Time Travel in 1988: the Counterattack Life of Waste Commoners

A top cultural relic restorer accidentally traveled through time and became a street idler in 1988. Although I don't have much in my body, I have hands and a brain. Get on the old three-wheeler, get into the fireworks alley, and turn "collecting rags" into "collecting civilization." Neighbors laughed at me, my parents shook their heads, and my girlfriend broke up. When everyone thought I was covered in ashes, I had used the dust under my feet to pave a smooth road to wealth that others could not learn from.