After resting for three hours, Ye Jian was no longer sleepy. Seeing that her comrades had returned to their tents obediently, she walked to the snow pile that looked like a small mountain. Three hours of shoveling didn't seem to have any effect on it.
"There's too much snow on the ground. There were a few snow slides during the shoveling process. They covered the road that we took so much effort to clear up." Qin Xiu shook his sore wrist gently and looked at Ye Jian. He didn't seem to be in the mood. "Five hours might not be enough. Although they're shoveling snow over there, the situation there is probably the same as what's happening here."
The snow was connected to the mountain. One side was like a pile of sand. While the other side was shoveling, the snow on the top was sinking. As long as the snow on the mountain was cut off from the pile of snow on the ground, there would no longer be any signs of snow falling.
