"Explosion is art!
Explosion, exhilarating!"
On the deserted mountainside, Chen Zhou let himself loose, loudly shouting a cliché popular on the internet, surrounded by dust and the smell of gunpowder, as he swung his wooden shovel to clear the shelter.
Bucket after bucket, just loading the scattered sand and soil from the explosion into wooden buckets and dumping them onto the platform took an entire afternoon.
Working until the sky turned dark and his arms started to ache, Chen Zhou finally cleared out the soil pile outside, packed up his tools, and returned to the cave.
Between November 29 and December 3, the mountainside echoed with a roar every day.
The nearby wild goats might have been startled and relocated their base; Chen Zhou hadn't seen them on the platform these days.
However, the birds in the forest gradually adapted to this change, and recently, fewer flew up after a blast.
The shelter construction progressed like a rocket, racing ahead.
