Liu Zhanggui's eyes followed the cart piled high with sacks of grain, watching Yang Ge stride away. He sighed inwardly, muttering to himself: 'The wages I paid this kid a few days ago must all be spent here...',Yang Ge took the handkerchief from the old man's hand, wiping his sweat while taking off the sack from the tricycle. He smiled relaxedly and said: "What are you saying I'm just one person, how much can I eat or wear",This necklace was a birthday gift from his mother when he turned thirty-three. She said that because he had a weak constitution, wearing some gold and silver could help stabilize him.。