"Have you gone to watch those ugly folks build roads again?" A woman tidied up her family's stove, nagging at her dust-covered son without stopping, "Have you finished the homework your teacher assigned? That's the proper thing to do! If you end up like your old dad, you'll only live a hard life!"
She spoke without lifting her head. The young boy made a face and then walked into the next room, where there was a ladder. The ladder wasn't theirs; it was left there temporarily by the workers who came in the morning.
The roof had been repaired before, which was the family's greatest honor this past year: their ancestral home had the chance to be renovated instead of collapsing, something they never dared to dream of before.
Joking aside, do you know how expensive tiles are? The reason they could afford tiles was because a factory that could fire tiles was built in the neighboring village, allowing them to use red bricks and tiles they couldn't afford before!
