At the entrance of Yang Family village, a middle-aged man entered the village looking dejected, carrying a burlap sack on his back.
As he passed the large square, a group of gossiping women called out to him, "Hey, isn't this Huizi from Lan Hua's family? Are you back from the town? Went to sell those hard fruits, right? How did it go?"
Huizi didn't dare say he hadn't sold anything, so he just smiled foolishly and responded perfunctorily, "It went alright."
Seeing the full sack unchanged on Huizi's back, everyone could tell nothing had been sold at all.
"Huizi, it's not like auntie wants to criticize you, but what are you bothering to carry back and forth for? Look at those few households, they sent their hard fruits to the Yang Family and even got paid for it. If your family does the same, you wouldn't get paid any less."
Huizi just smiled silently; everyone had been talking about this issue lately, and of course his family knew about it.
