20 years of teaching

Chapter 82 My master is dead

Fan Feilin squatted down, looked at her father's masterpiece, stretched out her thumb and said, "Dad, you are really good. You can also be a stonemason?"

Fan Tong beat the fire brick carefully, and said: "I am a stonemason, so I will naturally know the craft of a stonemason."

"I thought you were just a contractor." Fan Feilin laughed.

Fan Tong stopped working and said proudly, "I became a contractor because I am an excellent mason."

"Excellent stonemason? Dad, are you bragging? I saw you doing stonemason work for the first time today."

Fan Tong put down his hammer, sat on a firebrick, and said: "There were no more than two stonemasons in Lingnan Town who could compare with me in craftsmanship. Let's talk about stealing the foot of the wall. Those who dare to do it and do it well, There are not many people in Lingnan Town now."

"Dad, are there any tricks to stealing from walls?" Fan Feilin asked.

Fan Tong said eloquently: "For sure, first of all, you must have the courage to replace the bottom layer of the entire wall. Most people dare not do it. Even if you have the courage and no skills, the wall collapsed on the spot when someone was doing this job. .I can not only replace the foot of the wall smoothly, but also straighten the crooked wall. There are probably only two people in Lingnan Town who know the secret of this.”

Fascinated by what she heard, Fan Feilin squatted beside her father and helped him beat his back, flatteringly said: "Dad, this unique skill must not be lost. You can teach it to me, and I will be your apprentice."

Fan Tong smiled and said: "You are a girl, what's the use of learning this craft? It is serious to teach you well. This job, no matter how deep or skillful the trick is, it is useless. It used to be very popular, but now there are not many people. If someone is hired to do this, the adobe houses will be knocked down and rebuilt. It is estimated that in a few years, the adobe houses will disappear, and only your poor schools will steal the walls. This dilapidated house should have been demolished long ago.”

"Dad, who taught you this skill?" Fan Feilin stopped to beat her back and looked at her father with interest.

"Master, my master is highly skilled, and all his apprentices can steal from the wall." Fan Tong said.

"You have a master?" Fan Feilin had a surprised expression.

"I don't have a master, so can't I be self-taught?"

Fan Feilin stared into her father's eyes and said solemnly: "Dad, you are wrong! I have never heard you say that you have a master, and I have never seen you go to the master's house. A teacher for a day, a father for life, and a festival For Chinese New Year, you should bring your things to the master's house."

Fan Tong looked astonished, avoiding his daughter's gaze, picked up the hammer, stood up, and said roughly, "Hurry up, I have to work."

"Dad, you haven't answered my question yet, have you fallen out with your master?" Fan Feilin asked.

"My master is dead! Hurry up and go home if you have nothing to do in school." Fan Tong said with a livid face.

"Ah? Dad, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Let me help you." Fan Feilin bent down to pick up the dustpan containing the broken bricks.

"I don't even want help from others, can I ask you to help?" Fan Tong stopped his daughter and put on a smiling face, "Do you know the main reason why not many people know how to steal the wall?"

"Why?" Fan Feilin asked.

"Because it's dangerous to do this! When I was just learning masonry, someone in the old street of Lingnan Town was killed by a collapsed wall while stealing the foot of the wall. Most people are unwilling to learn this craft."

"Dad, don't do it!" Fan Feilin's expression changed in fright.

"I'm quitting. What if the wall falls down and hits my daughter? There's been a lot of rain this year. The walls on both sides of your house and the [-] centimeters above the ground are all wet. If you don't replace the foot of the wall, it may really collapse. .”

"Then I don't want this house anymore, you don't have to do it anymore." Fan Feilin took her father's arm and wanted to go out of the room.

Fan Qiang broke free from his daughter's hand and said, "Don't worry, I just said that stealing the foot of the wall is dangerous. In fact, everything that stonemasons do is dangerous. For example, when building a new house now, four people carry it Walking on a high wall with more than 600 kilograms of prefabricated panels is more dangerous than this. The two walls are not very skewed, and I am level and high, so I can ensure that the walls will not collapse [-]%.”

"Since it won't collapse, it means it's safe. Then I'll accompany you here and help you move the bricks." Fan Feilin said.

Fan Tong pushed her daughter and drove her out of the house, "Hurry up and ask your mother to cook something delicious. I will cook for an hour and then go back to eat, and come back to do it in the afternoon. You are here, I can't concentrate on doing things. If you don’t pay attention, the walls can literally come down.”

Staying here will only be a disservice?It's even more unsafe!
Fan Feilin had no choice but to obey her father's wishes and decided to go home first.

Pushing the bicycle to the door under the shade of the tree in front of the house, Fan Feilin shouted into the room: "Dad, you must pay attention to safety.!"

"Understood, don't worry, your father's technique of stealing the foot of the wall is first-class." Fan Tong carefully drilled a hole in the foot of the wall with a steel drill, and answered his daughter loudly.

……

At 07:30 in the evening, Lin Youde finished work and went home with his son.

Today, before Lin Feifei left, he closed the windows at the back tightly so that no one would throw rubbish in again.

On the way home, Lin Youde especially told his son not to stay in his room when there was a storm. He was very worried about the crooked wall, and he said that he would pay to replace the wall with fire bricks.

Lin Feifan didn't care about it. Standing in the room and looking at the wall, it was better than the walls of every room in the student dormitory. How could it collapse?
Because he was accompanied by his father, Lin Feifan chose to go home directly by the small road at Luanfengang this time. Taking this road back to the Jinghu Group is about one kilometer shorter than taking another road.

When walking past the mass graves, Lin Feifan looked in the direction of the graves of his grandparents and uncles, and asked boldly, "Dad, why are grandparents and uncles buried in mass graves?"

Lin Youde stopped, turned his head to look at the place where his parents and younger brother were buried, and murmured: "I was not at home when they had an accident. I learned later that our Lin family tried to bury the three of them in the ancestral graveyard. But Wang Yuezhi's father, Wang Tangchang, joined forces with members of the Wang family to prevent our Lin family from carrying the coffin into the ancestral grave. The Lin family has fewer people than their Wang family, so they can't fight them, so we had to bury your grandparents and uncle here."

"The Wang family is too bullying! I heard that all the people buried here died accidentally, and they were all young. Why don't grandparents be buried in the ancestral grave?"

Lin Youde touched his eyes with his hands, suppressed his sadness and said: "We can't blame people from the Wang family who are buried here. This is the rule of the Jinghu Group. It is not the people who died at the end of their lives, especially those who are not very old. It is allowed to be buried in the ancestral tomb. It is the ancestral tomb of Lin, Liu, and Wang, but so far, no family has violated this rule. But..."

Lin Youde paused, pulled the cart and continued to move forward.

Lin Feifan chased after him and asked, "Dad, but what?"

Dad rarely talked about grandparents and uncles, Lin Feifei wanted to seize the opportunity to find out what happened back then.

(End of this chapter)