I looked in the direction of his finger and realized that my so-called scrap iron was the bottles and cans he usually picked up.

Now in this situation, it can only be turned into treasure.

I picked out a few cans, stepped on them, and then cut them with a pair of very blunt scissors, wrapping them around the head of the stick little by little.

"What are you going to do?"

I look back......

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