"Grandpa, I don't want shoes anymore. I can cut them up and wear them as slippers."
But grandpa couldn't get up from his tears, and she started crying anxiously too.
"Grandpa, I don't want to buy shoes anymore. Let's go home. I don't like new shoes."
More and more people gathered around, with all kinds of strange looks coming from them and sporadic discussions heard.
"It's fake money, I definitely can't buy it."
"How can you buy something with a fake one?"
"Hey, old man, get up quickly. People can't do business sitting on the ground. This is fake money, and it really can't be bought."
The crowds of people watching the fun and accusing her were getting louder and louder. The little girl stood up and cried, standing in front of her grandfather.
"My grandfather made money from selling ducks, he didn't cheat anyone."
"Because my shoes have been worn for several years and have been glued many times, they can no longer be glued together, so grandpa sold them as ducks."
A passerby interrupted: "Don't cry, there's still time to go back and catch another duck to sell."
The little girl cried even louder.
"This is the last duck. All the ducks were stolen by thieves."
"There were only my grandfather and I at home. My grandfather went to chase the thief and fell down."
The noisy crowd, the indifferent eyes, the helpless bystanders...
Qu Suihuan, who was standing not far away, felt as if he was pierced by a sharp needle.
From the top of my head to my coccyx, the pain was so severe that it was difficult to breathe.
A hemp rope always breaks at the thinnest part, and misfortune always strikes upon the unfortunate.
For the first time, she realized that her approach to poverty alleviation was slow.
The original intention was to use variety shows to slowly attract people with warmth, then gradually help develop Dayan Village, and finally spread to the surrounding areas.
But, she has time, what about others?
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