People are in good spirits when they are happy, and good things will definitely follow. Since I picked up the golden moon cake, I feel that I want to run from time to time, I feel that I will soar from now on, and I can live a decent life and enjoy everything that the world should enjoy, how beautiful it is to live that uncle's life and dominate people's life! However, at this moment, I still don't dare to make any noise, although I have money in my hand, I can only be like Grande, look at it every day and then put it down, let it go and look again, I guard this mountain of gold and silver, and finally, increase the burden of my spirit, is this my original intention? This person is sometimes very weird, he doesn't dare to spend money, he doesn't dare to show his money, and the feeling of being looked down upon by people is really uncomfortable. How can this little bit of feeling be described by the word 'broken'? Once people have money, if I still live that simple life and am still looked down upon by others, the meaning of my life will be even more wretched. However, at the moment, I have to pretend, I pretend to be sanctimonious in front of people, for fear that others will find out the secret of my joy, and I am still engaged in my rags every day. What can you do with a stolen gong? That kind of image of pretending to be stupid and stunned sometimes can't help but make me giggle quietly.

The years are like a song, time is like a river, just like this, day after day, year after year, doing repeated actions, my heart is like a bucket, always seven or eight times, and the restless heart is always restless. I know that I will not fight less food if I calm down, I camouflage is particularly ingenious, not because of the joy of things, not to be sad, husbands are like this, the height of the mind determines the breadth of life, and the generosity of temper determines the thickness of life. My obscure work, hard work, and happy work have finally accumulated a certain amount, and my life is very different from before.

In today's view, I am not what it used to be, I have accumulated more and more over the years, I feel that I am not an ordinary person, I am going to be changed by money to change my life, I am going to be changed by money to change my fate, I am about to be changed by money, I am about to realize my personal dream, the more I think about it, the happier I am, the more I think, I like this profession more and more. The big money that gave me money, the workers who worked in the factory, and the small bosses, that had the nourishment of my life.

I know a truth, if a person takes the dog urine luck, he will encounter dog bites all the way, and he will encounter dog shit when he goes out. I've gone through a lot of bad luck, and my bad luck is coming to an end, no, I've encountered such a happy thing.

One day, I didn't walk around the moat in the center of the city, no different from the past, I walked while admiring the good scenery on the side of the road, the green willows lined up, the flowers and plants on the side of the road were fragrant, the sky was flying with birds, the ground was crawling with ants, they were walking in a line, I felt particularly curious, I noticed their bodies, I was walking, suddenly, there was a black bag in front of me, there were many ants around, from my feeling I saw that it was a bag, however, the bag was full of dust, It's full of torn clothes and pants, and generally speaking, people can't see clearly unless they look closely, and they won't look at those broken things.

I am a garbage picker, and professional habits often prompt me to take a look at whatever it is, pick up valuable things, and throw away those that are not valuable. What's more, after that experience of picking up moon cakes, I am even more serious and careful. I thought, who left the bag in this place, who accidentally left it in this place, I practice and open it to see what is inside? This made me completely dumbfounded, only to see that it was full of cash, as well as other colorful papers, and some passbooks and other things, and there were some red-headed documents in it, as well as some gold and silver bracelets or something. At this moment, the air seems to be condensed, it's really a good guy, whose thing is lost here, I calmed down, and I didn't dare to make a noise anymore, my heart was pounding, I looked at the front and back of no one, just like the last time I picked up moon cakes, I just wanted to occupy it, I threw away the packed box, and put the money or something in my big plastic bag, just like the garbage that I usually practice, I looked at no one before, I looked at nothing later, there was no one here around, I was obviously not so flustered.

I know that few people come here, here is the famous stinky ditch, mosquitoes, rats, poisonous snakes, scorpions, centipedes and so on everywhere, this is not a place for people to fall in love, people have too late to hide?

I hurriedly packed this bag with my own big plastic belt, I secretly took it back to my home, at the moment when I closed the door of my house, I was very excited, I carefully opened the bag, I counted the money in the bag, this money simply made me count to the point of hand cramps, and finally, let me not believe my eyes, guess how much? I won't talk about it, hahaha...... Also, those fancy things must be dollars, and I haven't counted yet, haha......

Do I know that this money is ill-gotten gains, and that corrupt official's money was lost? I know that this money is in danger of life, but I don't want it in vain, but I don't want it, however, I still want it, I know that the most fundamental problem with wanting money is not to make a noise, steady and old way is the foundation of keeping, calm and witty is the magic weapon to gather wealth.

I know that this money needs to be kept highly secret, and if this wealth is exposed that day, my life will not be saved. Maybe people will bite back and say that I stole it? When I thought of that point, I was very scared, and I was a clever person, I am afraid that by that time, how did I die, and I can't figure it out? Is this what people die for money?

Just like last time, I dug a big hole in the ground, I buried the money, and on top of it I restored the original appearance, and covered it with the waste garbage collected from the outside, and I knew that this kind of storage was very effective.

Later, I heard a story from people in the community, saying that the wallet of the mayor's house was stolen by thieves, that the security guard was chasing the thieves, and the thief did not know that he still got the bag there and ran away, and later, the thief drowned in the river in the process of stealing, and the bag was found everywhere, and there was no sound about this matter over time.

I know that this mayor has suffered a dumb loss, and I am always thinking about a question in my heart, did I pick up this bag? Whatever, if it becomes the money of a corrupt official, don't want it in vain, and make a little money if you want it!