"Shit... Where did these people come from?"
Standing on the ruins of the ruins, I held a monocular telescope wrapped with tape in my hand and looked at the construction site not far away.
There were three or five people there, carrying stones and hardened cement blocks in wheelbarrows.
They move very fast and won't stay here any more. They can shovel enough for one truck and then walk away.
I want to break my head and wonder where those people came from and built a stronghold under their eyes.
In his impression, the Linghu Wetland Park is a place where birds do not shit