"What's going on, what's going on?"
Someone who arrived later saw everyone gathering in one place and couldn't help but join in, asking curiously.
"It seems like an ox cart hit someone," someone in the crowd replied.
"That's really bad luck, how did they get hit by a cart?" Seeing the man sitting on the ground, crying out in pain, many people immediately assumed it was the driver's fault, perhaps out of envy for those who owned carts.
"Yeah, just because they have a cart, they don't look ahead to see if there's anyone?" The speaker looked at the robust ox with eyes full of jealousy.
"It seems like the collision was serious?"
"Sigh! What a pitiful thing, it's like disaster falls from the sky."
"Isn't that the truth?"
"..."
People were chattering non-stop, and even those who arrived later understood what had happened.
Someone with good intentions stepped forward to help the man who had been hit sit up.
"Are you... okay?" an uncle asked with concern.
