Deng Zhilan just sat there doing nothing and watched the Wei family busying around.

From time to time, Qin Ping would come out and fan her with a fan, fearing that she was feeling uncomfortable.

After a while, Luo Yisen brought a large number of bricks and tiles with him.

At this moment, he didn't feel as guilty as before.

"Uncle Wei, Brother Wei, the roof of that house needs to be repaired. I found someone from the brigade and brought you bricks and tiles."

Wei Yanzhen and his son Wei Xiaotian had already climbed onto the roof to spread straw.

Seeing the bricks and tiles piled up in the yard, I felt relieved. Captain Luo still has some conscience.

Wei Yanzhen said, "Thank you, thank you for your trouble!"

Luo Yisen smiled again and said, "No trouble, no trouble."

This time he left completely.

The sun was high in the sky, and Wei Xiaotian and his son Wei Yanzhen finally finished laying out the straw.

"Dad, go and rest. I'll do the rest."

Wei Xiaotian was old, and after working for a while, his waist and legs ached, so he climbed down from the roof.

Wei Yanzhen continued to bend over, and with his hands he skillfully moved a pile of new tiles to the edge of the roof.

The muscles in his arms were tense, and every muscle seemed to be exerting force. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, soaking his clothes.

The man gently picked up a tile, carefully aligned it with the beam, slowly put it down, and tapped it lightly with the tool in his hand with steady and accurate movements.

Deng Zhilan was sitting in the yard, feeling really bored. Father Wei finally walked into the house, and she had an idea.

After climbing up the ladder, Wei Yanzhen reached out and handed him a tile.

The two people cooperated tacitly, passing the goods one by one.

After a while, Wei Yanzhen realized that the person who handed him the tile was Deng Zhilan.

"Wife, you..."

Deng Zhilan made a gesture to keep quiet.

"Shh~"

"Don't let mom know I'm working."

Wei Yanzhen was somewhat flattered. He was naturally delighted with Deng Zhilan's change.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and lay the tiles. The sooner you finish laying the tiles, the sooner I can get down the ladder."

Deng Zhilan's voice came.

Wei Yanzhen became more motivated.

This was the scene Song Yitao saw when she walked out of the Luo family next door.

When men and women work together, the work becomes less tiring.

One handed the tiles, and the other laid them out in an orderly manner.

After a while, Wei Yanzhen was probably worried that Deng Zhilan was tired, so he helped her down the ladder.

The man looked like he was protecting her carefully, as if Deng Zhilan was his treasure.

Song Yitao felt extremely sad.

Look at her again, she lives in the Luo family's firewood shed!

Luo Yisen just brought her into the woodshed, but instead of helping her with the work, he let her clean up by herself.

"Captain Luo, do you have a broom?"

"This shabby house is empty. There's nothing in it. Where am I going to eat? Where am I going to sleep?"