When the pedestrians on the road became sparse, he pushed his tricycle and started to run wildly, grinding the cast iron parts connecting the wheel and axle so fiercely that sparks flew!,The old man propped himself up from the ground slowly and picked up a gray, sweat-stained towel from the stool beside him. He met them with a mixture of reproach and concern: "Didn't I tell you not to come again This old man is almost buried up to his neck in earth. How much can he eat, how much can he wear If you have that money, save it and find a wife for me and settle down...",Yang Ge was tending to the firewood while chattering away, giving the old man instructions.。