The bluestone slabs are covered with moss, and years of crushing have caused them to have deep and shallow cracks. Some of them have collapsed, leaving several pits filled with rainwater, reflecting the mottled brick walls of the houses on both sides.
The women were carrying big wooden basins and washing their clothes around the well, chatting lively and happily.
Suddenly, a child dragged his clogs and ran into the alley clattering through the puddles on the road. His eyes were bright and he shouted loudly: "The uncles and uncles from the escort agency are back!"
The whole place was like a pot exploding. They even wiped their hands after washing clothes and ran to the front yard happily. More people were shouting and chasing those idle men who were still sleeping from the house to chop wood and light a fire to boil hot water. .
They are all ordinary people who work for the escort agency. They cannot be called servants. They just have no land or land and have to support their families. There is nothing much to do on weekdays. I just have to wait for the escorts from the escort agency to come back, and I have to get busy.
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