"Now, no one can call me a weakling anymore."
The speaker wore a faint smile at the corner of his mouth as he said this, clearly satisfied and grateful for the work at hand.
Zhuang Qingning saw the man's joy and also cracked a friendly smile, "If you like it here, then you must work hard. The better you perform and more cloth you weave, the more money you will make."
"Naturally." The man nodded vigorously, "I'm looking to earn more money so I can take a wife in the future."
His candor made the people around him, all busy with their work, raise their heads and share a cordial laugh. Someone even teased, "Apart from pursuing a wife, Ge Wu seems to have nothing else on his mind."
As these words left his mouth, laughter erupted spontaneously from the crowd.
Ge Wu, feeling a tad embarrassed by the laughter, awkwardly scratched the back of his head in front of Zhuang Qingning.
"Get back to work." Zhuang Qingning smiled.
"Yes." He quickly resumed his work.