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Create an image of a miserly moneylender with a rural and greedy personality. His face should clearly reflect his greed and hunger for wealth, with wrinkles and expressions that indicate his stinginess. He should be wearing simple, rustic clothes with patches and signs of repair, highlighting his miserly nature. Show him adorned with some old jewelry, such as a bracelet on his hand or a thick gold chain around his neck, symbolizing his wealth and greed. Depict him with a sturdy and robust body, indicating his hard work and health, but his face and demeanor should tell the story of his greed and miserliness. His face should have thick mustaches and a short beard, emphasizing his rural identity. His eyes should be narrow and gleaming, reflecting his hunger for wealth, with a slight cunning smile on his lips, indicating his greed and slyness. Position him in a side pose, standing with one hand on his waist and the other holding a money bag. His posture should exude confidence and selfishness. In the background, show a simple rural house and piles of sacks, symbolizing his trade and hoarding of wealth. Include some rustic elements like fields or a part of a village to complete the scene
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