The humble Ye Wuming was reborn in a famine year and discovered that the pottery basin left behind by his mother could be exchanged for modern garbage!
Gutter oil? High salt and heavy oil!
Glass beads? The best colored glaze!
Whose house doesn't classify its decorations and throws rebar everywhere?
Some good guy has a pistol hidden in his garbage bag!
Whose "Anthology of Thought Reform" will be thrown away if you don't read it?
Who hid the jade seal in my refrigerator?
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My name is Ye Wuming, and I am an unknown person who sells garbage during the famine years. I really don't want to be a rebel and an emperor!