After transmigrating, he supported his family by working at a garbage dump.

"The old man with the white beard gave me a book. If I want to know something, that book will tell me the answer," Xu Zhuzhu stammered, making up an excuse. "What book?" Xu Wenjie, intrigued, asked, as he was always very interested in calligraphy and painting. Oh no! Xu Zhuzhu gripped her clothes tightly. How could she forget that her father was so inquisitive? Just as she was wondering what to do, she suddenly felt something hard inside her sleeve and pulled it out. "Is this it?"... "What to sort into what?" A garbage sorting manual...