However, thinking again, An Dafu realized he was now like the shaless Erlaizi, and he felt a throbbing pain in his back teeth.
Oh, right, if he hadn’t been reminded by this, An Dafu wouldn’t have thought of it. The third adopted daughter of the Gao Family seems to be called An Ning.
An Ning, An Ning?
Could it be such a coincidence?
If he, an old man, could ti travel, could his daughter also have co through?
The more he thought about it, the more excited An Dafu beca.
"Erlaizi, I’m talking to you here, why are you so absent-minded today? What’s happened to you? Why do you seem sowhat unlike yourself?" Gao Dashu patted An Dafu’s shoulder, reminding him, and muttered in confusion.
An Dafu appeared exceptionally calm and said, "I’m just thinking!"
"Thinking about what?" Gao Dashu asked.
"The more I think, the more I realize that selling soone’s daughter is indeed highly unethical, and we can’t do it." Even if that child wasn’t his daughter, just because she shared the sa na as his daughter, he couldn’t stand by and let an innocent be sold by such scum.
Gao Dashu nervously scratched his head, "If there were a way, I’d have to be insane to consider doing such despicable things. It’s all your fault; if you hadn’t coaxed , would I have lost so much money gambling? If we don’t sell her, the people at the casino will skin us alive."
Speaking of which, An Dafu had indeed overlooked the gambling debt of his original self.
But, "No matter what, we can’t sell soone’s daughter. Dashu, you have daughters too. Could you bear to sell your daughter?"
An Dafu empathized; he was the kind of person who cherished his daughters like his life. He would sell himself before he would touch a hair on his daughter’s head; otherwise, he would fight to the death.
Unexpectedly, Gao Dashu blurted, "Our family’s damned girls, even if sold, need to fetch a price. Tying two of them together wouldn’t be as valuable as one An Ning. Why else would I consider her?"
An Dafu was at a loss for words.
This guy was speaking the truth. It’s always about appearances, no matter the era; quantity can’t trump good looks.
An Dafu had mories of this An Ning. Although still young, her looks were striking. He also knew that if the two girls from Gao Dashu’s house stood next to her, they wouldn’t even be worthy of carrying her shoes.
"Anyway, I’ve said my piece. I’d rather have my legs broken than engage in such despicable acts." An Dafu declared.
...
The spring night was sowhat chilly, and An Ning drowsily felt soone calling her.
When she opened her eyes, she saw Mrs. Yan and Gao Mutou standing at her bedside.
"Ningning, your father made two stools for Aunt Five’s house, and she gave us two eggs. Quickly sit up and eat them before you sleep." Mrs. Yan said.
For dinner, An Ning had only a bowl of thin gruel. Even when she wanted a corn bun, Grandma Gao wouldn’t give it, saying An Ning wasn’t working and was eating for free.
Mrs. Yan was mindful of the matter of Gao Mutou settling the wages and dicine money tomorrow. She couldn’t offend Grandma Gao too much at this ti, so she had to endure it.
Initially, she thought of borrowing two eggs from soone to give the child so nourishnt. But unexpectedly, Gao Mutou had taken this to heart and brought the eggs back.
After sleeping for quite a while and having taken the dicine in the afternoon, An Ning felt her body much better.
At least, she no longer felt that initial weakness upon waking.
Sitting up, An Ning took the eggs from Mrs. Yan’s hand.
Then she suddenly rembered that it wasn’t just her in this household.
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