Chapter 3
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"Doctor?" The eyes of a young woman wearing a gray gown lit up when she heard Dean's words. She looked at Dean and said, "Kid, I'm a doctor. Are you willing to be my child?"
Dudian had long noticed her. He didn't expect her to take the initiative to open her mouth. Originally, he had taken the risk to refuse the gardener. He thought that other people were afraid of offending the gardener so they didn't dare to pick him. Now it seems that the other's identity wasn't that terrible.
Dudian didn't know that doctors were rarer than he had imagined. Although they were still a civilian profession, but they were one of the few senior professions that could come into contact with aristocrats. If the Mel family's steward came, then naturally no one would dare to pick his child. But a mere gardener could only suppress some 'miners', 'tailors' and other first class ordinary civilians.
Dudian looked at her. The lines of her cheeks were very soft. When she smiled, there were two shallow dimples. He couldn't help but think of his mother's gentle appearance when she was preparing breakfast for him. He bowed his head in silence for a moment. Then he gently nodded: "I'm willing."
The previous middle-aged man's face was slightly ugly, but he didn't say anything as he looked at the young woman. He secretly felt sorry for Dudian. After all, he was too young and his knowledge was too shallow. Although it was good to be a doctor, but not every child of a doctor could learn the skills of their parents. It was an extremely difficult profession to start. If they spent a lot of energy but didn't learn it in the end, then it would be too late to change to another profession. They could only become low-level coolies.
But gardeners were different. As long as they had a good memory, they would be able to get started very quickly. Moreover, as a gardener of the Mel family, not only would they be able to get away from the dirty slums, but in the future they could inherit the gardener's identity and live in the Mel family for a lifetime. This was a good thing that other people wouldn't even dare to dream of.
What a pity!
The middle-aged man shook his head.
The other children's faces turned ugly when they saw that the young woman had chosen Dudian. Barton and the other deformed children were a little bit better. Although they were a little bit jealous, but more envious. But for the healthy children it was no doubt that Dudian had taken away their precious opportunity. They couldn't help but feel resentment and jealousy.
Aunt Dai smiled. Dudian was one of the few children in the orphanage who was pleasing to her eyes. It didn't matter whether he was stupid or not. At least his white and clean skin was comfortable to look at. Aunt Dai looked at the young woman: "Dudian is very obedient and well-behaved. I hope that you will take good care of him in the future. I wish your family happiness."
"I will." The young woman's face was full of smiles, and she was very happy in her heart.
"Mina, take them to go through the household Registration procedures." Aunt Dai looked at the middle-aged woman next to her.
The middle-aged woman called 'Mina' waved to Dean and smiled at the young woman: "Come with me."
"Dudian!"
"Dudian don't forget us!"
"Remember to come back to see us!"
Barton and the other deformed children were reluctant to leave.
Dudian had been taken care of by them for the past three months. He smiled: "I will come back. But don't be too discouraged. Maybe when I come back all of you will have been adopted."
Barton and the other deformed children laughed although they were aware of the situation.
"I choose you." Dudian was about to leave when he heard the words of the middle-aged gardener. He couldn't help but look at the gardener. He saw the gardener pointing at Lisa in the crowd: "Little girl, you are very well-behaved. How about being my daughter?"
Lisa stared at him blankly, her face filled with disbelief.
The other healthy children around her couldn't help but look at her with envy.
Dean retracted his eyes and walked towards aunt Mina. He followed her and his soon-to-be nominal "mother" as they left the open space.
From now on, he and the other children in this orphanage would live in their own families. From now on, they would be separated from each other, and perhaps they would never meet again.
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The household registration procedures of the orphanage were very simple.
First, verify the identity of the adopter.
Second, verify the work certificate of the adopter.
The purpose of the above two points was to confirm whether the adopter met the requirements of the law for adoption.
If there was no work, or if the work was the cheapest labor, then the adopter was not eligible to adopt a child.
The third point was to sign a contract to confirm the adoption relationship between the two parties. At the same time, the registration of the orphanage would be transferred to the name of the adopter.
The last and most important point was the adoption fee!
Yes, this was the main source of income for the orphanage in this world. In the old days, the orphanages only needed to meet the requirements for adoption and did not need money. But here, it was different. Although it was called adoption, it was actually equivalent to "selling." In a sense, it was the same as the old days of human traffickers. The only difference was that it was legal here.
Dudian hadn't seen the money of this world yet. He saw his nominal "mother" take out a stack of thick green notes. It was the same size as the notes of the old days. There was a high giant wall printed on it. It was quite like the giant wall of Silvia.
Dudian saw her hand over the stack of notes to the smiling Aunt Mina. He knew why they accepted him so easily when he first came to the orphanage. It was obvious that the orphanage was so poor, and the surrounding environment was so shabby. But they selflessly gave food and accommodation to an unrelated stranger. It turned out that he had lived here for a few months and brought them a lot of money.
Dudian gently sighed in his heart. He felt that he should recognize the difference between the two worlds. Survival of the fittest. Either adapt to the world, or let the world adapt to him.
At this time, after paying the adoption fee, the young woman put away the signed contract. She bent over and stroked Dudian's hair. She gently said: "Child, I'm your mother. My name is Jura."
Dudian looked at her light brown eyes. He knew that this woman would be the only one he could rely on in the future. He was silent for a moment and said: "Can I call you Aunt Zhu first?"
Jura was slightly surprised.
Mina who was sorting out the contract next to them heard his words: "Don't be unruly. From now on, she is your mother. Treat her well. Don't lose the name of our orphanage."
"It's okay." Jura smiled and stroked Dudian's hair. She gently said: "If you want to call me Aunt Zhu, then call me Aunt Zhu. I'll wait until you get used to it."
There was a trace of warmth in Dudian's heart. He whispered: "Thank you."
He was really grateful because he knew that once he was adopted, his life and death would be in the hands of the adopter. He also knew from the other children that in this world, even if the parents killed their own children, it was … legal.
Jura smiled: "Let's go back. I'll show you your new home."
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Jura's home was in the residential area.
The people who lived here were all ordinary people with jobs. The living environment here was completely different from the slums. The smell in the air was much fresher. There was no smell of feces or rotting things.
In the huge residential area, Jura's living conditions were relatively good. She lived in the southern part of the residential area. The price of the land here was twice as high as the northern part because the northern part was close to the slums while the southern part was close to the commercial area.
Those who could live in the commercial area were either big shots with military positions or rich businessmen. The amount of money they could casually spend was astronomical figures that some people in the residential area couldn't earn in their lifetime.
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