A full year passed...
And winter returned again.
"Shiros, my brother, you've finally come. I haven't seen you since dawn."
"Hehe, I have a bag of fresh green apples here."
He sat around the campfire in the middle of the alley and took out a fresh apple and winked.
"It's clear I came today with the finest apples, but I also got one hundred and twenty dirhams."
Everyone laughed warmly and happily; the atmosphere was truly joyful.
Then the oldest man in the group said: "So tell us how you won these resources this time."
"I can't wait for that... Hmm, where do I start?"
"In the morning, I was doing small work but didn't find anything useful, so I decided to boldly go to a fruit seller who sets up his table in a nearly empty place, far from the market. My hopes weren't high for this poor seller named Faisal, who has ten children to feed; his conditions are poor and miserable. But I took hope as a companion, hoping to find something to satisfy my craving for fruit. When I went, I found two completely contrasting items: rotten watermelon and fresh apples."
"I asked him: How much for the watermelon? He said: 'Boy, I know you're a poor homeless person, but please, if you don't have money, go and let me earn my livelihood.'"
"Then I pulled a knife from under my clothes and said to him: Give me a fresh apple and I'll go, or I'll stab you."
"But the man was a scoundrel; he drew a long sword and said: 'Little teenager, I don't want to hurt you, so please go.'"
"I realized he was a kind, miserable man tired of life who didn't deserve me ruining his day or robbing him, so I kicked the table leg, and it collapsed. His goods fell to the ground; most of the watermelons burst, and more than half the apples were damaged. Quickly, I took out a bag and filled it with the remaining best apples and fled."
"The annoying man couldn't bear my actions, so he chased me for ten minutes in that relatively empty street until a large carriage of one of the high-ranking army leaders appeared, pulled by four horses. I managed to cross it, but the fruit seller didn't notice it and collided with the carriage. The horses trampled him to the point that his skull burst completely, just like what happened to his rotten watermelon."
The others were astonished by this story.
"Shiros, what's funny about this?"
"What do you mean? He was just a fruit seller trampled by a general's horses. It wasn't my fault."
"I mean, this could lead you to prison or even execution... Don't mess with the residents' lives again."
"Fine, sir, understood."
"But how did you get one hundred and twenty dirhams?"