"Wang Xiaoqian, burn this pile of garbage!" a tall old man in a green shirt handed him a natural gas lighter.

He looked so abrupt that he didn't know where he was, and he didn't know if the old man in the green shirt was calling himself? He stared blankly at the garbage on the ground.

It's a small river, the river has dried up, it's full of garbage, there are yellowed plastic bags, all kinds of small medicine bottles, and diapers used by children, and more toilet paper towels, no matter how you look at it!

I don't know why he's here? What year was it? But from the lighter handed to him by the old man in the green shirt and what he was wearing, it was not a dream, it had a strong sense of reality.

At the last moment, he was being chased by a group of people who demanded that he pay back the money.

It is natural to repay debts, but he is penniless, how can he have the money to repay?

He was chased and ran, into the mountains, to the edge of the cliff, and cornered. When those people saw that he had no way out, they said with hideous faces: "If there is a kind, you will jump!"

He really wanted to jump down, but in the face of the bottomless cliff, he almost urinated, how could he have the courage to jump down? Although the male protagonists in those novels often changed their lives by jumping off buildings and cliffs, he knew that people like him could never become the protagonists! The result of adopting that method was the same as those little characters in novels, either breaking their legs or arms, and they might die forever. Although it is not easy to be collected for debts, it is better to die than to live, and he does not have the courage to jump.

Those people seemed to have known that he didn't dare to jump, and pressed over step by step. He was so frightened that his legs and feet were numb, and he fell down. The clouds and mist under the cliff were bottomless, and he was timid and frightened and passed out in mid-air.

......

"Wang Xiaoqian, the village chief is calling you! What are you doing in a daze? Why don't you take the lighter quickly?" An old man with gray hair next to him gently pushed him with his hand.

He woke up like a dream and confirmed that the village chief was calling him, it turned out that his name was Wang Xiaoqian, could it be that he was not dead, but he also crossed over?

He moved in front of the village chief. He was very close to the village chief, only three or four paces away, but his legs were as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and it was difficult to walk, and the most terrible thing was that when his body moved, the pain in his chest was unbearable, and his qi and blood were rolling, and the strength in his body was not enough to support the needs of his body, and he began to cough violently, as if he wanted to cough up everything in his body, and it was difficult to take the second step.

The village chief looked at Wang Xiaoqian's painful appearance, approached him a little helplessly, stuffed the lighter into his hand, shook his head, sighed deeply, and whispered: "Hard-working child, his parents died of lung disease, he became like this at a young age, I don't know how many days he can live?"

Although the village chief's voice was very small, it was too close to Wang Xiaoqian, and it still reached Wang Xiaoqian's ears word by word.

Wang Xiaoqian was about to burst into tears!

But those characters in the novel are either dressed as princes or princesses, and the most unfortunate one is also a young master, how can it be their turn to become like this?

Alas, is this the biggest difference between the protagonist and the supporting role!

Wang Xiaoqian was in a daze, and the old man beside him whispered: "Xiaoqian, don't be sad, everyone has their own life! Besides, the village chief still takes care of you, so burn this small pile of garbage! If you don't do anything at all, even if the village chief doesn't say anything, others will have opinions." ”

Wang Xiaoqian didn't know who the old man in front of him was, he couldn't figure out the situation at all, but seeing that the old man looked kind, not like a bad person, he listened to the old man's words, panted, and used a lot of strength to light the fire.

The garbage on the ground was already very dry under the scorching sun, and it ignited when it saw the fire. The old man pulled him and kept him away from the fire so that he would not be roasted by the flames.

Xiao Qian's heart is really not good, doing such a little thing, and asking an old man to help, I really envy the protagonist in the novel, there are constant adventures, but I have become such a ghost. He looked at the flames and waved his hand helplessly.

At this moment, his eyes lit up, and a string of characters appeared:

Combustion value: 1

Energy: 0

Stamina: 1

Combat power: 0

Defense: 0

Individual level: 0

What kind of thing is this? Wang Xiaoqian couldn't help but secretly ask himself, do he still have a system? But what's the use of this? It seems to be a dispensable thing! The key is that these numbers are too small to be pitiful, and they are no different from having nothing.

However, something is better than nothing!

At this time, the small pile of garbage on the ground had been burned, and it seemed that the village chief only wanted him to symbolically burn something, and did not intend for him to do something decently. He couldn't help but have a good impression of the village chief, and then he felt even inferior, this was definitely not the life he wanted, and he must not be a person who needed the pity of others!

Wang Xiaoqian walked with difficulty towards another pile of garbage that was slightly larger. The village chief glanced back at the old man, who nodded knowingly. The village chief and a few women continued to pick up garbage all over the land along the riverbed.

Wang Xiaoqian looked at the old man in front of him, he really couldn't figure out the situation, he didn't even know who he was, and he didn't dare to ask, for fear that people would say that there was something wrong with his head. The usual treatment of a person with a brain problem is usually to send him to a mental hospital, so as not to harm mankind, and he does not want to lose his freedom.

Seeing that his expression was a little sluggish, the old man thought that his illness was getting more and more serious, so he whispered to him: "Xiaoqian, come to the second master to help you make the fire!"

It turned out that this person was his second uncle, which was easy to do, and he didn't need to know his old man's name.

Xiao Qian hurriedly said: "Second uncle, I can do it, thank you for your kindness!"

"It's okay, the village chief means that we are responsible for burning garbage, he is a rare good person, see that we are old and young, we can't afford to make a big effort, just let us do such an easy thing, you are not in good health, just take a rest and make a show!"

"It's okay, I can do it!" Wang Xiaoqian said, squatting down and lighting a fire.

A cloud of toilet paper ignited, emitting a cloud of green smoke, and several plastic bags and bottles quickly followed suit, giving off a choking smell. Wang Xiaoqian couldn't help but wave his palms and chase away the smell of smoke in front of his nose.

Strange things happened again, and a string of characters appeared in front of Wang Xiaoqian's eyes:

Burn value: 10

Energy: 0

Stamina: 1

Combat power: 0

Defense: 0

Individual level: 0

Isn't the burn value only 1 just now? How did it get to 10 now? Does it have to do with the amount of garbage he burns, not with the number of times he lights it?

Alas, this system is really ......

You let me wave my sleeves without taking away a piece of garbage?

Wang Xiaoqian stared at the numbers in front of him, letting the garbage on the ground burn. After a long time, that number was still 10, and it didn't change at all. The breeze was blowing, and the smell of smoke wafted into his nostrils, and he choked and coughed, and couldn't help shaking his hand to fan the smoke in front of him.

The words in front of his eyes disappeared again, and the second uncle said bitterly, let you take a break, you just hold on!

Wang Xiaoqian took a step back, shook his hand again, and the words in front of him appeared again. This time, the burn value has changed, increasing by 5 again to 15, and the other values remain unchanged. However, what the hell is this burn value, and what is the benefit to him? It's hard to find out for a while, so you have to study it slowly, right?

Wang Xiaoqian waved his hand, and the characters in front of him disappeared, he confirmed that this was the legendary system, but this system was too much, he had to wave his hand when he wanted to see it, and he would always wave his hand there when he had nothing to do, and he would not be treated as a neurotic or something?

The garbage on the ground was about to burn out, and Wang Xiaoqian waited until it was completely extinguished, then turned on the system again to confirm it, and found that the burning value had reached 25.

The second uncle looked at Wang Xiaoqian's expression and thought that he was physically exhausted, so he forcibly pulled him aside and sat down, took the lighter from his hand, and went to burn a pile of garbage.