After Transmigrating, I Feed My Family with a Junkyard

[Not a wish-fulfillment story + coming-of-age + slow burn] Not your cup of tea? Don't read!

“An old man with a white beard also gave me a book. Whenever I want to know something, it tells me the answer,” Xu Zhuzhu stammered, making up an excuse.

“What book?” Xu Wenjie grew interested at once and couldn't help asking. He had always loved books and painting.

Oh no!

Xu Zhuzhu gripped the hem of her clothes. How could she forget that her father was so eager to learn? As she struggled to think of what to do, she suddenly felt something hard in her sleeve and pulled it out.

“Is this the book?”

“Gar...bage...sort...ing...and...breaking...up...?”

A guide to sorting garbage…