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The granfino’s face turned pale. "You... you must be a politician," he stammered, looking at the reddish dirt staining the bills. "That money looks like it was buried in the ground".

"You must be joking," the granfino told the owner. "You think that 'poor wretch' has a thousand cruzeiros? If a man like that is anyone in this world, then I’ll be the Governor of the state!". He assumed that because the man looked like a drifter, he was penniless. tiao_carreiro_pardinho_terra_roxa_modao_sertane...

Feeling small and embarrassed, the granfino asked where he could find such a "hidden treasure." The farmer simply pointed toward the fields of Paraná. "It's no secret," he said. "If you're strong enough to swing a hoe, that earth is worth its weight in gold". Terra Roxa - Tião Carreiro e Pardinho - LETRAS.MUS.BR The granfino’s face turned pale

The granfino looked around with a sneer. He passed several tables until he came to a man sitting alone, quietly eating his lunch. This man was Black, wearing worn, rumpled clothes that looked as though they had seen years of hard labor. The granfino didn't even stop; he simply laughed with contempt. "That money looks like it was buried in the ground"

"I’m sorry, sir," the owner replied calmly, "I don't have change for such a large bill. But I have an important customer over there who might help".

But the man in the rumpled clothes had heard every word. With a polite and steady voice, he called the young man over. He reached into his belt pouch and pulled out a thick bundle of "orange-colored" bills—notes worth far more than what the granfino was carrying.