At this point, the door to the shop was nudged open slightly, and an elderly man covered in age spots, carrying a large cloth bag, timidly walked in.
"Shopkeeper, shopkeeper do you want to buy wheat?"
The shopkeeper merely glanced at the old man before driving him away annoyedly, "Go away! We don't buy wheat here, you can sell it somewhere else."
The elderly man did not leave, but approached another step forward, "Shopkeeper, this is our own wheat from our fields. We originally kept it for seeding, please show mercy and buy it! My grandson is waiting for me to sell this for his life-saving money..."
"Be off with you! This is not a charity! If you want to beg, there's Lord Di's porridge shed in the south city, you can beg there. If you insist on staying here again, and disturb my honorable customers, I will not spare you!" The shopkeeper spoke irately.
