These ordinary people often worked hard for an entire day and did not necessarily earn much money. Sometimes, in order to successfully sell these sea goods, they had to beg. Even so, their lives still did not improve much.
Listening to Mo Yang's narration, they watched the old man in front of them stand up shakily and walk towards the corner of the street. Mo Chu's heart trembled as she followed behind him. Naturally, Mo Yang followed closely behind him.
After turning two corners, he saw a small river in front of her. The old man was sitting by the river with his head lowered. He was holding the goods in the basket tightly in his hands.
"Grandpa, what are these?" Mo Chu walked forward. When he got closer, she realized that the old man was really suffering. His pair of large rough hands were already covered with calluses. The wrinkles seemed to have been carved into the corners of his eyes, and they could not be erased no matter how hard he tried.
