However, it seems to make sense.

Qiao Yiyi recalled that in the past, when people built houses in rural areas, they would buy bricks, tiles, cement, steel bars and stones themselves, then hire workers to build them and pay them for the work.

But now they are just staying in a corner of the island for a while, so there is no need to build a particularly complicated or good house. And as Xiong Ying said, they might be eliminated before the house is completed.

Furthermore, judging from the mall, the prices of these construction materials are not cheap.

Lian Ru said, "Why don't we all earn money for two more days and buy that 5,000 gold coins suit?"

Zong Chang suddenly had an idea: "When I was traveling before, I visited a small town where there was a craftsman who could use all kinds of discarded items to make exquisite and creative huts. Maybe we can try this method."

Qu Xiaoqu clapped his hands. "I think I've seen that too! That guy is so skilled he can even transform a scrap car into a mobile castle."

Xiong Ying asked, "So we can collect scrap and use it to build houses?"

Zong Chang nodded: "It's not impossible."

Qiao Yiyi also thought this method was feasible: "The main thing is that it can save a lot of money to buy other things."

The first week will be over in a few days, and they will soon face their first evaluation and elimination rounds.

So far, the "Salted Fish Farm" has only solved the basic problems of food and accommodation. Apart from two tents and a set of bathing facilities, their equipment is pitifully few.

If they continue like this, they might really be eliminated in the first round.

Although they really wanted to back out when they first arrived on the island and saw the harsh conditions, they worked hard over the past few days, trying to make money and were exhausted and sweating every day.

Qu Xiaoqu, a young master who had never suffered hardship, helped the villagers plow the fields with oxen under the sun all day long.

Lian Ru, a wealthy wife, helped the fruit farmer pick fruits in the orchard all day, and her well-maintained hands were scratched with several cuts;

Xiong Ying, a beautiful and fashionable girl group idol, is not afraid of getting dirty or tired. She helps feed the pigs and clean the pens on the farm without a single complaint.

Now things are finally showing some improvement. If they are eliminated like this, it would be a shame for all the hard work and sweat they have endured in the past few days.

Qiao Yiyi and others consulted the designers and asked them if they could really build anything?

Designer Wei An felt his professional abilities were being questioned, so he raised his voice and shrieked, "Of course."

If that’s the case, then it’s easy.

We gathered together to discuss and decided to do one thing today - collecting waste.

[Why is our Xianyu team's painting style always different from others? ]

[I've fed pigs, fought sharks, and now I'm collecting scrap.]

[My dear children, do you dare to be a little more normal? ]

[Who would have believed that one day I would become a fan of a celebrity who collects rags? I am so happy!]

Just do it.

The group planned to collect unused household waste from residents living near the island, such as wooden boards, old furniture, and discarded home appliances.

In exchange for the waste, they picked a lot of fruits from the fruit trees in their area and caught a lot of fish, shrimps and crabs from the sea and put them in buckets of seawater, intending to give them to the people who provided them with the waste.

He borrowed Uncle Yang's motorized tricycle and got a loudspeaker from the staff. Qiao Yiyi had ridden an electric scooter when she was a social animal before, and this motorized vehicle was roughly the same. Under Uncle Yang's guidance, she was able to ride his motorized tricycle very steadily very quickly.

So Qiao Yiyi drove the group of people, several large baskets of fruits and two buckets of fish and shrimp across the bridge of the island to the residential area around the island, and began their "junk collecting journey".

"Ride my beloved little motorcycle, it will never get stuck in traffic~"

Qiao Yiyi was humming a little tune, and the refreshing breeze from the island blowing in her face was so pleasant.

【Hahaha, look how happy they are.】

Qiao Yiyi is really good. She can even ride a motorbike.

[Who would have thought that this group of people were going to collect junk?]

When Qu Xiaoqu heard Qiao Yiyi humming a little tune happily, he also became interested and improvised a rap, dancing while standing in the car.

When passersby on the road saw this, they turned their heads and looked at them curiously.

"Hey, stop yo-yoing, stop it now."

Xiong Ying was afraid that if they continued like this, not only would they be considered mentally ill, but it would also cause a traffic accident, so she quickly pulled on the corner of Qu Xiaoqu's clothes.

Qu Xiaoqu also felt that he seemed a little too unrestrained. He smiled at her, sat back on the small bench in the car, and turned into a well-behaved boy again.

When they arrived at an old residential area, Qiao Yiyi and the others stopped the car and planned to start collecting waste.

But when the car stopped on the side of the road, everyone just looked at it curiously and didn't understand what they were going to do.

However, an older woman came over to ask about the price, thinking they were selling fruit and seafood. Qiao Yiyi was at a loss for words and said, "Auntie, we're collecting scrap."

"Oh, a scrap collector?" The old lady looked up and down at the few people. She saw that they all had good looks and did not look like scrap collectors at all.

Seeing the aunt's disbelief, Xiong Ying assured her, "Auntie, we really are a waste collector."

"Then you have to shout." said the aunt.

"What are you shouting?" Lian Ru asked in confusion.

Auntie: "You say you're a scrap collector, but who doesn't shout 'scrap collector'?"

Well, it seems to be true.

Everyone looked at each other, wondering who should shout.

Even though everyone was excitedly clamoring to collect waste just now, they felt a little embarrassed to shout it out loud.

Qu Xiaoqu: "I have a bit of social anxiety. I get nervous easily when speaking loudly in front of a lot of people..."

Lian Ru is the wife of a wealthy family after all. Although her husband is now in debt, she still can't bring herself to do so in front of the camera and strangers.

Only Qiao Yiyi, Zong Chang and Xiong Ying are left.

Xiong Ying: "How about...I do it?"

She told everyone that when they participated in the talent show before, in order to train them to not be nervous on stage, they were thrown outside to attract the audience and perform for people on the street.

Everyone was too embarrassed to do it at first, especially not daring to talk to strangers, but in the end they all gave it their all for the sake of the ratings.

"It's just a few shouts anyway, just treat it as fun, and I'm the captain."

As she spoke, Xiong Ying took the loudspeaker and shouted, "It's time to collect junk! It's time to collect junk!"

"Bao, your loudspeaker is not on." Everyone burst into laughter.

Qiao Yiyi stepped forward to help her turn on the loudspeaker, and Xiong Ying shouted again with a red face.

Someone took the lead, and the others were encouraged. Qiao Yiyi also shouted a few times.

But people passing by just looked at them with curiosity and then left.

Several people shouted for a long time, but didn't receive any waste. I guess they were just like the old lady just now, not quite believing that they were a waste collector.

Finally, Qiao Yiyi had no other choice but to pull over an older woman and ask, "Auntie, do you have any scrap at home?"

The aunt glanced at them, then at the camera behind them, with a wary expression: "Are you internet celebrities?"

Qiao Yiyi and Xiong Ying looked at each other, and Xiong Ying quickly waved her hands: "No, no, we are recording a show."

The auntie said "oh", half believing and half doubting, then asked: "How do you collect your waste, and how much is it per pound?"

Huh? How much is one pound?

Qu Xiaoqu and Xiong Ying had never been exposed to this. Qu Xiaoqu said: "We don't want money, we are only responsible for collecting it."

The aunt was speechless: "I'm not giving you money, you're giving me money. Are you really a scrap collector?"

[Hahaha, this is hilarious. This is the first time I've heard of selling scrap and having to pay the scrap collector.]

[My child has been accustomed to privilege since childhood and has lived a very difficult life. He has never been exposed to these things, which makes his family laugh.]

[Cut this scene and let the child suffer social disgrace. He will also be a celebrity with a black mark in the future.]

Qu Xiaoqu also reacted and his ears turned red.

Qiao Yiyi explained to the aunt that they really were scrap collectors, but she couldn't pay them, but she could exchange them for things in the car.

The aunt took a look at the fruits, fish and shrimps on the cart and said with a sigh, "These things are worthless here. They are very cheap and not worth it."

Xiong Ying muttered softly, "They're all junk now, so what's the point of talking about whether they're valuable or not..."

The auntie exclaimed in surprise: "Oh, who said that waste is worthless? If it's worthless, why do you collect it?"

Everyone: “…”

After the auntie left, Qiao Yiyi frowned and said, "But what the auntie said is right. People who specialize in collecting waste do need to be paid."

Xiong Ying: "What should we do? We can't just go to the garbage station to pick it up, right?"

At this moment, a young girl recognized them and ran over excitedly. When she learned that they were collecting waste, she said with surprise, "Wait a minute! We just have a lot of stuff piled up at home. My mom asks my dad to clean it up and throw it away every day, but he's too lazy to do anything. I'll go back and get it for you!"

When they heard that there would be scrap soon, everyone who had been depressed just now instantly became enthusiastic.

Qiao Yiyi said, "Then I'll go with you and help you clean up."

Since there is no money to pay them, we can only provide labor.

The others agreed, so Qu Xiaoqu stayed downstairs to watch the car while the others helped to pack up.

The girl's parents were both there. They were shocked to see a group of people coming in. When they learned that they were going to help them clean the house, they were surprised and happy.

Just as the girl said, their house was a mess, with all kinds of useful and useless things occupying every space.

The girl’s father was a little embarrassed: “I’m really sorry to bother you.”

Everyone waved their hands: "No trouble, no trouble."

These things are considered treasures in their eyes.

After some tidying up, they had the first batch of materials - an old wooden sofa, a bedside, an abandoned ladder, various wooden boards, old iron barrels that had nowhere to be put, etc.

When other residents in the community heard that someone was needed to help clean up the house and dispose of waste, they also came over.

One older brother, in particular, pulled Qiao Yiyi and the others aside and said, "You don't know, my mom always likes to pick up things from her house. She brings all sorts of messes home, filling up the house and the hallway. The neighbors have complained to us many times, but it's no use. We're so worried."

Qiao Yiyi and others were surprised and followed their eldest brother to his mother's house.

My eldest brother's mother's house is on the third floor, a dilapidated two-bedroom apartment. The house is now filled with all kinds of messy things, and there is even an unpleasant smell inside.

Seeing the scene inside, the eldest brother sighed: "My mother is not here right now. She must have gone to collect waste again. While she is away, let's quickly get rid of these things."

Qiao Yiyi looked at the room full of junk and asked, "Brother, does your mother live here alone?"

The eldest brother was slightly surprised and nodded: "Yes, this is the house my mom and dad used to live in. After my dad passed away, she lived here alone. My wife, son and I all live in another community."

Qiao Yiyi understood and then asked again, "Are you guys usually very busy?"

The eldest brother clapped his hands. "Of course I am. My wife and I are both very busy at work, and we have two children at home. We are overwhelmed every day. Today, I received a complaint from the neighbor and asked for leave from work to deal with my mother's matter. Sigh, it really makes me worry."

The eldest brother had a worried look on his face and kept sighing. He told everyone to hurry up and clear out these things. Feel free to take whatever you want, because it would be difficult to deal with them when the old lady came back.

Qiao Yiyi frowned, and after a long pause, she said, "Brother, I think you should take grandma to the hospital."

The eldest brother was busy packing his things without even looking up: "What? Why are you taking her to the hospital?"

Qiao Yiyi recalled a news report she had read before and hesitated, "Grandma... might be sick."

"Sick?" The eldest brother was puzzled. "My mother is so healthy and can go around collecting waste every day. What could be wrong with her?"

Qiao Yiyi: "I'm not talking about physical problems, but psychological ones. Of course, there might be other problems as well..."

"Hey, what's wrong with you, little girl?" The eldest brother interrupted her before she could finish her words, his face darkening. "How can you curse others like that?"

Qiao Yiyi: "I didn't mean that, I just thought I should pay attention..."

The eldest brother's attitude changed instantly: "This is our family's business, it has nothing to do with you, so hurry up and pack up and leave."

Xiong Ying curled her lips: "Why is he like this? We have no ill intentions."

Qiao Yiyi smiled helplessly and said, "It's true that I'm meddling in other people's business."

While cleaning, I heard slow footsteps and the sound of heavy objects dragging the floor in the corridor, which was particularly obvious in the old building.

The eldest brother stood up from the waste, his face tense: "Oh no, my mother is back!"