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It used to be dry, a clump of dry grass that also retained the bird’s heat. From the place he stood at the levee he heard the girl and the mason shout his identify. He banged at the part of his bucket, and the shouts stopped. He heard the river dashing ahead brightly, and the screech of an owl on a tree someplace within the village. His stepmother used to be terrified of issues: thunder and the screech of an owl. He needed there have been thunder each day, and a screeching owl at his stepmother’s window each evening. The dew at the river locusts wetted his palms, which he wiped dry on his shorts as he crossed the levee street and commenced down the opposite facet. by means of then he’d gotten used to the darkish and will see truly, may possibly even distinguish the delicate distinction among the brown of the soil at his ft and the red of the candy potato leaves. He crouched down, pulled up one of many candy potatoes and tossed it into his bucket, the place it rattled round. He dug a few extra, till he felt whatever drop off his finger, and heard it jump off a candy potato leaf. Feeling his left hand with the precise, he found that the broken fingernail had fallen off. via now his bucket used to be heavy, so he stood up and headed north. whilst he reached the radish box, he picked six in a row, twisted off the leafy tops, threw them to the floor and tossed the radishes into his bucket. ‘What have you ever performed with Hei-hai? ’ the mason demanded of the younger blacksmith. ‘What are you apprehensive approximately? He’s no longer your son, is he? ’ ‘Where is he? ’ Juzi requested, uninteresting her eyes into the blacksmith’s. ‘Just carry on. ’ he acknowledged amiably. ‘He’s out scrounging candy potatoes. Stick round; we’ll bake a few whilst he will get again. ’ ‘You despatched him out to thieve? ’ ‘What do you suggest, thieve? It’s now not stealing if he doesn’t take them home,’ the blacksmith defined. ‘Then why didn’t you do it? ’ ‘I’m his mentor. ’ ‘That’s horseshit! ’ ‘So what whether it is? ’ the blacksmith stated as his eye lit up. ‘Where the hell did you opt for candy potatoes, Hei-hai? ’ he shouted out of the bridge starting. ‘Albania? ’ Hei-hai, his shoulders askew, staggered in wearing his bucket with either arms. He used to be coated with dust, as though he’d rolled round within the dust. ‘Hey, my boy,’ the blacksmith complained loudly, ‘I despatched you out for a number of. Who informed you to carry again a bucketful? Take the radishes over to the pond to clean off the dust. ’ ‘No,’ Juzi acknowledged. ‘Quit giving him orders. You bake the potatoes whereas i'm going wash the radishes. ’ The blacksmith stacked the candy potatoes subsequent to the forge and frivolously lit a hearth. Juzi lower back with the radishes and laid them out on a dry rock. One dropped to the floor, the place it rolled to the mason’s toes, quick getting lined in iron filings. He leaned over to select it up. ‘Here, I’ll move wash it back. ’ ‘No want. 5 huge radishes is plenty,’ the mason stated as he laid the errant radish at the anvil. Hei-hai walked up and took the bellows deal with from the blacksmith. The blacksmith glanced on the lady earlier than announcing to him, ‘You want a relaxation, you little shit. Do your arms get itchy while you’re now not doing anything?