Yang Bo suddenly heard a voice from the roadside. He turned his head to look and saw an old man, ragged and leaning against the steps, his forehead covered in sweat!,Yang Bo glanced at it. The beads were irregularly shaped, but they did have a somewhat round and smooth quality to them at the bottom. However, he knew very well that such glass beads were not valuable. They were more expensive than fried rice though, so he shook his head hastily, "I can't take them!",Yang Bo couldn't figure out the reason, and he didn't want to think about it anymore. He picked up his chopsticks and started eating fried rice!。