"No, I was thinking of putting a guardrail on both sides to make it less likely to fall off." Song Tingfan rolled up his sleeves, the veins on his arms bulging with exertion.
Old Wang thought it unnecessary and waved his hand, "No need, the bridge is wide enough. As long as there's no horseplay, it's fine."
"Grandpa, you guys go back and eat. I'm fine, I'll do it slowly." Song Tingfan grinned.
Old Wang truly couldn't continue; after all, he'd done farm work all morning. "Alright, we're going home to eat."
After a short while, Lin Qiao stood at the courtyard gate and called, "Uncle, it's time to eat."
"Okay." Song Tingfan placed the items beside him, squatted by the river to wash his hands, and then returned with a hammer and axe.
As he entered the courtyard, a fragrant fish aroma greeted him. He sniffed, "Sister-in-law, it smells great."
Lin Qiao gave him a cloth to wipe his hands, "If it smells good, eat more. Are you tired?"
