An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

In the evening, there is still a faint afterglow on the horizon, like the gentle mark left by the setting sun as it is reluctant to leave, dyeing the sky a soft orange-red.

A gentle breeze blew by, bringing a touch of coolness and the scent of smoke rising from the homes of villagers not far away. It was a peaceful and beautiful evening, but for Jing Chunxi, the day's work was not over yet.

It was the same yard at the entrance to East Village where I'd collected the goods last time. Everything seemed so familiar. Five rooms were filled to the brim with dried bamboo shoots and sweet potato noodles. These goods had been carefully selected by Dadaya's parents, and were of high quality and in considerable quantity.

She followed the same procedure as last time. After a busy period, all the goods had been put into Jing Chunxi's space. She could finally breathe a sigh of relief. She believed that the things sent by the mountain people tomorrow would fill up the rooms again.

After locking the door, Jing Chunxi was blocked by Daya's family before he even reached the courtyard gate.

She wasn't surprised by this, in fact, she had already guessed what they were going to do. The Daya family stood at the gate, their faces showing a hint of nervousness and anticipation, and their eyes showing a hint of uneasiness.

Jing Chunxi said to the dozen or so people who were already waiting outside the courtyard gate, "Seventh Uncle, stay here. The rest of you can go to the restaurant and wait. If you're hungry, eat first. Ask Tang Shuang and Chun Tao to reserve a table and wait for us."

Her voice was calm and gentle, with a hint of unquestionable firmness. Chongsan immediately reacted and replied loudly, "How can we eat first? We must wait. Anyone who is hungry can eat the sugar-coated rice cakes." With that, he waved the others away.

The yard suddenly became much quieter, with only Jing Chunxi, Ah Qi, and Daye's family left. Ah Qi let them back into the yard, and everyone sat down at the broken table again.

There were only a few short benches in the yard, and no one dared to sit down unless Jing Chunxi did.

"Miss!"

Da'er's mother called out timidly, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible. She held Er'er tightly with one hand, nudging the man beside her with her other elbow, a hint of anxiety in her eyes.

Daddy's mouth moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he hesitated. He first glanced at Ah Qi, then met Jing Chunxi's eyes.

Finally, he mustered up the courage and asked cautiously in a low voice, "Miss, do you still want to buy a big one?" There was a slight tremor in his voice, he seemed a little nervous, and his words were a little incoherent.

The woman, seeing her husband hadn't responded again, grew even more anxious. Seeing her eldest son approaching her, she mustered up the courage to speak, "After the young lady left, the eldest son insisted on selling himself into slavery. He wanted to go with the young lady."

As soon as she finished speaking, Daya took two steps forward, suddenly knelt down with a plop, and kowtowed three times to Jing Chunxi: "Miss, Daya is willing. Daya is willing to swear allegiance to you until death." His voice was firm and powerful, and his eyes revealed a determination.

Jing Chunxi smiled. She didn't know where Daya learned this from, but looking at his expression, he seemed to be sincere and didn't seem to be playing tricks on others.

"Oh, have you thought it through?"

Jing Chunxi looked at Daya with great interest. Although Daya was close to his mother, his eyes were always on Jing Chunxi.

Jing Chunxi asked again: "Are you willing to sell yourself as a slave?" Daya raised his head with a hint of stubbornness in his eyes: "Miss, Daya is willing. Daya is willing to be loyal to you until death." Although his voice was childish, it was firm.

Ah Qi's face turned serious, his smile gone, and he wanted to scold him: "If you sell yourself into slavery, you must allow your master to beat or scold you, and he can even sell you again."

Perhaps it was Ah Qi's overly forceful attitude, or perhaps it was the murderous look on his face. As soon as Ah Qi finished speaking, the couple were startled.

The woman suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Da Ya's arm, and tried to pull him up, her reluctance obvious. She was clearly not the kind of mother who would sell her son for fame. Her eyes were filled with reluctance and worry, and she was almost scared to tears.

The man didn't move, but he didn't look at Ah Qi. He looked at Jing Chunxi's face and there was hesitation on his face.

He suddenly said to his kneeling son, "Big boy! The day after tomorrow we will have money, and Dad can send you to a private school."

His meaning was clear: having money didn't necessarily mean becoming a slave or a servant, humiliating others. His voice carried a hint of helplessness, but also a hint of hope, hoping his son would change his mind.

However, the little guy Erya suddenly raised his head and looked at Jing Chunxi with a wary look, thinking she was a bad person.

He no longer had the smile he had on his face at the dock today, and his voice was filled with tears: "Brother won't go, brother doesn't want to go. Erya can go with you to the dock to sell dried bamboo shoots. Daddy~Mom, don't sell brother, I don't want to sell brother. Wow!"

He cried even harder as he was making a fuss. It was truly a touching story of brotherly love and respect.

Jing Chunxi secretly laughed in his heart, but he suppressed his smile and stared at Daya: "After selling yourself, you won't be able to see your parents and brother anymore. Do you still want to go?"

Da Ya looked up and turned around, first looking at his father, then at his mother and brother, his face showing a pained expression. He bit his lip tightly, and there was a trace of struggle in his eyes.

But the pain only lasted for a moment. He lowered his head, and when he raised it again, he gritted his teeth and asked, "After you sell yourself into slavery, can you still let your father and mother collect dried bamboo shoots and sweet potato flour?" His voice was trembling, but it was firm.

After selling herself, she was left without a home, but Daya actually still cared about her family. Jing Chunxi was right about him.

Jing Chunxi nodded without hesitation. "That's fine! We can sign the contract, but if you falsify the quality or quantity, not only will you lose the deal, you might even be forced to pay compensation to the authorities." Her voice was calm and firm, revealing an unquestionable authority. Speaking plainly upfront is the only way to create a deterrent effect.

When Da Ya heard this, a hint of joy tinged with pain appeared on his face: "No, my parents are honest people, they would never do such a thing."

His voice was firm, and he even patted his chest to assure his family. However, the couple looked apprehensive, still hesitant to make the final decision.

Da Ya mustered up his courage and asked again, "Can I write letters home in the future? I'll just have the people who come to negotiate business deliver them." He thought for a moment and said, "Da Ya will work hard to learn to read and count, so that he can write letters home and help Miss better."

You're really sensible, and you dare to ask such a question. I guess you've been thinking about it for a while.

When the child lowered his head, tears fell into the ground where his parents could not see. Jing Chunxi and Ah Qi stood in front of him and saw it clearly.

Jing Chunxi and Ah Qi both nodded at him, confirming that it was okay to write a letter. They didn't say that if he sold his body, he would be deprived of even this small request.

"Do you know what to do next?" Jing Chunxi asked again.

Da Ya raised his head and nodded again, his face firm: "After selling myself, I will belong to you from now on. I will do whatever you ask me to do. Da Ya will work hard to earn money for you. If I am unfaithful or corrupt, you will punish me."

Although his voice was childish, it was mature and firm. The more the elder spoke, the more the woman standing behind him trembled.

Erya stared at his brother, then at Jing Chunxi, his eyes blank. He clutched his mother's hand tightly, still sobbing softly.

The man looked at his son, who knelt there, refusing to get up and turn around, his eyes filled with pain and confusion. He shook his body, still saying nothing.

The atmosphere in the yard became a little heavy. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on them, but it could not dispel the confusion and uneasiness in their hearts.

Jing Chunxi and Ah Qi both felt this.