"Doctor?" Hearing Du Di'an's words, a young woman in a gray and white gown in the crowd suddenly lit up and said to Du Di'an: "Little boy, I am a doctor, are you willing to be my child?"

Du Di'an had noticed her for a long time, but she didn't expect to ask her before she took the initiative to speak. He originally rejected the gardener with a risky attitude. He thought that others were afraid of offending each other and dared not choose himself. , Now it seems that the identity of the other party does not seem to be so scary.

Du Di'an didn't know that doctors were rarer in this world than he thought. Although they were still civilian occupations, they were the only high-level occupations among the many civilian occupations that could come into contact with nobles. Naturally, no one dared to ask for the child he liked, but a mere gardener's servant could at most restrain some ordinary civilians who were first-class "miners" and "tailors".

Du Di'an just looked at her head-on. The lines of his cheeks were very soft, and there were two shallow dimples when he smiled, which made him think of the gentle appearance of his mother when he prepared breakfast for him. After a while, he nodded lightly and said, "I will."

The face of the previous middle-aged man was a little ugly, but when he looked at the young woman, he held back and didn't say much, but secretly felt sorry for Du Di'an, after all, he was too young and his knowledge was short. Although the doctor was good, not everyone. Children of doctors can learn the skills of their parents. This is an extremely difficult career to get into. If you spend a lot of energy, you will not learn it in the end. If you want to change careers, it is too late, you can only become low-level coolies.

But the gardener is different. As long as you have a good memory, you can start quickly. As a gardener of Mel's family, not only can you get out of the dirty places like the slums immediately, but you can also inherit his gardener status in the future and stay in Mel for the rest of your life. Home life is a good thing that no one else can dream of.

What a pity, what a pity!

The middle-aged man shook his head.

When other children saw that the young woman who was a doctor had chosen Du Dian, they couldn't help but look ugly. Barton and other deformed children were better. Although they were a little jealous, they were more envious. For those healthy children, this is undoubtedly true. It was Du Di'an who stole their precious opportunity, and he couldn't help feeling resentment and jealousy in his heart.

The other adults felt a little pity, and such excellent orphans were rare.

Aunt Dai's eyes showed a smile. Du Di'an was one of the few children in the orphanage who was pleasing to her eye. "Du Di'an is very obedient and well-behaved here with us. I hope you will take good care of him in the future, and I wish your family happiness."

"I will." The young woman smiled and was extremely happy in her heart.

"Mina, take them to go through the household registration procedures." Aunt Dai said to a middle-aged woman next to her.

This middle-aged woman named 'Mina' waved to Du Dian and smiled at the young woman: "Come with me."

"Dian, come on!"

"Dean, don't forget us!"

"Remember to come back to see us when you have time!"

Barton and other deformed children are reluctant to part.

Du Dian has received a lot of care from them in the past three months, and smiled: "I will come back but don't be too discouraged, maybe when I come back, you will all be adopted."

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Although Barton and other deformed children knew about themselves, they still laughed.

"I'll choose you." When Du Di'an was about to leave, he suddenly heard the words of the middle-aged gardener, and he couldn't help looking at him, only to see him pointing at Lisa in the crowd, and saying with a smile: "Little girl, you are very kind. Sweet, how about being my daughter?"

Lisa stared at him blankly, with an expression of disbelief.

The other able-bodied children who were crowding around her couldn't help but look at her with admiration.

Du Di'an took a look, then withdrew his gaze, walked to Aunt Mina, followed her and the "mother" who was about to become his name and left the open space.

From now on, he and the other children in this orphanage will each live in their own families, and they may never meet again.

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The household registration procedure for the orphanage is very simple.

First, verify the identity of the adopter.

Second, verify the employment certificate of the adopter.

The purpose of the above two points is to confirm whether the adopter meets the adoption conditions stipulated by the law.

If there is no work or work is the cheapest coolie, you are not eligible to adopt a child.

The last third point is to sign a contract to confirm the adoption relationship between the two parties, and at the same time transfer the household registration that the orphanage had applied for Du Dian to the adopter's name.

Lastly, and most importantly, is the adoption payment!

Yes, this is the main source of income for the orphanages of this world. In the old orphanages, you only needed to meet the conditions for adoption, and no money was needed, but here is different. Calling adoption is actually equivalent to "selling off". In a sense, it is the same as the human traffickers in the old era. , the only difference is that here, it's legal.

Du Di'an has not seen the coins of this world before, only to see his titular "mother" take out a stack of thick green banknotes, about the same size as the banknotes of the old era, with a tall giant wall printed on it. Kind of like the Sylvia Wall.

Seeing that she handed the stack of coins that had clearly been counted to the smiling Aunt Mina, Du Di'an knew why they accepted him so easily when he first came to the orphanage. The hospital was so poor and the surrounding environment was so dilapidated, yet they selflessly distributed food and accommodation to this unrelated stranger. for such a large sum of money.

With a soft sigh in his heart, Du Di'an felt that maybe he should recognize the difference between the two worlds. To survive the fittest, either adapt to the world or let the world adapt to itself.

At this time, after paying the adoption fee, the young woman put away the contract signed by both parties, bent over and stroked Du Di'an's hair, and said gently, "Child, I will be your mother from now on, my name is Jula."

Du Di'an looked at her light brown eyes and knew that this woman would be the only one he could rely on before growing up in the future. He was silent for a while and said, "Can I call you Aunt Zhu first?"

Jula was slightly startled.

Mina, who was sorting out the contract next to her, said softly, "Don't be unruly. From now on, she is your mother. Treat her well in the future, but don't lose the name of our orphanage."

"It's okay." Jula smiled slightly, stroked Du Di'an's hair, and said gently: "If you want to call me Aunt Zhu first, just call me Aunt Zhu, I'll wait until you get used to it."

There was a hint of warmth in Du Di's heart, and he said softly, "Thank you."

He is really grateful because he knows that once he is 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 a parent kills his own child, it also...is legal.

Jula smiled slightly, "Let's go back and show you your new home."

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Jula's home is in a residential area.

The people living here are ordinary residents with jobs. The living environment is very different from that of the slums. The smell in the air alone is much fresher.

In the huge residential area, Jula's living conditions are also relatively upstream. She lives on the south side of the residential area. The land price here is twice as high as that in the north, because the north is close to the slums, and the south is close to the business Area.

Those who can live in the commercial area are either big figures with military positions or wealthy businessmen. The money they spend casually waved is an astronomical amount that some people in the residential area can't earn in their lifetime.

Each area is blocked by tall and huge walls. The city gates are only opened during the day and are strictly divided. There is a saying in the Sylvia giant wall: facing north, not south. The north is a slum area, and the south side of the slum area is a residential area. The meaning of this sentence is that people in residential areas can freely go to slum areas, and people in commercial areas can freely go to residential areas, but, People in slums want to go to residential areas, but it is absolutely impossible, and the same is true for residential areas.