Can't read and don't know money

I remembered two men from my village who didn't know money. I don't believe that they could either read or write. As a result they were always getting into quarrels with people who they had worked for. They were always accusing them of underpaying then. Sadly it led to one of them being killed in a stone throwing incident after he accused a man of robbing him.

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