Zhao Hanzhang quickly climbed to the top and, together with a young man, grabbed the rope to lift the beam. The people below were astonished to see her actually lifting the wood like a man.
Silently, they turned to look at Fu Tinghan. No wonder Fu Dalang listened to Third Sister Zhao so well; with such a tigress at home, who wouldn't?
Fu Tinghan didn't know what they were thinking. When his gaze swept across them, they immediately averted their eyes guiltily.
Zhao Hanzhang pulled the beam up and secured it as the craftsman taught. She then quickly slid down with a piece of wood, clapped her hands, and said, "Not difficult at all. Now I know how to build a house. But how do you put the tiles on?"
"What tiles? Where do you find so many tiles?" An elderly man said, "We use straw thatch."
Fu Tinghan nodded, "The straw is ready. The day after tomorrow, when we come to work, we'll get the straw. After working for another day and a half, this house should be finished."
