After his grandfather passed away, Chen Shi returned to the village in the city to collect his belongings, leaving only an old scale and a yard of junk. The owner of the recycling station used a ghost scale to trick him, and the village bully forced him to clear his yard. Everyone said: The grandson of the King of Rags is still the King of Rags.
Until a drop of blood seeped into the scale star, he suddenly could see the afterimages on the old things - the evil trick of the black-hearted boss to change the scale in the middle of the night, the last wish sealed in the pot by the famous purple clay craftsman, the evidence of crime hidden by the corrupt official in the old mobile phone, and the life of the old carpenter embedded in the mortise and tenon joints. People can lie, objects cannot.
From then on, he went around the streets to collect scraps: he collected old crafts and learned a new skill; he collected old evidence of crimes and sent evildoers away; he collected old tokens and brought them home for the deceased. A steelyard weighs one's conscience, and one thing carries one person.
From urban village recycling depots to urban mines, from junk shops to auction houses, he turned what others saw as rubbish into a golden avenue.
There are days hidden in the rags, and there are people in the days. He is Chen Shi, the Shi who scavenges, the Shi who scavenges.
