I came across a pile of cabbages newly thrown by the roadside in the ditch when I walked past with my flat-tired bicycle. The spot was between the power grid and the bridge. The dumped cabbages must have been grown on a nearby farm. Some of them were good for eating. But my bike couldn't carry any that day. What a shame！Two days later on Monday I cycled to school with two bags and a kitchen knife in the hope of finding the cabbages remaining there. Fortunately, no one had touched them. It took me two days to move the chosen cabbages to school and home.