"Collect waste products, collect wine bottles, collect old books, waste paper, old newspapers; Collect scrap, collect rotten TVs, rotten radios, rotten picture tubes. ”

"Collect waste, collect antimony pots, kettles, and gas canisters; Collect waste products, collect chicken feathers, duck feathers, goose feathers; Collect waste, collect pigskin, dog skin, rabbit skin! ”

The long and leisurely shouting, with a hint of hoarseness, echoed over and over again in the alleys of Barrow Town, like a duck quacking in the shack, making people feel upset and causing several households to "slam" their doors and windows shut.

"Collect the copper and iron, and collect the chicken...... Duck harvesting...... cough cough cough, this ghost weather, it's really hot! After shouting for a long time, not a single business was done, and his mouth was dry, Wang San couldn't help but regret it a little in his heart: Alas! I knew that it was so hot today, every household closed their doors and hid from blowing the air conditioner, and Lao Tzu didn't come out, damn it, I didn't even receive a hair after calling for a long time, it's really unlucky!

"Hey! It's not bad. As soon as he put the basket to the side of the road, Wang San crossed the shoulder, and sat on the pole with Erlang's legs crossed and hid in a shady place.

With the implementation of the western development plan, Barrow Town has undergone great changes in recent years, with all kinds of factories, houses, shopping malls and hotels, which have made the population of the town increase dramatically and many new residents have moved in.

Wang San was born and raised in Barrow Town, his ancestors have lived by recycling waste products for generations, and he walks the streets and alleys with baskets every day, and he has almost seen people who live in Barrow Town, but there are too many people who have come and gone in the past two years, so Wang San really doesn't know who lives in this building in front of him.

Looking up at the balcony overhead, he saw that the balcony was full of flowers, including two E cups, Wang San's eyes were straight, and he couldn't help but secretly swallow a bag of saliva.

The sky was cloudless, there was no wind in all directions, and the scorching sun hung high overhead, like a huge brazier, emitting bursts of heat. Wang Sanshuang's eyes stared at the two big hoods, his mind was full of male and female love, his throat became more and more dry, he hurriedly took off the teapot he carried with him, and drank two large sips of "grunt", then reluctantly retracted his gaze and took out a thread-bound booklet - "The Apocalypse of Harvesting".

"The Apocalypse of Harvesting the Waste" is something handed down by Wang San's grandfather, every time he opens it, Wang San's blood boils, and he immediately puts aside the mess in his mind.

As the saying goes, there are many people who have become rich and wealthy in the seventy-two lines of business, and there are many people who have been farming for generations and are rich and noble. But Wang Sanzu's last hereditary business has never seen any celebrities and tyrants, but he has done a lot of ridiculous things.

Take Wang San's great-grandfather Wang Wanqian as an example, every time he goes out to do business, Wang Wanqian will put a magnet in his trouser pocket, often a pound of things, after his weighing rod, it becomes eight taels, or even half a catty. At first, he was not discovered, and he did make a lot of money, but later he was found out and sued the government, and the government sentenced him to five years in prison for fraud, and finally Wang San's great-grandfather died in depression and died in prison at the age of 45.

With the lessons of the past, Wang San's grandfather Wang Bingyi, after inheriting his father's business, was always strict in his conduct and never did anything like a scale pole, but Wang Bingyi also had a problem, that is, no matter what was recycled and resold, even old pipes, expired** He took it back to his home in one go, but he was still accused of hiding a large number of **, and he was directly shot at the age of 41.

And so on, just for a little profit, and there are several ancestors of the Wang family who gave away their lives in a daze, so in the generation of the third grandfather of Wang, the Wang family wrote a book "Apocalypse of Harvesting Famine", which recorded the blood lessons of the ancestors of the Wang family one by one, and warned future generations of descendants to do so.

But when I got to Wang Sanbao's father, Wang Sanbao, the ridiculous thing happened again, it was ten years ago, Wang Sanbao went out to collect the wasteland, and when he passed by the gate of someone else's yard, he suddenly saw a broken pot in someone else's yard, and the family was not there. Wang Sanbao sneaked into someone's yard in a daze, trying to steal the broken pot with his hands, but was bitten by someone's dog, and his sexual function was impaired and he became a waste. Wang San's mother saw that this day could not be lived, and soon divorced Wang Sanbao, married to the province and never came back, so that the already difficult family collapsed, and within two years Wang Sanbao also kicked his legs, threw Wang San and passed away, and Wang San dropped out of junior high school without graduating, and since then the son inherited his father's business, started the business of recycling waste products, and became a waste collector.

Every time he saw these unbearable past events of his ancestors, Wang San was heartbroken and inspired to be a super invincible waste collector. In the future, I will not only collect old books, waste paper and old newspapers, but also tanks, planes, artillery, and beautiful women, and be ashamed!

Wang San had just read less than two pages, and suddenly it was dark in front of him, dark clouds overhead, thunder roared, gusts of heat swept away, the wind was strong, and a rainstorm was coming.

"Damn, this damn God, how can you say that change will change?" The rainstorm was coming, Wang San hurriedly put away the booklet and basket, got up and prepared to leave.

But after only a few steps, suddenly a red light flashed in front of him, and with a "snap", a wet thing flew towards him, and it suddenly stuck to Wang San's face, instantly blocking his vision.

"What the hell is this?" Gently twisting the thing on his face with two fingers, Wang Sanding looked at it, only to find that it was actually a woman's pants, and he was immediately angry, and when he looked up, he opened his mouth and scolded: "Who the fuck is the underwear?" That's too fucking immoral, isn't it? ”

There was no one at the airport, Wang San scolded a few words and didn't see anyone show his head, so he threw his pants into the basket, thinking that the material of this underwear was not bad, it was a pity to lose it like this, it was better to take it back and wash it and wear it again, more or less it can reduce an expense, anyway, this thing is worn in it and others can't see it, and I'm not afraid of being laughed at.

The summer rainstorm is coming, Wang San just walked a few steps, and the rain started, so he quickly retreated back, because the summer rain generally comes and goes quickly, Wang San feels that it is not appropriate to go at this time, it is better to stay in place, and it is not too late to wait for the rain to stop and then go on the road, anyway, this place is just under someone else's balcony, just to shelter from the rain.

But just when Wang San had just retreated to the same place, there was a sudden "pop" sound on the balcony, which made Wang San think it was thunder, and hurriedly looked up, but this look scared Wang Sanyi. There was no lightning in the sky, and there was no thunder, but Wang San saw two white thighs.