Wang lowered his head and wiped his eyes.

The villagers were not heartless people, seeing him like this, they couldn’t bear to say anything further.

After all, these days, everyone is living difficult lives. Not to mention selling sons and daughters, it’s heard that many have starved to death in the north, and tragically even exchanged children for food.

Yuan Chun then tugged on her adoptive mother’s clothing and whispered, "I have two sisters who were exchanged for food before me. Their adoptive parents had my parents sign an adoption document, saying it was kept as evidence in case my parents came to claim their daughters later."

Qian Xiaoying’s eyes lit up, saying to Ge Sangen, "Dear, our adoption of Yuan Chun is a big matter, we must also write an adoption document."

"Alright, then let’s draw up an adoption document."

Ge Sangen couldn’t write, so he looked at the old village chief, "Uncle, we have to trouble you with drawing up the adoption document."

Old Xiang, "You should write several copies, our brigade will keep one, and another should be submitted to the Public Security Bureau. Your adoption of this child will then be considered legitimate."