A child costs fifty taels, Wufu didn't react immediately upon hearing this price, but the owner of the grocery store beside her started to show pain in his teeth.
"What's the matter?" Wufu found it strange.
The grocery store owner pulled her back a couple of steps and whispered, "They're asking for the sky here. In these times, a child is worth at most a few taels of silver, and for the cheaper ones, one could even buy them for just one or two taels."
What, only a few taels of silver?
Wufu was an outsider from the modern world and was born in a society that valued human rights. Although she had heard a little about the trade of people, she had never participated in it, and in this era, even less so; therefore, she hadn't thought about what the price should be.
Human life is so cheap!
