"Thank you…" The man looked up, which only served to stun Fangzheng even more! It was a man who looked to be in his fifties, and his hair was grizzled, but he wore a tenacious expression. However, he was ultimately a bit too old. Although Salted Fish swept away the snow on Mt. One Finger every day, there was no way to get completely rid of the northeastern snow.
Just a gust of wind would bring distant snow to a cleanly swept area, covering the area. Therefore, the act of sweeping away the snow wasn't to sweep it clean, but to reduce the snow a little, making it easier for people to walk.
