Chapter 1

"Don't Throw Garbage into the River God's River!" Author: Da

Jiangshi

[Complete + bonus chapters]

Synopsis:

When He Qinglan woke up, he nearly began questioning his life as a god.

His Qinglan River, once the most beautiful river in Huazhou, had become one of Huazhou's notorious sewage rivers, its flow interrupted in places, most of its bed dry, filthy everywhere and filled with garbage.

To keep himself from dying along with his river, the River God began a daily routine of frantically picking up garbage.

Shocking! A gorgeous man went to the river every day to pick up garbage!

Shocking! The gorgeous garbage collector came to blows with six immoral litterbugs and took them all on without a scratch!

Shocking! The gorgeous garbage collector talked another would-be suicide out of jumping into the river today! A true good Samaritan for the modern age!

Shocking! The gorgeous garbage collector built a shack beside the river to make collecting garbage easier!

Breaking!! Seafood tycoon Shui Wuyuan appeared in the gorgeous garbage collector's shack!!!!

He Qinglan: Don't throw garbage into my river! This god has no gold garbage or silver garbage to give you!!

He Qinglan: Go die somewhere else! Don't dirty my river!!

There was a beautiful river in Huazhou. It began among the mountain peaks and flowed through plateaus, basins, and plains.

It had nurtured a splendid culture and heritage, and had once been beautiful and glorious.

Then it dried up.

No one spoke of it again.

A thousand years later.

Everyone living beside the river hated this sewage river and wished it would cease to exist.

No one remembered the river's former beauty and glory.

But the River God knew.

And so the stagnant water came alive.

Contents included, but were not limited to, collecting garbage, selling seafood, and even heroes being brought low by a lack of money.

The protagonist had once been incomparably wealthy and powerful. As for what came afterward... the less said, the fewer tears.

The top was outrageously rich and did whatever he pleased. Rain followed him wherever he went. A Trash-Talk King with MAX taunting ability, he would even roast himself when he got vicious.

Also: this story had

the entertainment industry

very little to do with it, apart from frequent appearances on Weibo's trending searches. After all, the top was outrageously rich, willful, and mouthy.

The book had adorable pets and wild beasts, as well as love and peace.

Comeuppances happened every day. Though the bottom was briefly poor, he was an absolute badass.

You won't regret bookmarking it!! Plot theft will be pursued!!!

January 24, 2021. A plot bunny left here by Jiangshi.

Content tags:

Farming

fiction

Feel-good fiction

Eastern fantasy

Adorable pets

Search keywords: Main characters: He Qinglan, Shui Wuyuan | Supporting characters: garbage, seafood, no axes | Other:

One-line summary: Don't litter! There's no gold garbage or silver garbage!

Theme: Treat polluted water and protect our home.

Brief review:

When the River God woke up, he nearly began questioning his life as a god. His Qinglan River, once ranked the most beautiful river in Huazhou, had become one of Huazhou's notorious sewage rivers, its flow interrupted in places, most of its bed dry, filthy throughout and filled with garbage. To keep himself from dying along with his river, the River God began a daily routine of frantically picking up garbage. After finally restoring his own river, he discovered ruined mountains, seas, forests... and so the River God could only work hard to help humanity. This is a story about humanity's destruction and alteration of nature, confronting the disasters caused by that destruction from the perspective of "gods," or of nature and living creatures themselves. Gods do not exist in the real world, but nature does. Nature is watching us. May the world ultimately reach an ending as beautiful and harmonious as this story's.

Chapter 1

It was July. Even on a starless night thick with dark clouds, there was not a hint of coolness.

The summer cicadas' frantic cries filled the ears. A stifling wind carried dust across the cracked earth and swept over a riverbed occupied by all manner of garbage.

Amid that dryness and garbage, a murky trickle only a finger's width across flowed slowly onward. It seemed to be trying to reach somewhere farther away, but the feeble stream was soon absorbed by the parched riverbed. Finally, it sank underground, leaving a patch of mud.

At the very center of that mud lay an ugly black fish with mottled scales. Only the faint twitching of its tail fin proved it was still alive. Its dull eyes held intense guilt and anguish as it stared fixedly at the blue bead diagonally ahead of it.

The instant the last trickle sank completely underground, no longer supplying the river with water, the ugly black fish saw a web of cracks suddenly spread across the blue bead.

Those cracks seemed to split the ugly black fish's heart itself. It let out a strange, hoarse cry of grief, then actually flipped itself into the air. With all its strength, it condensed a droplet of water on its dark forehead, trying to moisten that fragile, beautiful blue bead once more.

But it had too little water.

It could not even wet the bead's surface.

It was dying too.

It had no strength left to repair that gem.

Thunder rumbled, and the hot wind carrying dust and garbage suddenly turned violent.

It seemed a torrential downpour would spill from the sky at any moment.

Utterly spent, the ugly black fish fell into the filthy mud. One eye stared stubbornly up at the sky, hoping desperately for life-giving rain that could save this dying river at the last moment and keep the blue gem from shattering.

But the rain still did not fall.

Several more of the ugly black fish's scales fell off in the gale. It looked even more like a stinking, rotting dead fish.

The eager hope in its eyes dwindled until the last spark died. Finally, it even began to sob.

Yet it could not shed a single tear.

Then a world-shaking thunderclap rang out across the land.

At that same instant, the blue bead covered in spiderweb cracks burst apart with a bang!

Amid the ugly black fish's piercing, desperately feeble cries, rain poured down.

Fat raindrops soaked the dried-out riverbed and splashed onto the ugly black fish.

But the ugly black fish only stared blankly at the shattered remains of the blue bead, crying mournfully.

"Whimper-"

"Whimper, whimper-!"

Those cries of piercing grief were so faint that they could not even carry through the wind and rain.