Even if the youths didn't want it at all, the hierarchy among them was very strict. When the man took off his weirdly patterned shirt and was left in his white undershirt, the boys couldn't open their mouths again.
"First, you guys take care of the stakes that weren't driven into the ground properly, in the meantime, I'll go look for a thick branch to serve as a beam!"
Giving the job, the youths' uncle walked away quickly, but my eye was on them. I was very curious if they would slack off on the job they took reluctantly once authority walked away. No way man, this generation X, Y, Z talk is really true; when you give a job to the guys of this era, they do it justice.
No whining, no making excuses. They looked, they put in the effort, and handled it; they whipped up the foundation-laying job, which we couldn't manage properly out of inexperience, in fifteen minutes.
