After a Pay Cut, I Pull a Rickshaw at the Yangcheng Weaving Bureau
Jiang Yingliang spent eight years auditing accounts, and his salary fell from three taels and eight mace to one tael and seven mace. His father's asthma medicine costs one tael and two mace a month. His mother's memory grows worse by the day. His daughter Lele has just started school, and his wife's eyesight has been ruined by staying up late to embroider.
No matter how he works the sums, they're still eight mace short.
After work, he secretly goes to the docks to pull a rickshaw. Each ride earns three to five copper coins. Thirty coins will cover his father's medicine for a day.
No one knows that this stooped man pulling a rickshaw is
Very real, clear structure