I bought 100 catties of radishes from a centenarian and spent a total of 50 yuan. After returning home, while sorting out the turnips, his wife accidentally found a worn-out cloth bag. After opening it and looking at it, I immediately felt a lot of emotion in my heart.
Towards the end of the year, families are busy preparing for the items they need for the Spring Festival. My wife and I happily bought all kinds of Chinese New Year goods at the supermarket. My wife proposed to eat homemade pickles during the Chinese New Year, and I immediately took out all the pickles at home and cleaned them. The material reserves are all ready, just waiting for the next move. Early the next morning, my wife and I rode our tricycles to the market. As soon as I entered the market, I saw an old man in simple clothes, who was selling turnips. With compassion, I came to the old man and asked**. The old man lifted the hat on his head and gave a detailed answer: only five corners per catty, which is a home-grown green product. Since it was freezing and the old man had a kind face, I thought to myself that he must want to complete the sale as soon as possible so that he could return home to his family. In order to help the elderly end their busyness as soon as possible, I expressed my willingness to buy them all. The old man was very happy, after weighing a total of 93 pounds, I handed him 50 yuan and said that there was no need to change, and the remaining money was reserved for the old man's meal. Within a few minutes, all the turnips had been sold out, and the old man had a big smile on his face, looking forward to calling it a day and going home for a good rest.
The radishes were loaded into the car and we drove home, but during the process, my wife found the worn-out cloth bag in the pile of radishes. This cloth bag seems to have traces of age, and curiosity makes me open it. There were bits and pieces of cash in the bag, including the $50 I had paid to the old man. In addition to this, there is also a document that has been flipped through countless times. After opening, it was clearly printed: Zhang Mingqing, military ID. It turned out that this old man was a soldier who sacrificed his life for the country. This military ID instantly made my wife and I awe-inspired. Considering that the old man may often sell vegetables here, we decided to come back here the next day to look for him and return all the documents and excess cash. However, the next morning, my wife and I came as planned, but we did not see the old man, and after many inquiries, I learned that Zhang Ming and Qing Dynasty were not far from here, and he was accompanied by his sick son at home. Perhaps it was because he had to take care of his son that the old man failed to appear in the market on time. After learning about the situation from nearby villagers, we came to the residence of the old man Zhang Mingqing. Luckily, the old man was at home. I handed him the bag and my papers, and I was greeted by tears streaming down his eyes.
That's all for today.