The ruined temple in Taohua Village is leaking.
Lin Aniu huddled in the haystack, chewing on moldy cornbread. Butcher Zhou's butcher's knife chopping at his feet: "You fool, you stole half a piece of my meat last month, and now you have to pay for it with your life."
He wiped his saliva stupidly: "A Niu is hungry..."
The moment the sword struck down, his fingertips touched the broken bowl in the corner——
[Ding!
A discarded stoneware bowl (90% damaged) is detected, and 10 treasure points can be recovered.
Redeem?
The broken bowl turned into golden light in the palm of his hand, and when he opened his eyes again, there were five more bags of polished rice in his arms.
Butcher Zhou's eyes widened: "Where did you get the rice?"
"A Niu picked it up." Lin A Niu tilted his head and smiled, "A Niu can still pick it up... Let Uncle Zhou's pork stall be rotten on the chopping board tomorrow."
That night, the smell of rice wafted from the village.
The fool, who had been stepped on by the villagers for twenty years, squatted on the threshold and gnawed on a chicken leg, listening to the discussions outside: "That fool... Did he hit a god?"
And he touched the hot system panel in his arms and glanced at the broken Taoist temple on the back mountain——
It's his turn to pick up the waste in this world.
