I am weak and friendly

Chapter 12 Young man, can you teach Auntie?
The clothing donation bins in the community have been empty for a long time and are now overflowing.

So it's a bit difficult to open its lid.

Fortunately, the piece of clothing that Tang Yiping was looking for was on it.

This is a men's overcoat, and it looks quite nice, except for a slight stain on the left hem.

Otherwise, let's take it back to Master Tang. This coat is more expensive than Master Tang's entire wardrobe.

Tsk, I'm such a filial son!

Thinking this, Tang Yiping reached into the side pocket of his coat and pulled out a red envelope.

He didn't count; he just pinched it and figured he had at least a thousand yuan in his pocket.

Looking at the zodiac animal on the red envelope, sure enough, it's a design from at least five or six years ago.

Whose New Year's money went missing? Hopefully it wasn't Zhang Zitong.

After putting the red envelope into his pocket, Tang Yiping felt a strange, indescribable sense of disorientation.

This feeling of disorientation is even stronger than when I found the 5200 yuan yesterday.

He had always thought that the 5200 yuan he found yesterday was just luck, but the things he found one after another tonight proved that it was not luck.

He was quite happy when he pulled the hundred-yuan bill out of the sofa cushions after getting off work in the afternoon.

But now, when he receives the money, he doesn't even feel that it's real.

is this real?
Did I really find at least 2000 yuan in cash?
Is this the way of life for the weak?

If that's the case, wouldn't the lives of the weak be too easy and too happy?

For someone with the ability to "eat carrion," this city is a treasure trove.

All he had to do was reach out and open the treasure chest.

They really found money on the street.

This was even after he had to give up most of his goals due to physical limitations.

This had a tremendous impact on his worldview.

He fell into a state of indescribable confusion.

—Observe the process of mosquitoes sucking blood and learn the C-level survival skill: [Bloodsucking]

"Snapped!"

Tang Yiping was jolted awake by his own slap.

Let's not even talk about the fact that many of these things are non-renewable resources, since it's impossible for little Zhang Zitong to lose money every day. Even if she's lucky enough to find two thousand every night, it would still take her more than half a month to raise enough money for her 30,000 yuan injection of Nusinersen sodium, and she might not even be able to raise enough before her next injection.

Not to mention buying a 5090 for Master Tang. Tang Yiping has already checked, and the current price of graphics cards is simply outrageous, completely different from the official price he remembers.

Tang Yiping could only curse angrily: "This is what it means to pick up money when you're a profiteer!"

Even if I collect cards from morning till night, I still won't earn as much as someone else reselling a single card.

And with this analogy, that sense of reality that was taken away from us returns.

The cost of the injection every four months is over 30,000 yuan, plus the costs of other medications, supplements, examinations, rehabilitation, and even my tuition and living expenses...

It turns out that all the pressure is on my shoulders. When I open my eyes, the second hand is ticking away. The pressure to make money every second is like this.

Suffocating.

Master Tang and Master Mu have been under this kind of pressure for so long.

Just as Tang Yiping was thinking this, a beep sounded, indicating a message had arrived.

Master Tang: "Are you off work yet? Go catch your bus early."

"I'm off work, having some fun outside, I'll be back soon."

Mr. Tang: "If it doesn't work out, you should rent a place. It's not convenient for you to travel so far every day."

—Observe the process of a mosquito sucking blood and learn the C-level survival skill [Bloodsucking]... *smack*

"Okay," Tang Yiping replied while swatting the mosquito.

As night deepened, the number of mosquitoes increased.

To solve the problem, Tang Yiping took out his phone and sent a message to the "tool":

"By the way, Lao Tang, what was the name of that mosquito repellent we used last time we went camping? There were so many mosquitoes, it was so annoying."

Tang Yiping has been bothered by mosquitoes several times today. He needs to find a solution, otherwise he will get bitten sooner or later.

Master Tang: "For indoor use, use pyrethroids; for outdoor use, use 10% DEET or 20% picaridin. However, DEET needs to be applied to all the skin, while picaridin can be sprayed on. I recommend it."

"OK! Order placed, I'm off to have some fun."

Master Tang: "Be careful."

The "tool" is offline.

Old Tang, just wait and see, I'll make you a 5090!

Tang Yiping, full of energy once again, maneuvered his wheelchair and sped away. A moment later, he arrived at a trash can.

Just as he was about to rummage through the trash can, he heard a voice.

"Young man..."

Ugh……

When will this ever end?

I only gave way to you because you're older and a local strongman, okay?

Isn't it pointless for you to keep bothering me?

There's no name written on this trash can!
Unless you are Zhang Zitong, I won't accept this!
If you keep doing this, I'll have to resort to other methods!
Tang Yiping turned around with a bit of annoyance, looking at the panting, sweating scavenging aunt, intending to say a few words, and then, when she was half-dead with anger, he would simply feign weakness and make his escape.

You didn't expect this, did you? I have an invisibility cheat!

"Young man, how do you rummage through the trash? Can you teach me?"

Tang Yiping: "???"

What an eager-to-learn auntie!

"Can't it be taught? It's not to be passed on to outsiders? It's passed down to sons but not daughters? It's passed down to daughters-in-law but not sons-in-law?"

Auntie, what version is this?

"This... I don't know how to teach it either..."

How do you teach [Carrion Eating]? Could it be: "Auntie, it's actually very simple. You just need to have a dream, mess up a random system, pick up the [Weak] and [Friendly] attributes that others don't want, then activate the [Survival Guide for the Weak], and you can run to the alleyways to find the mice and learn [Carrion Eating]?"

It's really simple!

“Young man, you don’t need to teach me. Auntie can just watch.” The auntie said confidently, “Back when I was an apprentice, I was the fastest learner among all my fellow apprentices. My master was a senior technician who received a stipend, and everyone said I was amazing! If I hadn’t changed jobs in the middle, I might be a master craftsman now!”

"Besides, young man, you're not feeling well, are you? I'll do the work, you just give me instructions, and whatever we find is yours."

Tang Yiping was stunned. This works?
The aunt said, "Anyway, young man, you're a dragon crossing the river, you won't stay here every day, will you?"

The auntie spoke fluent jargon.

That's true. For Tang Yiping, scanning it once has no other value, and scanning it again is too inefficient.

“But this is really hard for me to learn,” Tang Yiping said.

"You just teach, and you'll see," the aunt said, patting her chest with great confidence.

"Then... let's split it in half."

"Splitting it 30/70, I get 30%."

"Let's go to the next location." Tang Yiping took out his phone.

"Young man, wait for me a moment, I'm going back to get my bike."

A moment later, the old man and the young man set off again.

Sweeping through several nearby residential areas, it drew glares and disapproval from countless elderly women and men, stirring up a storm in the world of scavenging.

nine thirty.

Tang Yiping and Aunt Zhang, who had been working side by side for more than an hour, said goodbye at the entrance of Mingshu Haoting.

"Mr. Hirako, when will you come next time?"

"I have not decided yet."

"Anyway, I wander around the neighborhood every night, so you can look for me then." Aunt Zhang was very mindful of boundaries and didn't ask to add Tang Yiping on WeChat.

"Okay, I'll come find you when I get here." Tang Yiping also felt comfortable; he had a very fruitful night.

"Where are you going now? If you're not in a hurry, why don't you come to my house for a while? Have some water and rest."

"No, it's too late now, I have to catch the subway."

"Oh, it's alright. My son will be off work soon. Where are you going? I'll have him drive you there," Aunt Zhang said.

"No need, my wheelchair can't fit it in the trunk."

“It’s okay, I’ll have him drive the Range Rover.”

"Auntie, I don't want to try... cough cough, no need, thank you Aunt Zhang."

"Not at all, Mr. Hirako taught me so much, it's my duty, it's my duty."

Did I really teach that much? How come I don't know?
As Aunt Zhang bid him a reluctant farewell, Tang Yiping turned and drove towards the subway station.

Just two intersections past, Tang Yiping suddenly heard a voice:
"Excuse me, are you also a user of the 'Survival Guide for the Weak'?"

　This idea is really imaginative...

　　The next chapter will introduce the world-building...

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　　Uncle Ha's book has been out for several days, but it hasn't even made it onto the category's new book chart yet...sad.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)