He didn't dare to do it. "Let it be killed then, but I cannot do it." (p. 72). Even though girls were almost worthless and usually sold as slaves, Wan Lung loved his two daughters, specially his little fool. " she essayed a weak smile with her toothless gums showing, he broke into tears and took into his lean hard hand her small claw and held the tiny gasp of her fingers over his forefinger. Thereafter he would sometimes lift her, all naked as she lay, and thrust her inside the scant warmth of his coat against his flesh- (p. 77-78). .
Wang Lung's identity and motives are shaped above all by his relationship to the land. The property he farms has been in his family for generations. He worked hard night and day to prosper and make of the land the best. He was a hard-working man. "He put his hoe upon his shoulder and he walked to his plots of land and he cultivated the rows of grain, and he yoked the ox to the plow and he ploughed the western field for garlic and onions." (p. 17). All his life was for the land. Wang Lung was born in his land, lives in his land, worked in his land, and lived for his land. "He took his life from the earth; drop by drop by his sweat he wrung food from it and from the food, silver," (p.35).
For many men, the acquisition of wealth does not end their troubles; it only brings more to their lives. Wang Lung was going through this. For his land, he was tempted to sell his daughter! "It would be better perhaps that that she be sold into a rich house- (p. 120). This shows his transformation from a loving man to a careless. He rather sells his daughter for the benefit of himself. "Well, and if I did, she is not worth her weight in gold and rubies. If she bring enough to take us back to the land- (p. 120). His desperation to go back to his land even took him to steal money. When he was in the south, someone opened the gate and he went to see what was going on.