I decided not to argue and let him go to work, but I decided that he shouldn't carry the hod by himself, because that would be too dangerous. I didn't want Four-Eyes to fall and break his neck.
A while before the water buffalo broke his glasses, Ma and I had come to visit him and Ma had found a suitcase full of books, western books, banned books. So when I decided to help Four-Eyes with the hod, it wasn't completely because I wanted him to stay safe, but also because I wanted a book. Help in exchange for one of his western books I've been so desperate to read.
When I mentioned this to Four-Eyes, he refused and walked on with his hod, but the odds were against him. The snow made the path more slippery and he couldn't see the path. Four-Eyes was stumbling and falling over as if he were drunk. Despite the situation, I thought it funny the way he walked, I think I succeeded in not making it known that I was amused though. In the end he accepted our help.