Phoenix Sheep Mountain.
At the foot of the mountain, several village women were doing the laundry by the riverside together, leisurely washing the clothes in the slow-flowing river water. After their wash, they would place them on a stone stool by the river and beat them dry.
Children aged three to five were frolicking around happily, it was a scene of leisure and joy.
This little river flowed down from the top of the mountain. The water surface was as clear as a mirror, and the scales of the fish swimming in it could be seen clearly.
"Huh?"
Suddenly, one of the farm women made a sound of surprise.
"What's wrong?" Several people nearby turned to look.
"Look at the river..." The farm woman pointed at the river, and the others turned their heads to look, immediately noticing that something was wrong.
