I helped the whole village sell 2 million kilograms of apples, but I was called "dirty-hearted"! The top students in the village took the lead in making trouble, saying that I bought 50% and sold 70%, and deducted the hard-earned money from the villagers. They forgot that no one wanted the rotten apples a year ago. It was me who begged my grandpa and grandma to find a market for them! Since good intentions are like donkey liver and lungs, I will simply put them away this year and not collect them. Seeing you crying over a mountain of apples, I turned around and helped the neighboring village sell goods and make a fortune.
