Chapter 816: Buying Cherries


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    “A good person will have a safe life,” the old man said emotionally. “I’ll wrap these up for you. My wife sells them for 20 dors for a catty in the morning market. If you buy so much, I’ll sell them to you for 13 dors for a catty.”


    “There’s no need, Uncle. I’ll pay you 20 dors for a catty.” Sharon looked at the old man in front of her who almost had no teeth and felt inexplicably sad. If she bought these cherries back, the old man wouldn’t return home empty-handed today.


    “No, no, I’ll sell it to you for 13 dors for a catty. These are three catties. You can just pay me 39 dors,” the old man said firmly.


    “Did you grow these cherries yourself?” Sharon looked at the agate-like cherries in the bag and chatted with the old man.


    “That’s right. They were all nted by our family.” The old man smiled.


    There was a WeChat payment code in the old man’s vegetable basket. His son or daughter must have helped him print it out.


    Just now, when Wace saw Sharon stop to buy cherries, he also stopped. Just


    as sharon was about to scan the code, Wace took out his phone and scanned the code first.


    “39,000 dors received on WeChat.” When the WeChat notification sounded, the old man was shocked.


    “When I was paying just now, I identally added a few more zeros,” Wace exined.


    “I’ll return the money to you,” the old man said quickly. He couldn’t ept more money from others.


    “No need, Uncle. We’re in a hurry to leave.” Wace was about to leave with the cherries.


    “No, no, give me your contact details. I’ll get my son to return the money to youter,” the old man said fearfully. He was a simple old man who had worked hard for so many years and was determined not to take advantage of others.


    “Uncle, we’ll leave first.” Sharon quickly grabbed Wace’s hand and left.


    After the two of them walked far away, Sharon heaved a sigh of relief. She smiled and said, “Did you deliberately pay the wrong amount just now?” “No, my hand was trembling just now,” Wace teased her.


    “Aiya, Hubby, do you have Parkinson? You added three more zeros just because your hand shook. Let’s not record the show anymore. I’ll bring you to the hospital to take a look,” Sharon said with a smile as she held Wace’s hand. She knew that he was deliberately helping that old man.


    “That’s not necessary. If you hold my hand like this, I’ll be cured,” Wace said with a smile.


    Sharon smiled and squeezed Wace’s hand.


    The two of them slowly walked around the antique street. Sharon was about to ask Wace to take a photo of her when she turned around and saw the old man chasing after her, panting.


    Sharon knew that the old man felt bad and coaxed him. “Uncle, my husband won five million dors in the lottery. You don’t have to take it to heart.” “I can’t take your money,” the old man said anxiously.


    “Old man, my grandfather has already passed away. I’ve always wanted to be filial to him, but I won’t have the chance anymore. I see that you hit it off well. Seeing you is like seeing my grandfather. Keep the money. You don’t have to feel burdened. You’re helping me fulfill my wish to be filial.” Wace’s words were tofort the old man and reassure him. His words were also sincere.


    He would never forget his grandfather’s love and teachings for him back then. Also, if it weren’t for his grandfather, he might never have had the chance to be with Sharon. He loved and was grateful to his grandfather, and his grandfather had high hopes for him. Perhaps before he could make any achievements for his grandfather to see, before he could be filial to his grandfather, his grandfather was already gone.


    This kind-looking old man reminded him of his grandfather.


    “Thank you, good people will have a safe life. I believe in Buddhism and believe that good will be rewarded,” the old man said gratefully. “I’ll give this money to the children I sponsor and pass on your kindness.”


    “Uncle, you’re still sponsoring other children?” Sharon was a little shocked. She didn’t expect the old man who lived at the bottom of society in her eyes to be sponsoring others.


    “That’s right. I’ve sponsored many children over the years. They can’t afford to go to school. It’s quite pitiful. All these years, I’ve relied on picking up scraps to support these children’s studies. Now that the vegetables in the garden areing down in this season, my wife and I sell some vegetables. My wife even made some pickled vegetables to sell, ” the old man said with a smile..