Zhao Qianbao and his daughter

During the Southern Song Dynasty, the Yellow River basin experienced several floods that year, washing away all crops and leaving no harvest by the end of the year. The imperial court was also preoccupied with its ongoing war with the Jin Dynasty in the north, and the borders were under immense pressure. Not only were granaries not opened, but local officials were also ordered to intensify their collection of silver and grain, resulting in widespread devastation. Villagers everywhere began fleeing with their families, seeking refuge with relatives. Those without relatives resorted to selling their children and begging for food.

Now, there was a village more than a hundred li from Qinglong County, named Willow Village because of the many willow trees planted around it. This year, it also suffered a flood, washing away six or seven tenths of its harvest. However, because the village was situated on higher ground near a mountain, it still had some food left to subsist. Therefore, its year was much better than those in counties where people resorted to cannibalism.

In this village lived a family named Zhao, consisting of only a father and daughter. This man, surnamed Zhao and named Zhao Qianbao, though he had two daughters, was only thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old. In Liu Village, mentioning Zhao Qianbao would cause everyone in the village to shake their heads and avoid him. This was because he was originally a rogue. His family wasn't particularly poor; they had enough to eat and wear. However, after his parents passed away, he squandered all his wealth. He was illiterate, incapable of farming or business, and instead spent his days in Qinglong County indulging in drinking, gambling, and whoring. Within a few years, he was penniless. His wife, who had married him, died of poverty and illness, leaving behind only two maids. Without his fortune, Zhao Qianbao, starving and destitute, had no choice but to rely on his strong physique to become a henchman for a landlord. Being a former hoodlum, he thrived in this position, emboldened by his master's power, and began to bully and oppress the villagers, committing heinous crimes. But as the saying goes, karma is cyclical, and retribution is swift. That year, the landlord's vast estate was swept away by the flood, reduced to a swamp. He also offended the government, forcing him to move far away to seek refuge with relatives. Zhao Qianbao, having lost his benefactors, was further burdened by the flood and became despised by his neighbors, who refused to help him. In the past six months, he was deeply in debt and barely clothed.

Now, without a livelihood, Zhao Qianbao had already sold his older daughter, nicknamed Xiang'er, three months prior. However, with the disaster still raging, although the girl was only sixteen or seventeen and quite beautiful, she only fetched a little over thirty taels of silver. This was less than the value of two oxen in a good year, so the younger daughter was kept. Fortunately, the thirty-odd taels of silver allowed them to survive for two or three months. This youngest daughter, nicknamed Xiuer, was only thirteen or fourteen years old, yet she had already grown into a graceful and delicate young woman, with a pretty face and a slender figure. Although she wore patched and tattered clothes every day, without even a complete set of clothes, it couldn't hide her delicate beauty. It only accentuated her still-developing girlish figure, making her appear even more youthful, charming, and adorable. However, she was constantly working in the fields, around the stove and on the heated brick bed, her face always covered in smoke and dust, never once seen looking neat and tidy.

This day, the girl was cooking by the stove, staring at the thin porridge made from wild herbs and vegetables in the pot, and muttering to herself: "The little bit of grain in the jar is almost gone. If I don't think of a way to survive in the next day or two, I might starve, or I might follow in my sister's footsteps." She couldn't help but glance at her father lying on the bed in the back room.

Since selling his daughter for over thirty taels of silver, Zhao Qianbao had kept only five taels to buy salt and rice for the family's daily needs. He used the rest for drinking and gambling. Today, he lost everything in a bad bet. He tried to cheat the dealer, but outnumbered, he was beaten by the thugs he had gambled with. Finally returning home, his youngest daughter ran to him, saying that they were almost out of food and asked what to do. Zhao Qianbao, already furious, yelled, "What's all the noise about? You haven't starved to death, you wretched girl! I'll just sell you tomorrow, but you won't be worth much!" He reached for his daughter's chest. Xiu'er, startled, cried out, "No! Don't!" and turned to run away. Before her father could catch her, she had already skipped and hopped into the outer room. Seeing his daughter escape the house, Zhao Qianbao, still aching from the beating, didn't chase after her. He glared at her, then lay down on the bed to rest and catch his breath.

Seeing her father hadn't followed, Xiu'er returned to the stove to add water and fuel, carefully preparing dinner. Just then, Zhao Qianbao saw his daughter looking at him and grinned maliciously, saying, "You little brat, what are you afraid of! Your sister lives a life of luxury in a wealthy family, what's wrong with that! She's just ungrateful, never sending any money home, damn it! Don't be like her, and don't forget to be filial to your father in the future."

Xiu'er, filled with anger and resentment, cursed her father inwardly for his heartlessness. Turning back, she whispered bitterly, "You've ruined my sister! You sold her to be someone's concubine, and now you want to sell me too! If Mother knew this in the afterlife, she would never forgive you!" Upon hearing Xiu'er mention her mother, Zhao Qianbao glared and roared, "You dare talk back to me? You wretched girl, are you itching for a beating?" He then sat up.

Zhao Qianbao usually beat his two daughters for the slightest offense. Hearing him threaten to hit her, Xiu'er was startled, but seeing that her father didn't stand up, she didn't run away. She whispered her protests, "Father, if you want to sell us, I have no complaints, but how could you do that to my sister... that... that..." Before she could finish, her face flushed crimson with shame, and she quickly turned her head away.

Zhao Qianbao sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), sizing up his daughter with a sneer. "I've raised you two wretched girls since you were little, is it wrong for you to serve me a little?" Xiu'er blushed and lowered her head, whispering, "You...you're our own father! How can you say such...such things...

how can we face anyone? I'd rather...better to be dead."

Seeing his daughter's embarrassment and stammering, her face flushed red from the firelight as she squatted in front of the stove, Zhao Qianbao couldn't tell if it was her delicate skin or the firelight, but she looked both pitiful and adorable. He couldn't help but feel a stirring in his heart. He leered at his daughter and said, "What does it matter? Anyway, she'll be enjoyed by others. It's better to let her father pamper her this first time, so she'll suffer less later. Hehe, just consider it her filial piety." After saying that, he kept looking Xiu'er up and down.

Xiu'er, hearing his increasingly absurd words, was speechless. He was her own father, and as a daughter, she couldn't very well scold him. She was filled with shame and anger, her face bowed so low she couldn't lift it.

Zhao Qianbao, even more smug, said, "You little brat, if you won't speak, do you want to experience the same pleasure as your sister?"

Xiu'er was startled and quickly looked up, crying, "No! No!" But she met Zhao Qianbao's lecherous gaze, and saw her father's lewd grin as he stared at her with ill intent, sizing her up. Startled again, she dared not say another word, quickly turning back to remain silent and continuing to add fuel to the fire and cook. Seeing his daughter's shy and hesitant demeanor, Zhao Qianbao's desire only intensified. Sitting on the edge of the kang (heated brick bed), he stared at Xiu'er's body, his love growing stronger with each glance. He longed to devour this flower-like girl, but he simply couldn't bring himself to touch her. This wasn't out of a sudden pang of conscience; it was because when Zhao Qianbao sold his eldest daughter, she was discovered to have been defiled, and the buyer had to deduct half of the agreed-upon sixty taels of silver. He had regretted it for days afterward. That's why he had shown mercy to his younger daughter, Xiu'er, thus preserving her chastity.

Meanwhile, Xiu'er, with her knees drawn up to her chest, squatted in front of the stove, holding only a fire poker. She would occasionally poke the fire a couple of times, then stare blankly at the flames. Thinking that she would be sold into slavery in the next day or two, her heart was filled with bitterness, and two streams of tears flowed down her cheeks, soaking her clothes. Then she remembered the day her sister was sold, how they struggled but couldn't resist, and how her beastly father raped and humiliated her. She was powerless to stop him and hid behind the water vat all night in terror. Now, it seemed her turn was coming. A wave of panic washed over her. Thinking of her sister and father's appearance that day, she blushed deeply, her heart pounded, and her body burned like fire...

...She secretly glanced back at Zhao Qianbao, seeing him still half-lying on the kang, not moving, and felt slightly relieved, before turning back to her own thoughts. That day, also in the evening, Zhao Qianbao had negotiated the money for selling his daughter with a broker. Holding the down payment, he gambled in the city and unexpectedly won a few more taels, making him genuinely happy. Any guilt he felt about selling his daughter had long since vanished. He then drank two ounces of liquor and returned home, reeking of alcohol. Upon entering, he immediately saw his two daughters sitting on the edge of the kang, holding hands and weeping uncontrollably. A surge of displeasure rose within him, and he yelled at them, "Stop crying! What's the point of wiping your tears here! It's not like I'm asking you to go and kill yourselves, so shut up!"

Seeing their father return, reeking of alcohol, the sisters knew he had already received the money. Realizing that crying was useless, they stopped crying and sat silently.

Seeing this, Zhao Qianbao said again, "Don't look so dejected. Let me tell you, the eldest daughter has been betrothed to Master Lu of Qinglong County. Master Lu's family is very wealthy. Your eldest daughter will be living a life of luxury from now on! You should be overjoyed!" Seeing that neither of his daughters answered, he glared and scolded, "Don't put on this mournful face at home, it's so annoying!"

This year, the surrounding villages had been hit by floods, and many poor families were selling their children. He had seen it all before. The two sisters knew in their hearts that they probably couldn't escape it either. Now that things had come to this, they had no other choice but to accept their fate.

These two girls, children from a poor family, had been very sensible since childhood. They were extremely filial to their parents, and although their father was like this, they always accepted his fate and obeyed him in everything.

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