This is the bus route to their Xieyang Village, but they still have to wait for others.
The car will only start moving once there are enough people.
Wang Qian was patient enough to find a place to sit down and prepare to take a nap.
He was exhausted these past two days, and now that he had finally managed to relax, he was already feeling drowsy after sitting down for only a short while.
"Um... Master, I only have one dollar and fifty cents. Can I pay on credit?"
Suddenly, an old voice reached my ears.
Wang Qian subconsciously felt that it was somewhat familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.
He looked up at the car door and saw a familiar face.
Of course, it's only one side of him who is familiar with him; the other party may not know him.
He was an old man around seventy years old, dressed in tattered clothes, with a face full of wrinkles and white hair.
At that moment, the old man was bowing to the bus driver, his weathered face filled with pleading.
"no!"
Faced with the old man's plea, the driver impatiently scolded, "You want to pay on credit just to take a ride? If you don't have money, can't you walk?"
"But the journey is too long. It's more than 30 kilometers from here to Xieyang Village. I'm too old to walk that far now."
As he said this, the old man took out a plastic bag from his pocket, and with trembling hands carefully opened it, revealing a wad of money inside.
Very few, and the denominations were almost always one or two cents.
The money appeared to have been preserved for a long time, with many wrinkles on it.
But the old man treated it like a treasure, counting the money very carefully, as if afraid it would be blown away by the wind.
After counting, it turned out there was only one dollar and fifty cents.
However, taking a bus to Xieyang Village costs 2.5 yuan per person.
"Master, look, I only have one dollar and fifty cents, could you...?"
"no!"
Before the old man could finish speaking, the driver berated him, "Do you think we're a charity? You want a ride even though you don't have money?"
"But……"
The old man was about to say something when he was instantly interrupted by the driver's angry roar, "Get out of here, you old geezer! You're dressed so filthy and smell so bad. Don't get in my way."
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