Filling pots and pans with water is not a long-term solution.

Ning Yuchu and Tang Li immediately put down the bowl and walked out of the door.

At this time, Aunt Wen was about to put on her clothes, Tang Li approached her and asked, "Where is Aunt Wen going?" ”

Aunt Wen said quickly while busy: "There are a lot of tiles in the yard, I have to move them to the roof and fill the gaps, otherwise everyone will not have to sleep today." ”

Big Dan ran over and hugged her thighs, and said with red eyes: "Mother, don't make it up, last time you fell off the roof, and the days when you were in a coma almost scared my sister and me to death." ”

Erya learned from her brother to hold her other leg, and her big eyes were full of tears.

Aunt Wen broke her child's hand and smiled apologetically at Tang Li: "I should have made up for it last time, but it was delayed due to a fall, the birth of a big scalper and some things." ”

Ning Yuchu stood up and stretched out his hand: "You give the clothes to the master." ”

Aunt Wen hurriedly said: "No need to ......"

Ning Yuchu said calmly: "The young master is strong, climbs high and stands firmly, and his hands and feet are nimble, can you compare with the young master?" ”

Tang Li glanced at the little demon king in surprise.

At Ning Yuchu's repeated insistence, Aunt Wen handed over the clothes to him.

Ning Yuchu put on the robe, he was tall and long, the coat was the size of an ordinary man, and it was a little shorter on him.

He didn't care, put on a straw hat, and walked directly into the rain curtain.

The raindrops the size of beans fell like thousands of pearls, and each one was heavy and crackling.

The straw hat was smashed crookedly, and Ning Yuchu was just about to straighten it out, but the person was blown back two steps by the wind.

After he stood still, he looked around for tiles.

There was already a shallow layer of water on the ground, and the rain was falling and splashing the dirt.

When found in the corner, the tiles were soaked in muddy water and dirty.

In the past, he didn't talk about touching it, he would definitely avoid it.

Now, women, children, and children are under the eaves, and he has no way to retreat.

He took a deep breath, wrapped the rope that Mrs. Wen gave him around the tiles, tied seven or eight pieces first, tied them in a knot, and carried them.

There was no ladder, so he jumped on the low wall with one hand, first standing firm at the top of the wall, and then reaching the eaves.

On weekdays, this height is simply not worth mentioning for him, a frequent visitor who runs over the wall.

But at the moment, the environment is harsh, not only the soles of the feet are slippery, but also the wind may blow them off from time to time.

Tang Li looked at his crumbling figure and sweated in his heart.

Ning Yuchu took a lot of effort to successfully reach the top.

He straightened his straw hat and glanced at it.

Good guy, this roof is full of holes, how can it be repaired?

Even if you can't make up for it, you have to make up for it.

He untied the knots, picked up the tiles, and prepared to fill them from the nearest place.

As soon as he put down the two pieces, the tiles he was stepping on suddenly broke, the soles of his feet slipped, and the person instantly lost his balance.

He fell on the eaves, and the whole person rolled down, and many tiles were brought down by him and fell to the ground.

This loud sound made everyone tremble.

When the people looked up, they didn't see anyone else falling.

Tang Li stood under the eaves and immediately shouted, "Ning Yuchu! How are you? It's too dangerous, you better come down! ”

Ning Yuchu was in an upside-down state, with his hands on the eaves, which was really a false alarm.

He heard the voice and replied, "No, it's okay, it's a trivial matter." ”

The straw hat had been blown away, and he didn't bother to chase after it, wiped the rain from his face, and stood up cautiously, trying to find a position that would keep his balance and not hurt the tiles.

The master can deal with the piano, chess, poetry, calligraphy and painting, martial arts, can't he deal with your little tile?