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Chapter 7 Scrap Recycling Bin

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    The grateful thief picked up the bag with a guilty conscience and explained that there was nothing special about the bag, that he just picked it up casually when he went out to pick up rags.

    Can you carefully put something you picked up casually into the pocket of your cotton-padded jacket?

    Chunyang is not so easy to deceive.

    On the way home carrying the radio, Chunyang reminded: "Auntie and Sister Yunyun don't let you smoke. If you smoke secretly and let them know, you will definitely be beaten. You'd better throw away that cigarette bag."

    "Oh, how many times have I told you that I really don't smoke, it's not a cigarette bag, it's just an ordinary cloth bag, why don't you believe it!" Zhien said with a headache.

    Chunyang wanted to say something else. Zhili, who had been walking obediently, suddenly said: "The bag is hot, your hands are hotdon't touch it"

    What he meant was that Zhien¡¯s bag was hot to the touch and he asked Li Chunyang not to touch it.

    But how can an ordinary cloth bag be hot to the touch?

    Chunyang thought he was telling lies to cover up Zhien. Zhien glanced sideways and said, "Look, you have ruined Zhien's ethics. I will definitely complain to my aunt when I get back."

    It seemed that this topic could not be solved. Zhien sighed helplessly, stopped and put the radio on the ground, took out a cloth bag and handed it to Chunyang: "Zhili didn't lie, I put some heating products in the bag."  This thing is a bit hot to the touch for people who are intolerant of heat, so if you don¡¯t believe me, just touch it.¡±

    Chunyang not only touched it, but also pinched it while Zhien looked at her in shock and nervousness. He curled his lips and said, "It's a lie. It's not hot at all. There's nothing in it. It's just an empty bag."

    "Really?" Zhien asked in disbelief, as if the bag was not his and he had never taken it.

    Chunyang just felt confused and nodded to confirm, signaling Zhien to pack the bags and hurry up.

    She was actually just worried about Zhien smoking, so she didn¡¯t care if she didn¡¯t know about it. She always felt uncomfortable if she didn¡¯t complain to the Guo family even if she knew she couldn¡¯t persuade him.  Now that she was sure that Guo Zhien was not smoking, she felt relieved. She didn't care at all whether the bag was hot or not.

    She doesn¡¯t care, but Zhi En does.

    When he went home and put the radio away, Zhien sent Zhili to play with his grandma. He took Chunyang and hid behind the firewood pile in the backyard and took out the cloth bag.

    "If you touch it again, are you really feeling nothing?" Zhien said nervously.

    Chunyang obediently touched it twice and shook his head to express that he had no feeling.

    "What's wrong with you? Did you take the wrong medicine? Is there something wrong with this rag bag?" No matter how slow Chunyang was, he noticed something was wrong with Zhi En and became curious about the bag.

    Zhien held the bag and hesitated for a while before saying mysteriously and cautiously: "This is no ordinary cloth bag. There are good things inside. If you don't believe me, reach in and touch it."

    He pulled off the rope that tied the bag and motioned Chunyang to put his hand in.

    Chunyang reached out his hand dubiously. He didn't feel anything at first, but when his whole hand was put into the bag, something magical happened.

    A strange scene inexplicably appeared in her mind, and what she saw was a huge plaque with five characters written in red paint on a white background - Waste Recycling Station.

    There are many old things piled up in a disorderly manner in the waste recycling bin, including broken copper and iron, empty bottles and broken bowls, scrapped electrical appliances, old clothes and rags Among them, a few books scattered on the ground attracted Chunyang's attention.

    She thought to herself how good these books would be if they were hers, but she hasn¡¯t even read them yet.  The next moment, her hand seemed to be burned by something. It hurt. She subconsciously retracted. The waste recycling bin suddenly disappeared from her mind, and her consciousness returned to the real world.

    She looked down in fear and saw that the pain from being burned was still there, but there was no burn at all on her hands.  In addition, the most frightening thing is that there are a few more books in her hands that were empty just now, the same ones she saw in the recycling bin.

    "Don't be afraid." Zhien put a hand on her shoulder and patted her gently, sighing: "The first time I took something out of my pocket, I was so scared that I cried. After doing it a few times, I got used to it.  If you seize the moment well, you won't get burned. How about you try again?"

    Chunyang immediately shook his head, threw the book to Zhien as if throwing away something dirty, and asked in a trembling voice: "What is this? Why is it so evil? Do you pick up all your rags from here?"

    Since Chunyang had been told the secret of the bag, Zhien naturally told him everything.

    In fact, he has carried this cloth bag with him since he was a child. It is just an ordinary cloth bag, nothing special. But since his father Guo Houze passed away, every time he puts his hand into the cloth bag, a recycling bin will appear in his mind.  Get something from inside.

    ?My grandmother and mother both believe in ghosts and gods.??He was afraid of scaring them, so he didn't say anything. For ten days and a half, he used an excuse to go out and pick up rags and secretly found a place to hide and put some old newspapers and books in a cloth bag.

    If Cao Yun hadn't wanted to give him something he could get when he got married, he wouldn't have taken the broken radio from the recycling bin.

    "Why don't you take it?" Chunyang asked in confusion after hearing what he said: "I think there are a lot of good things in it. If you just take out some scrap metal and exchange it for something, the conditions at home will be much better, right?  ."

    Zhien shook his head and sighed: "You think I didn't sell it? No. It's okay to use the things you take out, but they will disappear if you sell them. Once I exchanged them for a piece of iron.  There were two plastic pots, but the iron bump disappeared when I turned around. The man who changed the pots thought I had stolen the iron bump back again and beat me. Since then, I have never sold anything in exchange for anything."

    There are also broken bicycles, broken TVs, etc. in the recycling bin. If you can't sell them, it's really useless to put them at home, and it's hard to explain to your family, so just don't take them.

    "Then this bag of yours is of no use." After calming down, Chunyang said with regret, "If the things inside could be sold and exchanged, your family would have lived a good life long ago."

    Zhien shook his head again and said: "Even if I can sell it and exchange it for things, I won't live on it. My dad said that people have to rely on themselves and can't expect pie in the sky. What if I develop a lazy habit by relying on it and it will suddenly suddenly happen one day?  If it doesn¡¯t work, what should I do, what should I do, and what should I do with the whole family? So, don¡¯t dwell on those useless things, just work hard and live your life.¡±

    Chunyang thought for a while, nodded in agreement, and said seriously: "You're right, we have to rely on ourselves, we can't just think about taking advantage."

    Zhien didn¡¯t expect to reach a consensus with Chunyang so quickly. Before telling the truth, he was a little worried that Chunyang was not of the same mind as him and was thinking about living in a recycling bin.

    "We are the only ones who know the secret now. Don't tell anyone. I will get you books and newspapers. I guarantee that you will always have books to read," Zhien solemnly promised.

    Chunyang was puzzled: "Zhili didn't know? He said your pockets were hot, and I thought he knew it too." (Remember this site's website address: www.hlnovel.com
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