In the garbage dump at Forty-Three Degrees, Zhang Ergou had been settling the accounts for five years, but he still couldn't settle the matter.
His mother's dialysis fee is RMB 8,000, her sister's information fee is RMB 12, and his monthly salary is RMB 4,200.
The moment he fell due to heat stroke, his nose woke up first - fifty meters away, he smelled a roll of old gauze that had been hidden for ten years.
What's even more outrageous is what follows:
The rusty iron pieces in the scrap metal pile melted directly into the mouth. The half-centimetre-thick tool box was smashed open with one punch, leaving not even a mark on the back of the hand.
It turns out that only things that have been thrown away can be swallowed: swallowing iron increases strength, swallowing aluminum strengthens toughness, and swallowing a mirror allows you to see the old lady combing her lost daughter's hair for twenty years.
He thought he was the chosen one until Lao Zhaotou opened the drawer——
Thirty years ago, his son Zhao Han was exactly like him.
Before leaving, he left six words: Dad, I'm fine.
Some people in the organization where I have been hiding for thirty years said that my ability has long been outdated.
But Zhang Ergou is not here to be a hero.
He hadn't experienced the cold wind in the ATM cubicle in five years.
He keeps old things that can be swallowed for those who have been forgotten.
What he couldn't swallow - his mother's dialysis bill, Xiaoyu's report card, the half piece of steamed bun Tietou stuffed him -
Take your life to protect you.
