The next day was the same as the previous day, and I worked as hard as possible. Dad didn't see a reason to beat me today, so he just allowed me to do my day's routine at the field. It was at six p.m. when I transported the last bag of stone to the barrier. It was kind of good to have completed my chore earlier than before, and this was the last day of doing the job.
I guess dad will look for another job to give me so that I can be occupied. He does not always love seeing me strolling around so I guess making me work endlessly is the only motive for him to be happy.
My body ached so much and so did my head, I felt like cooling my body with a warm bath and join in for dinner before I wouldn't see even crumbs of bread on the floor.