Walking into the food market, there are people everywhere. There is a lot of hawking and bargaining. Not far away, it was crowded with people, and we curiously walked over and took a look. It turned out that an old farmer was selling apples. His apple is red and big, and he can smell a little sweetness. A Tibetan bought a kilo and didn't know how much it would cost. Just took out a piece of 10 yuan, the farmer's uncle smiled and said, "1 yuan 80 cents a catty, you just have to pay 2 yuan." After paying the money, the man turned and was about to leave when the farmer's uncle stopped him and handed him 20 cents. The man couldn't help giving him a thumbs-up sign. The farmer's uncle smiled happily.

My eyes fell on him. His clothes are old, a little dirty and his face is covered with wrinkles. About fifty years old. It can be seen that he is a poor man But what he did reflected the honest quality of China people-childlike innocence. Treat everyone (including Tibetans) equally. I quietly looked at the farmer's back and couldn't help admiring the farmer's uncle.