The Interstellar Queen of Scavengers

Transportedtoagarbage-filledplanetintheinterstellarera,JiYouwassopoorshewasnearlydiggingthesoiltoeat,but...thesoilwastoxicandinedible...Withnootherchoice,shehadtolowerherstandardsandpickuptrashandsellscrap,suchasthesebeautifulgrassseedsthatnoonewanted.Shegatheredthemandthreadedthemintobeadstosellonline.Butonceshepostedthemonline,someoneleftanegativereview:'Sellinggrassseeds?Areyoucrazyformoney?'Dayslater,thispersonwaspoundingthewallinregret:'Ibegyou,sellmeagrassseedbead,justone!Justoneisenough.'JiYoucoldlyresponded:'Notselling!'Andthenthere'sthesparklingstoneslyingalloverthestreetsthatnobodywanted.Shepickedthemup,polishedthemintobracelets,andsoldthemonline.Peoplelashedoutwiththeirwords:'Sellingsuchbrokenrocks-haveyouneverseenmoney?'Dayslater,thosesamepeoplewerecryingandwailing:'Iwasblind,Iwassoshortsighted,tooverlooksuchbeautifulandprettystones.Ibegyou,sellmeone.'JiYouspreadherhands:'Gone.'