[Bonus chapter]

"You are again late, how many times have I told you that I need you to come here early in the morning so that we could complete all the work of the day?" The man did not even turn to look at the person who entered when the door creaked open as he started to complain. 

His hands were still checking the grains as he had a needle and thread in his hands which he used in packing all those bags once he was satisfied with the quality of grains.

Wiping his sweat, he waved his hands, "come here now! Why are you still standing there? Come and count the bags and check their weight. We have to go to market early in the morning.'' His voice was filled with annoyance as the needle pierced his skin when he was trying to sew the sack so that the grains would not fall from the bag.

"Ouch." he winced as he let go of the needle for a second and then placed his finger in the mouth to stop the finger from bleeding further.