The cold moonlight shone on the demolition zone of Bai Gezhuang, like a wasteland bombarded several times by missiles.
It was still the same collapsed small building where Jiang Tao had once rescued Sun Xiaobao.
It was still the same floor slab, still the same person.
Sun Xiaobao was once again crushed by that same floor slab that had previously pressed him down.
Last time, when Jiang Tao rescued him, he left in a hurry.
Sun Xiaobao hadn't even managed to take the dozen or so pounds of steel rebar he had collected.
After recovering, the more he thought about it, the more he felt it was a shame.
A dozen pounds of steel rebar, at the current scrap iron price, could sell for over ten yuan, losing it was a real pity!
So, Sun Xiaobao revisited the same place and returned there.
Fortunately, almost no one came to this place, and he easily found the dozen or so pounds of rebar he had lost last time.
Then, his itchy hands went to bend the rebars that hadn't been bent last time.
