Midsummer in the west of Jiangzhou City looks like a big steamer upside down on a gas stove.
In addition to the rolling heat wave, there is also a pungent sour smell fermenting in the air - it is rotten cardboard, moldy old books, mixed with leftover sour water that has been left for an unknown period of time, a unique "ecstasy" smell suffocated at a high temperature of 38 degrees.
"What are you doing! Be quick with your hands and feet! You are doing embroidery like a big girl. I paid you sixty yuan a day to let you come here to enjoy the cool air?"
The owner of the scrap yard, Wang Dazui, was shirtless, exposing his white fat body. He was holding a half-smoked low-quality Hongmei cigarette in his mouth. He was sitting with his legs crossed in front of the only electric fan that shook his head, pointing at the figure a few meters away and yelling curses.
Under the scorching sun, Lin Zhaochuan was bending over, digging away at a mountain of scrap paper that was as tall as two people. His whole body was soaked with sweat, and his washed gray T-shirt clung tightly to his back, stretching out his slightly thin but straight spine.
