Chapter 17: Not even the garbage trucks were spared; everything was emptied and collected.

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.

Shu Ying rubbed her hands together, and while Master Huang was still surrounded by neighbors chatting, she quickly took out a burlap bag that her family used to use for garbage from her space, stuffed some things into it, and pretended to be going to throw away garbage as well, and approached the garbage truck.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, Shu Ying quickly reached for several large bags.

Anything that Shu Ying touched was immediately stored in her spatial dimension.

After that, Shu Ying would collect every bag of "garbage" thrown into the garbage truck.

The garbage truck has a high chassis and a deep cargo compartment. People who throw garbage into the truck can turn around and leave without seeing what's inside. They have no idea that the treasures they just threw out have gone into Shuying's small warehouse in the blink of an eye.

Not far away, Master Huang was surrounded by a group of people who chattered on and on about things he couldn't understand. He didn't even want to smoke anymore, and his head was buzzing. He waved his hand irritably.

"Alright, alright, you've been talking nonsense for so long. Why are you all acting so strangely today?"

Master Huang stood up amidst the crowd and quickly put away his pipe.

"I'm done chatting, I need to go collect the trash!"

The group of people surrounding Mr. Huang were startled and quickly looked back. They were relieved to find that their own trash had already been thrown away and then dispersed.

Master Huang was taken aback when he saw how decisively they left.

These people are really strange today. They were surrounding him and wouldn't let him leave just now, but now they're leaving so easily.

Could there be something supernatural going on?

Countless possibilities flashed through Master Wang's mind in an instant.

Absurd and horrifying legends about murder and dismemberment, and bombings...

He frowned as he thought about it, deciding to go check out the garbage bins first.

Before he could even walk over, a woman who had just thrown out the trash saw him and looked like she'd seen a ghost. She quickly retreated from the garbage truck and ran away.

Master Huang frowned even more, quickened his pace and walked forward, only to find a girl standing beside the car after he went around the front of the vehicle.

After putting everything into the warehouse, Shu Ying peeked out and checked it again to make sure nothing was missing. Then, she picked up the burlap sack in her hand and shook it into the warehouse in a very professional manner.

It looks like they just dumped the trash into the truck bed.

Without a doubt, Master Huang quickly peeked out.

The cabin was exactly as it was when he arrived, and it is still exactly the same now.

Apart from a few scattered pieces of fruit peels, scraps of paper, and other household waste, there was nothing else.

The large bag of trash that Mrs. Sun just brought over wasn't in there either.

When he turned around, the people who had just been carrying large bags to throw away the trash had already gone back home. When they saw him turn around, the eyes that had been peeking from behind the windows and doors quickly disappeared, and the curtains and doors shook.

The question mark in Master Huang's mind was almost about to materialize and pop out from the top of his head.

What's wrong with these rich people today? Are they playing a game of pretending to throw away trash?

He looked at Shu Ying with a bewildered expression.

Shu Ying was filled with excitement, but smiled politely on the surface.

"Thank you for your hard work, Master."

After saying that, he picked up the bag and left.

Mr. Huang scratched his head, still unable to figure out what was going on. It seemed that all the people living in the area had just come over, and there were no more people waiting to throw away their trash on the road ahead. It looked like the trash in this area had been collected almost completely, so he had no choice but to turn around and go back.

As soon as Master Huang left, Shu Ying didn't even have time to check what was in the bags that had just been put into the warehouse before she quickened her pace and left.

Judging by the time, someone should have already gone to her house to ransack it.