What kind of job? Go home and farm!

A loud "bang" startled both Xia Ning and Shen Xinyi.

Everyone around looked towards the source of the sound, only to see an old man driving a tricycle knocking over a small stall, with mangoes, pineapples and other fruits scattered all over the ground.

The most heartbreaking thing is that those sour things fall to the ground and cannot be sold.

"How did you drive? Pay me the money!"

The stall owner was a middle-aged man. He was very angry when he saw his stall was knocked over, fruits rolled all over the floor, and many glass bottles were broken.

Because he was angry, the veins on his neck were very obvious, and his originally smiling face became very dark.

The old man was at a loss when he realized that he had knocked over other people's things. He stood beside his tricycle with his head down and said nothing.

People around were pointing and talking.

"This old man is so old, but he still hangs out. Now he's in trouble, right? It's Chinese New Year, and he's going to bleed a lot."

Some people couldn't help but gloat over other people's misfortune and looked like they were enjoying a good show.

"Hey, you don't know this, right? This old man is from our area. I heard that he used to be engaged in breeding and made a lot of money. It's a pity that he has a prodigal son.

His son was lazy and indulged in drinking, gambling and prostitution. In the end, he owed a lot of money, so the old man had to sell the farm.

"Then why doesn't he continue to find a job in someone else's farm?"

"He did that at first, but then his wife fell ill and couldn't leave her bed, and his bastard son refused to take care of her. He had no choice but to pick up bottles every day and live on the government's minimum living allowance."

When the people around heard these words, they subconsciously looked towards the broken tricycle. There was indeed a lot of junk on the tricycle, including cardboard boxes, bottles and other things, which were filled to the brim.

My eyes followed the tricycle to the old man. He was wearing a worn black down jacket, the fur inside was exposed in many places, but it was unusually clean.

The old man was being stared at by a group of people and he shrank back unconsciously. His hunched back made him look honest and humble.

The stall owner continued to curse the old man, using all sorts of dirty words, even the kind that referred to his parents.

The old man knew it was his fault and didn't dare to say anything.

"Don't think you'll be alright if you don't say anything. I'm telling you, this matter isn't over yet. If you don't give me a thousand dollars, don't even think about leaving today."

The stall owner seemed tired of scolding, and seemed dissatisfied with the old man's silence, so he grabbed the old man's hand and spoke viciously.

Xia Ning even saw his saliva flying onto the old man's face, and she immediately took a few steps back in disgust.

There was no way, because Xia Ning hated other people's spit flying on her.

When she was in elementary school, she sat in the first row. The head teacher always stood in front of her and talked, and his saliva flew onto her hands. Xia Ning felt very disgusted just thinking about it.

The old man felt helpless in the face of the stall owner's actions. He stammered, "I...I...I don't have any money."

"No money? If you don't have money, ask your family to give you some! Anyway, if your family doesn't give you a thousand dollars today, you can't leave!"

When the stall owner heard the old man say he had no money, he grabbed him by the collar with a ferocious expression on his face, which scared the old man so much that he shrank back.

Some people around couldn't stand it anymore, "Boss, how can this be worth a thousand yuan? You're selling it for at most five or six hundred yuan. It's not easy for the old man to live, aren't you extorting him?"

Many people also agreed, saying that the stall owner's things were not worth a thousand yuan.

The stall owner didn't care what people said. He just confronted them: "What does his difficulty have to do with me? Is it my fault that he is not in a good situation? Why should I understand him?"

These people only know how to use moral blackmail. It turns out that the loss is not their own thing so they are not in a hurry at all.

It's easy to talk without any pain. It's not easy for him to do these things. It took him a long time just to peel the mango, not to mention the other things. Isn't the energy he puts in money?

Everyone listened to the stall owner's words and shook their heads: "Boss, you are too heartless, aren't you? The old man's family is in such a difficult situation, and you still want others to pay compensation!"

A middle-aged woman in red couldn't help but speak.

"Yes, yes, the old man has a sick person at home, how pitiful!"

"It's not easy for him. He has a sick family. I also have elderly and young children at home. The whole family depends on my little money to support them. Why don't you understand me?"

The stall owner was not a petty person, but after things turned out like this, it was impossible for him not to care.

"But the old man is even more pitiful. His son is not filial and he still owes a huge debt to him. You should just bear with him for a while!"

Someone who knew the situation tried to persuade the stall owner earnestly, but the stall owner became angry too.

What do you mean he should take care of it? What about his whole family? His son and daughter need tuition fees, and the family needs money for food, drink, and toileting? Who will take care of him?

"Since you are so kind-hearted, why don't you help him pay the money? That way he doesn't have to pay, and I can get compensation."

The stall owner simply stated it directly. He didn't want to make things so awkward, but these people were simply going too far.

"How can you be like this? We are talking about you and the old man, but you want to drag us into this."

When they heard that they had to pay, the woman in red was the first one who couldn't help but jump up and down, looking at the stall owner angrily.

"That's right, just let the old man go. You still have a lot of fruits here that you can take. You won't lose much."

Some people "kindly" gave suggestions, but the stall owner didn't listen to them at all.

"So I should be the one to suffer the loss? Once your interests are involved, you get so angry. Why don't you think about it? If you were me, would you not want compensation? It's really easy to talk without any pain!"

A few people were embarrassed by what the stall owner said, and they retreated one after another, their figures being submerged in the crowd.

When the stall owner saw them leave in disgrace, he looked at the old man and said, "Uncle, what exactly is the meaning of this matter? What are you going to do? Give me a clear answer, are you going to give me the money or not?"

The old man's cloudy eyes darkened. Never mind. It was his fault in the first place. It was only natural for him to compensate others.

Besides, my son already owes hundreds of thousands of dollars, so this extra thousand yuan doesn’t matter. I don’t know when he can pay it back.

"I don't have any money right now. Can I pay you back slowly after I sell the scraps and make some money?"

The old man mustered up the courage to test, saying that he really had no way to pay it back now!