My Trash Heap Is Full of Treasures

On the first day Qin You inherited her grandfather's antique restoration shop, a flying coffin lid from a freshly unearthed coffin smacked her into an unfamiliar world overrun by ghosts. She became a frail, sickly orphan of eighteen, thin as a rail and on the verge of death at any moment. Her entire inheritance was a mountain of rubbish, and she had no idea where her next meal would come from. Qin You thought, At least this mountain of rubbish can be sorted through, repaired, and sold secondhand. There's still hope of getting enough to eat. Patch up a ruined talisman and it can ward off evil and disaster. Combine three broken magical artifacts and they're more than enough to deal with little ghosts and monsters. Melt down the scraps of swords and blades, and you'll have a great flying companion for slaying monsters. Give that newly acquired broken mirror a wipe and it can reveal demons and ghosts, then give them a sauna. The people who used to steer clear of the rubbish mountain now eagerly awaited new products from the young shopkeeper, Qin You. It didn't matter what she sold: anything they could get their hands on was a bargain. Even the chickens she raised and vegetables she grew in her backyard were brimming with spiritual energy and good enough to eat as pills. Ghosts and monsters often came by, too. Picking up a few little things humans didn't care about was better than nothing when it came to staying alive. Later, everyone discovered that the rubbish above ground was nothing special. The real treasures were buried beneath it. Qin You: So it turns out my rubbish mountain is a treasure mountain. Everyone and every ghost: Please, Boss Qin, sell us a little! Anything at all! Theme: The harder life gets, the harder you have to work at living.