Zanthoxylum bungeanum

Chapter 60
After Uncle Yanzi Li Hui came, Zheng Jinshui and Niu San went up to the roof, picked out the bad tiles, sorted the good tiles into piles and threw them down, while he caught them and put them neatly on the ground.

All three were quick-witted people, and they worked hard without making a sound, and by two o'clock in the afternoon, all the tiles and beams on the roof were exposed.

Zheng Jinshui cleaned up the sundries with a broom, checked and repaired the tile beams, and prepared to start tiling again.

"Everyone is busy." Lu Zhengyong walked in through the open door, followed by Wang Mazi.

Seeing that Zheng Jinshui and Niu San didn't talk to each other, Li Hui had to answer.

Lu Zhengyong watched as Niu San and Zheng Jinshui stood on both sides of the eaves. Li Hui threw a stack of tiles up from below, and the two took turns to catch them and put them on top of the tile beams. Then he looked at Wang Mazi beside him, "Xiaogao, help everyone , to send tiles with Li Hui."

Wang Mazi was full of reluctance. He didn't do the job at all, but he didn't dare to be disobedient. He walked slowly to the place where the tiles were piled up and picked up four tiles.

"Wang Mazi, don't you have any strength?" Li Hui came over to see Nawa and smiled.

Wang Mazi ignored him, carried the tile to the eaves, looked up, and tested the weight of the tile in his hand.

"Come on." Seeing him hesitating, Zheng Jinshui urged him to wait.

Wang Mazi had no choice but to throw it upwards vigorously.

Seeing his shot, Zheng Jinshui knew it was going to be bad, and hurriedly shouted, "Get out of here."

The tiles flew into the air, separated one by one, stopped rising, and fell down.

Wang Mazi was dumbfounded, staring blankly at the tiles smacking towards him.

Li Hui, who was walking over with the tile in his arms, saw that he rushed forward and threw the frightened Wang Mazi to the ground, avoiding the falling tile.

"Crash..."

The tiles shattered all over the place.

Lu Zhengyong frowned, this cousin really can't do anything, the mud can't support the wall.

"Wang Mazi, are you alright?" Li Hui got up from the ground, saw his pale face, and reached out to help him.

Wang Mazi was taken aback, his hands and feet went limp, he looked at Lu Zhengyong's livid face, and hurriedly shook his head, "It's okay, I'm fine."

Zheng Jinshui saw it from a high place, "Wang Mazi, I estimate that there are fifty or sixty tiles short, please help me to go to another house to see, there are good tiles there, we can pick them up later."

"Okay." There are many abandoned houses in the village, nothing else, there are tiles everywhere, Zheng Jinshui is obviously stepping down for himself, Wang Mazi hastily agreed, and walked out quickly.

Li Hui tidied up the broken tiles and continued to throw them up.

Lu Zhengyong stood for a while, seeing that no one was talking to him, he could only say, "I still have something to do, you guys should be busy."

Li Hui nodded to him, "No."

Niu San stood tall and looked far away, and when he saw Lu Zhengyong walking far away, he asked, "Brother Zheng, I don't see anything right, is Lu Zhengyong trying to plot something bad again?"

"You think too much, we are here to turn tiles for two old people, he is a village head, just come and see, there is something wrong."

Niu San fell silent, and continued working for a while. When Wang Mazi came back, he was relieved to see that Lu Zhengyong was not there.

"Brother Zheng, there is one next door to Wa."

Zheng Jinshui nodded, "Got it."

Wang Mazi looked at Li Hui again, "Brother Li, thank you just now, oh, what a shame."

"What are you talking about? You never do this kind of work. Your cousin is trying to drive ducks to the shelves." Li Hui told the truth.

Wang Mazi laughed dryly, "Is there any work for me?"

There was a lot of work, and he didn't dare to do anything for him. Zheng Jinshui shook his head, "No, you can go back."

Wang Mazi was just talking politely, and he left immediately after hearing what he said.

Three people worked until after five o'clock in the evening, and they used all the tiles, and they were still short of seven or eighty yuan.

"That's it for today, call it a day and go home for dinner." Zheng Jinshui looked at the sky and it was too late to go to the next door to fetch tiles.

The three packed up and left.

(End of this chapter)