They are respectable
The other evening, at the entrance to Nonggongshang Supermarket, a man surprised
me. Sitting there naturally, he was busy selling green beans. I know him, a man
in his fifties, with two sons married. He worked with the supermarket from 8:00
p.m. to 8:00 a.m.as a watcher. I respected him for what he was doing, for his behaviour and the attitude shown from his act, although strictly speaking it was
not proper enough to sell something at the very entrance to a supermarket.
On my way back home, I found a man about the same age as the one at the supermarket. He was riding a three-wheeled carriage (or bicycle?), apparently one to store waste materials such as books, papers or anything that can be recycled. I thought he had sold what he had collected that day and on his way back to where he
was staying, most probably a shabby room rented from a native, who has many such
rooms to make money from but keeps on looking down upon the ones who rent his rooms newly-built only for that particular purpose --- to meet the needs of those
outsiders, that is, nonnatives. To make a long story short, what moved me was the sight of a little sleeping boy in the carriage. Such people are from poor regions, they take heavy and dirty jobs, their children cant't enjoy the same happiness as their peers in this rich piece of land but they don't lose their dignity
. They are working hard to earn their life!
Native or nonnative, the way he makes a living matters. The joy of life lies in
the process one makes his living.
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