"Report, sir! The river outside the city has become clear!"
Lin Mo was leaning on the haystack at the post station to catch up on his sleep, when he was woken up by this voice. He turned over irritably, covered his head with the tattered quilt, and cursed vaguely: "If it becomes clear, it will become clear. What does it have to do with me?"
"Sir, you didn't see it!" Zhang Dashan, a sergeant at the post station, rushed in and knelt on the ground. "The river started to turn black and smelly three years ago. It suddenly became clear this morning. It's as clear as mountain spring water. You can clearly see the pebbles underneath!"
Lin Mo lifted off the quilt, sat up, rubbed his eyes and looked at Zhang Dashan's face that was flushed with excitement. This guy was an old sergeant at the post station. He was usually a very steady person, but now his whole body was trembling. The enthusiasm in his eyes made Lin Mo's heart skip a beat.
"What else?" Lin Mo asked tentatively.
"What's more!" Zhang Dashan swallowed, "This year the locust plague has spread to three provinces, but not a single locust has flown in within a ten-mile radius of ours! People say it's because you slept at the inn, it's a blessing from the sky!"
