Ida hadn't eaten anything decent in days, she was eight years old, her father was stoned to death while building a tunnel, and her mother ran away with a drunkard with a meager pension.

She was the only one left, along with her two-year-old brother and fourteen-year-old sister.

The burden of the family fell on the shoulders of her sister, and in order to support her younger brother and sister, Ada's sister entrusted her relationship to a spinning factory.

Not long ago, Ada's sister was injured while working, and her little hand was pierced by the shuttle weaving cloth.

Misfortune befell the emaciated girl, whose wounds were infected, her fever persisted, and she was now confined to a hospital bed to be cared for by her eight-year-old sister.

Aida looked for food everywhere and begged, but there was still no way to feed his brother and sister.

In order to make her brother and sister eat more, she had not eaten a grain of rice for two days, and only drank a few bowls of hot water with withered grass.

Later, I must go to the factory again to beg the foreman uncle, and beg him to let me work in the factory.

Hunger left her with no strength, and she was almost out of strength to stand up.

"Broken shoes, broken hats, and broken clothes are sold for sale~"

In a daze, Ada didn't believe her ears, and there were still people who wanted to buy old things, and they still came to a place like theirs to collect them.

Ada's family doesn't have old shoes, they have three sisters and brothers, only one pair of shoes, usually when the sister goes to work, she takes her brother at home, or goes out to beg when the younger brother is asleep, she doesn't wear shoes.

My sister said that when she turned twelve and could go to work in the factory, she would buy her a pair of shoes.

There are no old clothes, and they are the ones who don't cover their bodies.

If she sees a strip of rag thrown by someone outside, she will pick it up like a baby, and her sister works in a factory, and sometimes she will bring back some threads.

When you get a lot of money, you can sew them together to make clothes.

That's how my brother's clothes came about.

I can't sell clothes, my sister said that girls should love themselves, and no matter how poor they are, they must wear neatly.

But hats can!

She struggled to get up and get the broken felt hat on the wall, the only thing her father had left.

When Dad was still alive, he liked to wear this broken felt hat on rainy days, and when he held her, she would also huddle under this broken felt hat, feeling that all the cold and helplessness were gone.

Does Dad blame himself?

However, if he did not exchange some money, his sister might really die of illness, and his brother would starve to death, and he was too hungry to speak, so he just nested quietly in the warmest corner of the bed, and occasionally let out a slight whimper.

Like a kitten dying soon.

Su Mo frowned, looking at his shoes stained with an annoying black stain from the dirty water of the street, he turned back impatiently, and saw a small figure, with a large broken felt hat, walking slowly towards him.

He turned his head when he heard the shouting, and he stepped on the sewage.

"Do you want a hat, can you do this one?" The faint child's voice was weak, and then Su Mo saw the other party take off the hat, hold it up and hand it to him, and behind the hat was an extremely pale and godless little face.

"This hat...... It's really broken, you can't have stolen it and sold it, right? Su Mo took the hat in his hand, and unexpectedly found that although the hat was broken, it was not very dirty, and its owner must have cherished it very much.

"No, it's my dad's hat, he's dead." The little girl smiled hard.

"What about your mother?" The movements of Su Mo's hand became gentle, and he felt that he should not treat this hat roughly.

"Gone, don't want us anymore." The little girl's efforts were a little difficult, and she finally couldn't keep smiling.

"Who else is in your family?" Su Mo sighed, squatted down in front of the child, and reached out to wipe the tears that had been shed by the other party.

"My sister, me, and my brother, sir, would you like to buy this hat, as long as fifteen copper coins." The little girl took a step back and dodged Su Mo's hand, but she almost fell.

"Fifteen copper coins, what are you going to do with it?" Su Mo asked curiously.

"I want to get a pastor for my sister and buy a pie." The little girl tried to shrink her arms, so that the sleeves of her shirt were shortened, and she could cover as much cold skin as possible.

"Fifteen copper coins are not enough, ask the priest for more money." Su Mo ruthlessly broke the little girl's fantasy.

"I still have ten copper coins, I asked the priest, only twenty copper coins will do, and he will perform a purification technique for my sister, and a healing technique, so that my sister will be fine."

"Can you take me there?" Su Mo felt that his throat and eyes were a little blocked.

He had walked all the poorest lanes of Tallinn in the morning, but he had never been so touched by the scene as he had ever been.

"My sister said you can't bring strangers home." The little girl shook her head, but she couldn't hold it anymore, and the violent shaking of her head caused her great dizziness, and she fell to the side.

Su Mo held her and took out a bottle of healing potion from his backpack.

Bounce off the cork and slowly pour it into the little girl's mouth, this potion used by the player has no special effect on NPCs, but it is perfectly fine when drunk with water.

The little girl didn't faint completely, she bit her lip with difficulty to keep herself awake.

"I bought this hat, it's important to me, I'll pay a higher price, kid, now tell me where your home is, I'll send you back, don't worry, I'm not a bad person."

The little girl didn't trust Su Mo very much, she insisted on going by herself, but she didn't object to Su Mo following her to her house.

A small dilapidated house, very small, low and damp, but the cracked places outside are covered with mud, and the cold wind will not blow in, so that there is at least a little higher temperature inside than outside.

After Su Mo entered, he smelled a smell of decay.

Having been through the battlefield, he knew very well that it was the smell of infection, and the only bed covered with hay and rags lay a quiet young girl, who would probably not survive the dark if she had not been treated.

A little boy shrank at the girl's feet, staring blankly at the girl, even when Su Mo came in, he didn't look up.

The house is surrounded by walls, and there is really nothing.

The hat in his hand is one of the few assets of the family.

"Sir, can you buy my hat now?" The little girl looked at Su Mo expectantly, she hoped that Su Mo would not suddenly change her mind after visiting her dilapidated home.

"Yes, I decided to buy this hat, here are ninety-nine silver coins, I think this hat is worth so much money, it's a hat with magical powers." Su Mo fiddled with his hat and put it on his head.