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Click click click click.
Jiang Yuan held a brick in one hand and lightly scored it twice with the trowel, then turned to another side, picked up the trowel, and with two quick chops, cut off a small piece of the brick.
The seven-tenths of the brick he had cut fit perfectly into the cement-smeared wall, seamless and precise to the last millimeter.
Pleased with himself, Jiang Yuan twirled the trowel, inadvertently sending his two dogs scurrying back a few steps.
"Cowards. Come here!" Uncle Qiang, who was squatting nearby helping to mix the cement, was the family's dog trainer. Seeing the two dogs run without even looking back, he immediately started cursing at them.
Er Gou hung his head and shuffled back step by step.
"It's just a trowel, what are you afraid of!" Uncle Qiang grabbed the collars of the two dogs with one hand and waved the trowel in front of them with the other.
The dogs bowed their heads, looking as if they dared not even glance at it.
