A good person
There is a man named Than Aung in the neighborhood who lives for the lives of others. He sells chickens at the market every day.
At night, people were asleep. At that time, Than Aung got out of bed at about two o'clock in the morning and began to work as a chicken. This is how he got out of bed.
I have to sell about 60 or 60 good chickens a day. Needless to say, they are good to sell
Once the chickens are alive, dip the carcass in the prepared boiling water, dip the feathers in half, and continue to work. Fifty chickens are ready to be delivered to the market just before dawn.
When all is said and done, the chickens are packed in a basket and sent to the market
He has been doing this for one day, not two days, every day for about fifty or fifty years.
His chickens are good for sale every day. There is no day when he is not for sale.
He had a good business and his house business was good, so he was recognized as a rich man because he could eat, drink, wear and buy.
He can live in his own house, he can drive his own car.
I think it is beneficial to do unwholesome work
