For a half a kilo of grain, the daughter was sold cheaply to a child groom

Summary

It was a year of famine. I was transporting the royal relief grain back to my village.

But when I arrived, I saw my daughter―who was supposed to be at home sick―kneeling in the marketplace with a price tag on her.

"VIRGIN FOR SALE, ONLY A POUND OF CORNMEAL!"

And the three wards I had chosen for her were fawning over the steward's daughter. When they saw me, they rushed over, crying.

"Josie said she couldn't stand the hunger anymore! She insisted on selling herself for food, we couldn't stop