Chapter 16 stumbles upon a group of wealthy people "throwing away trash"

"These letters are..."

Shu Ying frowned, pulled the hairpin out of her hair, and gently peeled off the wax seal.

Upon unfolding and reading them word by word, it was discovered that all of these letters were written in the handwriting of Shu Xuecheng, the uncle.

What was written inside sent chills down her spine.

She had always been puzzled as to why her parents, who had already tried to keep a low profile, were still targeted by others time and time again.

She suspected that someone was behind this, but she never expected that the person would be her own relative.

She felt a tightness in her throat and couldn't swallow the breath no matter what.

Originally, he intended to throw those so-called "banned books" at Shu Xuecheng's house in a fit of anger.

This way, he can be labeled as "knowingly committing a crime and promoting feudal superstition."

As a result, Shu Xuecheng's days in prison will certainly not be easy.

But Shu Ying wasn't an impulsive person, and she quickly calmed down and realized that this was inappropriate.

The so-called "banned books" in her collection are all top-notch professional books in their respective fields.

It contains not only medical texts, but also many ancient books passed down from ancient times.

Some of them are about feng shui, and some have become rare copies due to the wars of previous years. Some are even related to historical events.

Aside from Shuying's place, it can't be found anywhere else.

She knew how valuable and important these books were for historical research.

Shu Xuecheng is just a worthless life, not worth paying such a high price to deal with him.

She also thought of her friend, Weng Lanhui, who had been sent down to the countryside with her.

Weng Lanhui's family is not well-off now, but her ancestors were very wealthy and were a scholarly family that had lasted for over a hundred years.

The ancient books kept in her home could fill an entire truck.

Not only are all the books exquisite, but some are even ancient books that Shu Ying had only seen in books before, such as the Yongle Encyclopedia, Guo Que, and Annotations on Su Dongpo's Poems.

She witnessed these books being taken away with her own eyes and knew that those who took them could never possibly understand how important they were.

It won't be long before they're all reduced to ashes.

It is precisely because of this precedent that Shu Ying is now being particularly cautious.

She was determined to protect the rare books she had hidden in the space, and absolutely could not allow the same tragedy to happen again.

Shu Xuecheng and his wife have never been capable at all. Although they are quite old, their brains are full of shit.

They've always lived off their family's wealth, fattening themselves up to a crisp.

Now that the Shu family has fallen, they have no one to rely on and have lost all their treasures; they are completely finished.

This couple is not going to do anything good, whether it's arresting them or making them spend their lives in jail.

They should wait until this catastrophe is over, their crimes are pardoned, and they regain their freedom.

Their lives are certainly not much better.

Shu Xuecheng and Gao Jie were both pampered people with no ability to take care of themselves.

Even if they are forced into a desperate situation, they may not necessarily be able to swallow their pride and abandon their past to make a living by working odd jobs.

He deserved his retribution.

Shu Ying reached out and gently touched her chest, telling herself over and over that she must learn to remain calm before she could avenge her great grudge.

She will definitely outlive Shu Xuecheng and Gao Jie.

There will be plenty of opportunities in the future to see the miserable state of their family.

With time running out and everything packed up, Shu Ying did a final check to make sure nothing was missing before deciding to head home.

As soon as I stepped out the door, I heard the sound of an engine approaching from afar.

Shu Ying subconsciously turned her head to look. The garbage collector was sitting in the driver's seat, rubbing his eyes with one hand and holding the steering wheel with the other, yawning casually as he drove the car slowly forward.

Shu Ying had seen this scene for many years. The garbage collectors would come here at the same time every day. In the morning it was Mr. Qian, and in the evening it was Mr. Li.

Initially, people used two-wheeled wooden carts to collect garbage. Later, horses pulled larger four-wheeled wooden carts. In the last two years, a new garbage truck specifically designed for collecting garbage has been developed.

This job is nothing new for garbage collectors, because the garbage collection time is fixed. After getting a new car, the job requires even less effort. Collecting garbage every day is like taking a walk; all they have to do is drive out.

As a result, the garbage collectors have become increasingly lazy, sometimes not even bothering to look at people when they walk by.

The car horns are too loud, and almost everyone living in this area is wealthy, with even the least luxurious houses being detached villas, so the environmental requirements are extremely high.

The garbage collector simply put a bell on the garbage truck and tied it to the rearview mirror every time he came to collect the garbage, so it would ring as he walked.

Residents prepare their garbage daily, and when the garbage truck arrives at their door and they hear the bell, they immediately come out and throw the garbage inside.

They threw things as the car drove along.

Because the car travels slowly, it almost never needs to stop, unless there are large pieces of trash to throw away.

As the garbage truck drew closer, near the street corner, a resident called out to him.

"Mr. Huang, wait a minute! We have a lot of trash at home, it's not easy to move!"

Master Huang, unusually, opened his lazy, squinting eyes and turned his head to look.

Not only Mrs. Sun, who had just spoken, but also people with large bags were standing in front of several other houses, ready to throw away their garbage.

Master Huang frowned.

"Okay, okay, I'm going to go have a smoke over there. You guys hurry up and get to work."

As he spoke, he picked up his pipe, turned off the garbage truck, pushed open the door, jumped out, and muttered to himself as he walked to the side.

"Why is there so much trash here today..."

After saying that, Mrs. Sun squatted down in a corner not far away. Her eyes darted around a few times. When she saw that Mr. Huang was facing the garbage truck, she licked her lips somewhat awkwardly and quickly nudged her husband with her elbow, frowning as she gestured.

Mrs. Sun's husband immediately understood and quickly walked over to Mr. Huang, politely smiling as he spoke to him, thus blocking Mr. Huang's view of the garbage truck.

Master Huang looked flattered.

He's been collecting garbage in this area for years. These wealthy people are usually very polite, but they've never been this enthusiastic, let alone come over to talk to him.

After all, he was a garbage collector, and he was bound to smell a bit from being surrounded by garbage all day.

Master Huang couldn't help but look up at the sky.

Did the sun rise in the west today?

This scene struck Shu Ying as equally strange.

Why are these people acting so suspiciously?

Shu Ying narrowed her eyes, stopped in her tracks, and instead retreated back to the doorway, standing silently in the doorway watching the other side.