Seeing the word "Xiao Jiang" displayed on the small screen of the elderly phone, a pure smile appeared on Sun Xiaobao's dark face, as joyful as a child.
Turns out there's still someone in this world who remembers this old man!
"Hey, Xiao Jiang, you're back home, right? Happy New Year! And I wish your whole family a Happy New Year too."
After the call connected, Sun Xiaobao cheerfully offered his New Year wishes first.
"Old Sun, Happy New Year to you too, let me pay my respects and wish you good health and no illness in the New Year."
"You kid! Are you patronizing your uncle again?"
"Don't worry, your uncle won't collect trash anymore, won't cause you trouble."
As Sun Xiaobao spoke, he glanced at a plastic bag placed at the wall of the TV wall store.
Inside it was about ten kilograms of discarded rebar he picked up twice.
Yesterday, with his cell phone, dry food, and a thermos of water, Sun Xiaobao made another trip to the demolition area of Bai Gezhuang.
