It was seven in the morning.
Nanyun province, Jingjiang City.
A layer of mist rose on the surface of the Jing River. The mist was moist, and it seemed to have dyed the entire vicinity of the river into a classical ink-wash painting. The distant mountains could be vaguely seen, and the ancient temple was leisurely.
Woof woof ...
A few dogs barked somewhere on the riverbank, and then a Hound appeared. A man in a sanitation uniform was picking up garbage by the river with a pair of long garbage pliers.
This place was very close to the ancient temple of Jingjiang. Many tourists would pass by here on normal days. There was a trash can almost every ten meters on the side of the road, but there were still people who would throw away their trash.
The sanitation workers had to clean every day, and they could clear out a large amount of garbage every day ...
"Woof ... Woof woof ..."