One night, Qiu Yuying got up to use the bathroom and happened to overhear her own mother discussing with her father: "Why don't we sell Zhaodi, even if it just gets us two pounds of sweet potatoes, it's still something."
"Sell her? A girl about five or six years old? There are kids like this everywhere, who would want to buy?"
"If there's no other choice, just trade her with Old Silly Tian's eldest girl from the neighboring village—"
"...Alright. After all, we've raised her for several years; it's hard to do it with a clear conscience."
Hearing this, Qiu Yuying felt her heart leap into her throat.
What did her cheap parents mean by this?
What does it mean to trade her for the Tian family's eldest daughter?
Trading children to survive!
This bloodless but horrifying idiom suddenly smashed into Qiu Yuying's brain, shocking her nearly out of her wits.
No, she couldn't stay with these parents who were worse than beasts.
