Gu Zheng felt that he must have stepped on dog shit today.
No, he steps in dog shit every day. The alleys in this slum are full of dog shit. He should be used to it. But today the feeling was particularly strong. His right eyelid had been beating non-stop since he woke up in the morning, which made him panic.
"Damn, if your left eye jumps for money and the right eye jumps for disaster, I'm afraid I'm going to have bad luck today."
Gu Zheng muttered as he put the tattered sack on his shoulder. The sack was filled with all the junk he had unearthed from various garbage dumps in the past half month - a few rusty iron nails, half-cut copper pipes, and a few scraps of skin ripped off from some unlucky guy. If you take these things on the black market, you can probably exchange them for two or three copper coins, enough for him and his sister Gu Yao to eat two meals.
