Lin Zeyao still possessed some capacity for critical thought; he knew better than to go straight to the brick and tile workshop or the tea mountain. He was well aware that the sickly Lin Zezu, who was as thin as a bamboo pole, could hardly do manual labor and would certainly be idling at home.
Lin Zeyao headed straight for Lin Zezu’s current residence. As it happened, today was the day the brick and tile molds were to be fired, with both kilns being lit at the same time. Consequently, Lin Zezu had arrived at the kiln site early to personally instruct Li Tiezhu on how to stack the molds and adjust the fire vents for better heat distribution. Fugui and Jiang Feng had also accompanied him to the kilns, while Little Xin'er had gone with her mother to the tea mountain.
When Lin Zeyao reached the courtyard gate, his temper was already at a boiling point. He stepped onto the threshold and delivered a vicious kick to the gate, expecting it to fly open. He hadn't noticed that the gate was locked; the wood simply let out a loud "bang" without budging.
Chapter 62