Doctor? "Upon hearing Du Di'an's words, a young woman in a gray and white long coat in the crowd's eyes lit up and said to Du Di'an," Child, I am a doctor. Would you be willing to be my child
Dudian had already noticed her, but before he could ask, she took the initiative to speak up. He had originally approached the gardener with an adventurous attitude, thinking that others were afraid to offend him and would not choose him. Now, it seems that the other party's identity is not so scary.
Dudian did not know that doctors were even rarer in this world than he had imagined. Although they were still civilian professions, they were one of the few high-level professions among many civilian professions that could have access to the nobility. If the steward of the Mel family came, naturally no one would dare to take the child he was interested in. However, just a gardener and servant could only suppress some first-class ordinary civilians such as "miners" and "tailors" at most.
Du Di'an looked at her directly, his cheeks very soft, and when he smiled, there were two shallow dimples, which reminded him of his mother's gentle appearance when she prepared breakfast for him. His heart ached, he lowered his head, and after a while, he lightly nodded and said, "I wish
The middle-aged man's face looked a bit unpleasant earlier, but after looking at the young woman, he held back and didn't say much. He just secretly felt sorry for Dudian in his heart. After all, he was too young and had limited knowledge. Although doctors were good, not every doctor's child could learn their parents' skills. This was an extremely difficult profession to enter. If a lot of energy was invested and they still didn't learn, it would be too late to switch careers and become low-level laborers.
But being a gardener is different. As long as you have a good memory, you can quickly get started. As a gardener for the Mel family, not only can you immediately escape from such a dirty place in the slums, but you can also inherit his gardener identity in the future and live in the Mel family for the rest of your life. This is a good thing that no one else dares to dream of.
Unfortunately, unfortunately!
Middle aged people shake their heads.
Other children couldn't help but look pale when they saw that this young woman in the medical profession had chosen Dudian. Barton and other deformed children were better off, although a little jealous, but more envious. For those able-bodied children, this was undoubtedly Dudian taking away their precious opportunity, and they couldn't help but feel resentful and jealous in their hearts.
Other adults feel a bit regretful that such excellent orphans are rare.
Aunt Dai's eyes showed a smile. Du Di'an was one of the few children in the orphanage that she liked. Whether he was stupid or not was not important. At least his snow-white and clean skin was comfortable to look at. She turned back to the young woman and said, "Du Di'an is very obedient and well behaved here. I hope you take good care of him in the future, and I also wish your family happiness
I can do it, "the young woman smiled and was extremely happy in her heart.
"Mina, take them to go through the registered residence formalities," Aunt Dai said to a middle-aged woman nearby.
The middle-aged woman named 'Mina' waved to Du Di'an and smiled at the young woman, saying, 'Come with me.'
Dean, come on
Dean, don't forget about us
Remember to come back and see us when you have time
Barton and a group of deformed children were reluctant to part ways.
Du Di'an has received a lot of care from them in the past three months. He smiled and said, "I will come back, but don't be too discouraged. Maybe when I come back, you will all be adopted
Barton and other deformed children, although aware of themselves, still laughed.
I'll choose you. "As Du Di'an was about to leave, he suddenly heard the middle-aged gardener's words and couldn't help but look at Lisa in the crowd, smiling and saying," Little girl, you're quite obedient. How about being my daughter
Lisa stared at him blankly, with a look of disbelief on her face.
The other healthy children gathered around her couldn't help but look at her enviously.
Dudian took a glance, then withdrew his gaze and walked up to Aunt Mina, following her and the soon to be nominal "mother" to leave the empty space.
From then on, he and the other children in this orphanage will live in their own families, separated from each other and perhaps never meet again.
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The registered residence procedures for orphanages are very simple.
Firstly, verify the identity certificate of the adopter.
Secondly, verify the adopter's work certificate.
The purpose of the above two points is to confirm whether the adopter meets the legal requirements for adoption.
If there is no job, or if work is the cheapest form of labor, one does not qualify for adopting a child.
Finally, the third point is to sign a contract to confirm the adoption relationship between the two parties. At the same time, transfer the registered residence of the orphanage applied to Dudian to the name of the adopter.
Lastly, and most importantly, it is the adoption fee!
That's right, this is the main source of income for orphanages in this world. In the old days of orphanages, all that was needed was to meet the conditions for adoption, and no money was needed. However, this was different. Saying it was adoption was actually equivalent to "selling" it. In a sense, it was the same as the nature of human trafficking in the old days. The only difference was that here, it was legal.
Dudian had not yet seen the coins of this world, and only saw this nominal 'mother' pull out a thick stack of green banknotes, about the size of old era banknotes, with a high and towering city wall printed on it, resembling the Silvia Wall.
Seeing her hand over the stack of clearly marked coins to Aunt Mina with a smile on her face, Dudian finally understood why they had accepted him so easily when he first arrived at the orphanage. Despite the orphanage being so tight and the surrounding environment being so rundown, they selflessly offered food and shelter to this unrelated stranger. It turned out that in just a few months of living here, they could bring them such a large sum of money.
With a soft sigh in his heart, Du Di'an felt that he might need to recognize the difference between the two worlds. Survival of the fittest means either adapting to this world or letting it adapt to him.
At this moment, after paying the adoption fee, the young woman put away the contract signed by both parties, bent down and stroked Dudian's hair, and gently said, "Child, from now on, I will be your mother. My name is Julia
Dudian looked into her light brown eyes and knew that this woman would be his only reliance before growing up. After a moment of silence, he said, "Can I call you Aunt Zhu first
Jula was slightly taken aback.
Mina, who was organizing the contract next to her, whispered, "Don't be unruly. From now on, she's your mother. You should treat her well in the future and not lose the reputation of our orphanage
It's okay, "Jula smiled slightly, stroking Dudian's hair and saying gently," If you want to call me Aunt Zhu first, just Aunt Zhu. I'll wait until you get used to it
Dudian felt a hint of warmth in his heart and whispered, "Thank you
He is truly grateful because he knows that once adopted, his life and death are in the hands of the adopter, and he also knows from other children that in this world, even if parents kill their own children, it is legal.
Jula smiled faintly and said, "Let's go back and take you to see your new home
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Jula's home is in a residential area.
The people living here are all ordinary residents with jobs, and the living environment is vastly different from that of the slums. Just the smell in the air is much fresher, without the odor of feces or some rotten substances.
In the huge residential area, Jula's living conditions are also relatively upstream. She lives on the south side of the residential area, where land prices are twice as high as in the north because the north is close to the slums and the south is close to the commercial district.
Those who can live in commercial areas are either high-ranking military officials or wealthy businessmen. The money spent casually with a wave of their hand is astronomical figures that some residents in the residential area will never earn in their lifetime.
Each area is separated by high walls, and the city gates are only open during the day. The division is strict, and there is a saying circulating in the walls of Silvia: face north, not south. The north is a poverty-stricken area, and on the south side of the poverty-stricken area is a residential area. This means that people in residential areas can freely go to the poverty-stricken area, and people in commercial areas can freely go to residential areas. However, if people in poverty-stricken areas want to go to residential areas, they must not, and the same applies to residential areas.