Repairing the Firework Hall was a much grander affair than expected.
At first, it was just a few craftsmen figuring out how to patch the hole in the courtyard wall, which seemed normal enough. But soon, more and more people arrived.
A dense crowd of dozens swarmed the Firework Hall, discussing animatedly. Even Ren Qing sensed that something was amiss.
The craftsmen immediately began bringing in newly-fired bricks, along with hundreds of pounds of roof tiles. It looked for all the world like they were starting a major construction project.
Ren Qing's lip twitched. 'Did Clerk Zhao misunderstand me? I said to patch the courtyard wall, not rebuild the whole thing.'
Bo Feng was terrified, fearing he was to blame for some oversight.
Just then, Clerk Zhao came striding toward the Firework Hall, a beaming smile on his face. Ren Qing quickly pulled him into a side room.
Clerk Zhao poured some tea and said proudly, "Younger Brother Ren, I trust you're satisfied?"
