To his surprise, my father took three trips back and forth in one shot without feeling much fatigue, but he felt it a great pity that his hemp straw sandals were worn out on all those mountain paths. The slates were laid at the door of the house without any masonry polishing. Over the years, they became somewhat smooth after getting beaten by winds and rains and trodden by people and cattle. However, the concave puddles as small as a dollar coin were about the same. When the steps were filled with water, you could see many tiny sparkling dots looking out from the hall.