How many people live a glamorous life during the day, just as many toil in humble jobs at night.
Outside Xuanzhu County, under the large locust tree by the riverbank, White Night draped in a gray robe leaned against the decayed trunk, quietly watching the distant village lights. The pungent stench from the dark river seemed to have no effect on him.
It seemed that White Night had a lifelong connection with the night.
His father was a night soil collector. At night, he followed his father on deliveries, usually setting out in the early hours when everyone was asleep and returning before dawn, delivering night soil to the estates outside the county. The estate servants would then use it for farming.
