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Chapter 50 Daughter Tower

That morning, Tang Qiao took away several carts of grain and a cart of vegetables. County Magistrate Li also took away the donated old clothes. Xiong Hua and Xiong Zhuang put on their new clothes. Liu Fugui and Xiao Zhuzi brought two prawns and asked if their boss still wanted to continue the transaction.

We have been busy all morning. After seeing off Zhuzi and his son, everyone thought that no one would come today.

Everyone had just sat down to have a sip of water when a familiar "beep" sound came from the computer. They were wondering who would come.

It just so happens that most of the guests have already come today. Trem will definitely not come because the Elf Queen is busy planting flowers now!
Soon a figure appeared in the portal. A person who should be a man was sitting in the portal crying. His face could not be seen as he was buried in his arms on his knees, and his hair was tied into a bun with a cloth strip.

The man cried very sadly and loudly, crying "aww". It was really heartbreaking to hear him cry!

They had been crying inside the portal for several minutes and had no intention of stopping.

Wang Yue, who usually runs the fastest, rarely stepped back today and signaled Song Jiyang with her eyes to go. Even if Wang Yue didn't say it, Song Jiyang would have gone.

"Little brother, don't cry first. If there is any problem, we can find a way. Crying can't solve the problem." Song Jiyang reached out to pull the man.

It is not known whether he heard Song Ji Yang's words, but he still followed Song Ji Yang's force and went out of the portal.

When he stood up and walked, you could see that the man was very thin, but very tall, almost as tall as Song Jiyang who was 180cm tall. His body looked like a gust of wind would blow him away.

The man was still crying with his hands covering his face. Song Jiyang dragged a chair for the man to sit down. He sat down, but it did not affect his crying at all.

Song Jiyang realized that crying was not a solution, so he said to the man, "Why don't you tell me what's going on? Why are you crying?"

"Let me finish crying first!" The man's voice was nasal.

"Crying won't solve the problem." Song Jiyang was almost losing his temper because of him crying.

"I'm crying because I can't solve the problem. I don't have the ability, so crying is all I can do. If you let me cry for a while, I'll feel better."

There was nothing they could do but wait for him to finish crying. It took about ten minutes before the man gradually calmed down.

Wen Hao handed him some paper and asked him to wipe his face. The man who wiped away his tears and snot was very young, about eighteen or nineteen years old. He was very white and thin, with deep eye sockets. If he gained some weight, he would look good.

Seeing that he had calmed down, Wen Hao asked, "Little brother, what difficulties have you encountered that make you so sad?"

The man rubbed his eyes and said something that shocked everyone: "I am going to do something unscrupulous later, but I have to do it, so I will cry first to feel better."

A boy with an innocent appearance, crying and saying that he was going to do something unscrupulous, seemed incongruous and weird no matter how you looked at it.

"Little brother, can you explain it more clearly?" File asked. "I'm going to set a fire and burn my two newborn babies." His voice was filled with tears.

As soon as these words came out, the faces of several people in the supermarket became solemn. It seemed that the boy didn't want to do it, but he was not opposed to doing it. After all, it was two lives, no wonder the boy cried.

"Little brother, tell us exactly what happened! We will see if we can help you. Even if we can't help you, we can still help you think of a solution. After all, one person's plan is short, but three people's plan is long, right?" Wen Hao moved a chair and sat opposite the boy.

From the boy's intermittent narration, everyone knew what had happened.

The county where the boy lives is called Huangshan County. It is not a rich place but not particularly poor either. There are many places poorer than Huangshan County.

The families in the county were very poor. After paying taxes, the family worked hard and could only get half a meal. This condition was considered normal in Huangshan County. Even in the long history, most people in the entire feudal society lived in this condition.

In feudal society, there was no family planning or contraception, which meant that healthy couples could have one child a year, and another in the second or third year. If mortality rates were not taken into account, healthy couples could easily have seven or eight, or even ten children in their lifetime.

Having the first two children might be a surprise, the third and fourth are a bit of a stretch, and the fifth and sixth are out of the question. Having more children is not something you can afford to raise, and no one wants them even if you give them away, because everyone’s situation is similar. You have many children, and I have many too!
If the next born is a boy, some families will grit their teeth and raise the child. If they really can't raise the child, they will give the child away and there will be people willing to take it over. After all, there are couples with fertility problems everywhere.

The girl's fate was to be abandoned. It was impossible to expect someone to be kind enough to pick her up and take her home to raise her after she was left on the roadside.

Those girls abandoned on the roadside were either dragged away by wild dogs or waited to die to be pecked by scavengers such as crows. At first, the people felt sorry for them but were powerless to change it.

Later, someone came up with the idea of ​​building a daughter tower. They built a tower that was more than one meter high so that wild dogs could not reach it. The hole of the tower could not be made bigger to prevent crows from pecking at it. They could only build a hole that was just big enough to fit a baby.

The boy’s job is to set fire to the newborn baby to prevent it from being eaten by snakes, insects, rats and ants.

Yesterday, two poor men asked him to help burn the firewood so that they would suffer less. When he said this, the boy started crying again.

In fact, similar things have happened in Chinese history. The local county magistrate was helpless, and the rulers above were also powerless, or unwilling to pay too much for this matter.

Mr. Jiang said, "Little brother, this isn't something you, a young man, would do, right?"

"Yes! Old sir!" The boy glanced at Mr. Jiang.

"The person who did this before was a lame old man with one eye blind. His surname was Wu, and I don't even know his name. I came here when I was about five years old, and Old Man Wu adopted me. He raised me with an egg from the villagers, a handful of wild fruits, and two mu of thin land. He passed away two years ago, and I took over the job from him."

"At first I couldn't bring myself to end their lives. I cried for a long time at home, but when I got to the tower I still couldn't bring myself to do it, so I took them home to raise them. I don't know if my method was wrong or if they starved to death. Of the six children I brought home, only two survived, and I raised them to have big heads."

What kind of parenting experience can be expected from a teenage boy?