On the official road outside Fu Ze Village. A big and a small figure walked and stopped intermittently. Liu Shu frowned as he saw his daughter stopping again and walked over: "What’s wrong with you now?" "Father, I... I have a pebble in my shoe." Song Min took off her somewhat dirty cloth shoe and shook out the small pebble. In fact, the little pebble was secretly put there by Song Min when Liu Shu wasn’t paying attention. Seeing Song Min dawdling as she put on her shoe, Liu Shu lightly rebuked her. Fınd the newest release on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝔫𝔢𝔱 Soon after, as they walked, Liu Shu turned back to see Song Min squatting down again, clutching her stomach, looking uncomfortable, and furrowed his brows: "What’s wrong with you now?" "Father, I... my stomach hurts, I need to use the restroom." Song Min’s eyes avoided his gaze. Liu Shu could see through Song Min’s little tricks and lost his patience completely. He roughly pulled her up from her squatting position and said: "Hold it in, I’ll find you a place in town." He then dragged Song Min along with him. "Father, it hurts... it hurts..." Liu Shu was gripping too tightly, and the little girl’s wrists were tender. Song Min cried out in pain and tears began to fall. Liu Shu pretended not to hear and continued to drag Song Min forward, ignoring her cries. Seeing no way out, Song Min couldn’t hold back and burst into tears: "Father, I don’t want to go to town, don’t make me go to town. Please, don’t sell me. I’ll be good and never make you angry again..." Liu Shu’s footsteps halted. He looked back at Song Min’s pitiful expression, feeling a pang of reluctance, but he remembered she was just a burden, wasting food, whereas selling her to the brothel could earn some money. He steeled his heart and said, not too directly: "Father won’t sell you, just taking you to a fun place where you won’t worry about food and clothing." "But I... I don’t want to go there. I just want to stay with Father." "You have to go whether you want to or not, it’s not your decision." Liu Shu lost the last bit of his patience and showed an angry face. No matter how much Song Min cried or struggled, Liu Shu ignored it, forcefully dragging her along. "Stop." Just then, a stern shout came from behind. The voice was incredibly familiar. Liu Shu turned around to see that it really was Chen Mo, and his expression instantly froze. As Chen Mo approached and saw the knife in his hand, Liu Shu’s face turned pale. He quickly let go of the still weeping Song Min, smiled awkwardly, and said: "Brother Mo, Shui, what are you doing here?" Chen Mo looked at Song Min, whose eyes were swollen from crying, and her reddened wrists. He frowned and said softly: "Where are you two going?" "I... I was taking Min’Er to town for a play." Liu Shu said. Chen Mo glanced at Song Min, who wiped her tears, nodded, and whispered: "Father is taking me... to town for a play." Here, lying means it’s easy to see through. Chen Mo immediately saw through Song Min’s lie. He led Song Min to the side, crouched down, patted her head, and said: "Min’Er, tell Brother Mo, why are you crying? Did your father bully you?" "Then why are you crying ? Is it because your father doesn’t want you anymore? Tell Brother Mo the truth, maybe Brother Mo can help talk to your father." Chen Mo smiled. Song Min bit her lip, hesitated, and glanced at Liu Shu. Liu Shu naturally heard Chen Mo’s words and showed a flustered expression. "What? Your father wants to sell you!" Chen Mo leaned closer to Song Min’s ear and suddenly raised his voice. Hearing this, Zhang River kicked straight away. Zhang River, having trained with Chen Mo for such a long time, was no stranger to good food and had quite the strength. Liu Shu was knocked to the ground with one kick. Zhang River said fiercely: "Damn you, selling your own daughter, are you even human?" "Cough, cough..." Liu Shu coughed in pain, clutching his chest. Thinking his daughter had told, he stopped pretending and, with his scant courage, said defiantly: "Selling my own daughter, what’s it to you?" "You still dare to be aggressive." Zhang River shouted fiercely and was about to kick again, but at that moment Song Min ran over and protected Liu Shu, saying: "Don’t hit my father, don’t..." But Liu Shu didn’t appreciate it; he didn’t dare to face Chen Mo and Zhang River aggressively, but he dared towards Song Min: "Is this how you behave?" Song Min clutched her clothes: "Father, I... didn’t say anything." "Stop." Chen Mo had Zhang River hold off, then walked over and said: "Min’Er didn’t say anything, I guessed. But I didn’t expect it to be true." He approached Liu Shu and said softly: "I don’t understand. I gave you food twice, which was enough for you and Min’Er for two months. Why sell your daughter?" Liu Shu feared Chen Mo’s might and remained silent. "Dammit, Brother Mo asked you a question." Zhang River yelled. "There’s no use for her, she’s just a burden dragging me down, why can’t I sell her?" Liu Shu said weakly, glancing at Chen Mo: "I tried to offer her to you the other day, and you refused." "Hey, blaming Brother Mo, as if selling your daughter is justified." Zhang River rolled up his sleeves. Within the Great Song Dynasty, there were clear laws against selling wives and daughters. But laws were laws; in common society, selling wives and daughters was common unless it was by traffickers, then it was mostly ignored. "Father..." Liu Shu’s words caused immense hurt to Song Min’s heart. Hearing those words, Chen Mo closed his eyes. He thought Liu Shu was just lazy and that providing them food would allow him to care for his daughter. That’s why he refused when Liu Shu brought her for a marriage proposal. After all, he truly had no interest in a ten-year-old girl. Moreover, feeling indebted to the Song family, Chen Mo didn’t want a suffering child serving him. He hoped she could grow up normally in a good home. But it was beyond his expectations that Liu Shu as Song Min’s biological father would even consider selling her. Because with his help, the Song family wasn’t to the point of destitution. If he had known, when Liu Shu brought Song Min over, he wouldn’t have refused. A small action resulted in such a significant change. He thought of Chen Dalin, Chen Hu. If he had lent grain to Chen Dalin, perhaps the latter wouldn’t have gone stealing fish and wouldn’t have died. If he hadn’t killed Chen Hu, the Song family wouldn’t have suffered this fate. In such a turbulent world, he felt his own powerlessness. A grain of sand falling on a person’s shoulder becomes a mountain.