On the street corner, outside a two-story general store, a young man leaning on his broom hums a tune nobody seems to understand. He lazily watches the people flowing back and forth on the street.,For a moment, Jack's father was touched by his own kindness. Wiping away a tear, he reached under the cupboard and pulled out half a bottle of whiskey. He took a big swig.,Ezana looked back at Old Jack with a hint of surprise: "With your dreadful reputation, you're still able to recruit new people Wait, did you trick some naive young lads from the countryside again"。