As the work continued, the mud in front of them had piled up like a small mountain.
Nearby, a water truck was continuously using a high-pressure water gun to wash the mud clumps, breaking the large chunks into fine silt.
After a preliminary screening, they had already cleared out a lot of debris from the mud: conch shells, pebbles, broken branches...
By the time they reached the 18th basket, Wan looked back at the mountain-like pile of mud and sighed, "My God, we've sorted through 18 baskets, and we're exhausted, yet we've only completed a third?"
Jiang An wiped the sweat from his forehead and encouraged, "Look at it this way, we've already finished a third."
"Just hold on a bit more and we'll be done. Keep it up!"
Wan shrugged helplessly, "This job is killing me; when I go back, my girlfriend will definitely give me a piece of her mind."
