Mrs. Sun quickly dragged her tattered cloth bag, pieced together from old fabric, and slowly carried the bulging, waist-high bag of garbage, tightly tied at the top, to the garbage truck.
The garbage compartment is trapezoidal, with a door on each side. Because the vehicle has a high chassis, the garbage compartment doors are also quite high, almost at eye level.
To throw the trash in, you have to lift it high and put it in.
Mrs. Sun had never done this kind of chores before, so now she has to do it herself.
She was weak, so she gritted her teeth and her face turned red as she finally managed to lift the bag of trash off the ground. With a forceful swing of her arm, she threw it directly into the car, making a soft, slightly crisp "clattering" sound as it was trapped inside the bag.
Shu Ying was slightly taken aback.
That voice sounds familiar...
No wonder it sounded familiar; she had just heard it when she was collecting antiques in the basement.
Shu Ying understood instantly.
In order to avoid being the focus of attention, at this time in the previous life, everyone was frantically dealing with things at home.
Unfortunately, she was no longer there at that time and didn't know that their way of dealing with these antique bottles and jars was to throw them into the garbage truck.
After throwing the things away, Mrs. Sun let out a long sigh. Before turning to leave, she stared at the garbage truck for a long time with some reluctance. Finally, she gritted her teeth, stomped her foot, and muttered, "What a waste!" before covering her face and turning to go home.
Mr. Sun went home with him, and then his neighbors, Ms. Zhang, Mr. He, and Ms. Cui's family members also came out of their homes and surrounded Mr. Huang to chat with him.
Master Huang paused in his smoking, looking somewhat bewildered at the suddenly enthusiastic people in front of him, completely unaware that his garbage truck was almost completely filled with bags and bags of "garbage".
Everyone wants to empty their pockets and get rid of these "hidden dangers" to make themselves look innocent.
Everyone who throws away trash seems relieved, but in reality, they feel helpless. After throwing away their trash, they all sigh and lament, heartbroken.
If there were any other way, they wouldn't want to easily throw away something they'd spent so much money on.
But there's nothing we can do; times have changed. If we keep these things now, we'll just be waiting to be singled out and have our homes confiscated.
Compared to a stable life in the future, these things are ultimately external possessions and can only be discarded.
Sighs and complaints rose and fell, but there was nothing they could do but do it.
Shu Ying stood in the doorway, her eyes shining.
The neighbors living on this street are all quite wealthy, and the contents of this bag are of unimaginable value.
Not to mention that many people have items in their homes that, besides those bought at high prices, are also heirlooms passed down from their elders. These are all treasures that were not easily shown to others in the past!
It would be such a waste to throw this away as trash.
While feeling regretful, Shu Ying had a sudden thought.
What is poison to him is honey to me!
Things they can't keep at home, she can store in her online space!
Beyond the commercial value of these antique paintings and calligraphy, their cultural value is immeasurable.
Throughout history, it is precisely because these works have been passed down that later generations can glimpse the artistic and cultural achievements of their predecessors.
The existence of many historical cultures and dynasties has been confirmed through the transmission of these works.
If all these things were burned and destroyed, China's art and culture would regress by many years.
No one may think anything of it now, but they will definitely regret it years later.
She can save as many as she can; it's better than burning and smashing everything.
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