The night gradually deepened, and the people by the river became fewer and fewer.
Both adults and children have gone home to rest.
In the distance by the small river, the Fishing Men's night-float bobbed up and down in the water, making it seem like there were still quite a few people around.
The Fishing Men would never fish near the town. There are too many people, too noisy, and the fish get scared, so they stay far away.
Of course, to say, the water near the town still has a lot of fish because there's a lot to eat. But the quality of the fish isn't good because the water around the town is always polluted.
The bright solar lights of the town government by the riverbank were no longer as bright.
Under the dim light, that old Mrs. Wen patted her tired old waist and was also getting ready to wrap up her stall.
Standing while making pancakes and sitting to cool off, it's indeed exhausting by the end of the day.
