After a pause, he sighed again and said in a serious tone: "You are not the kind of reckless youth who thinks highly of himself. We don't lack for food even if you don't have an official household registration. Even if the government investigates undocumented residents and finds you, as long as you spend some money, it will be over...",He gently pushed open the rickety wooden gate, made of pieces held together with twigs. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a thin, wiry old man with sparse whiskers and wearing patched-up shorts, sitting cross-legged in the courtyard. He skillfully mended a tattered fishing net with a shuttle.,The golden Buddha necklace, unable to hold him back.。