"Xiao Wan, there are so many good things at the waste recycling stations. Why don't we go to other cities for a while and specifically look for recycling stations?" Liang Hongmei said excitedly.
"Mom, these things depend on luck, it's fine as it is. We don't rely on this to make money. By the way, did you put away those monkey stamps I gave you? Don't let them get damp."
"Those things are just a few cents each, you see them all over the streets, and yet you treat them like treasures. Can they really be that valuable?" Liang Hongmei glanced at her daughter indulgently, but still wrapped them in plastic as her daughter advised.
