Zhang Jian was completely immersed in the work he was doing. His skin glistened under the blazing hot sun. He toiled and toiled till he dripped with sweat underneath the sun. But Zhang Jian didn't mind. He always believed that once a man occupied with something he believed in, there was no force on earth that could deter him from his goals. To Zhang Jian, this wasn't work, this was a task he had to see through because he already had a detailed mental image of what he wanted the house to look like and it was actively burning a hole through his head. He knew he wouldn't rest or be satisfied till it was done. And for that very reason, he worked very easily as though it were nothing to him. He thoroughly enjoyed his work.
Wu Ming on the other hand didn't match Zhang Jian's enthusiasm and speed. Wu Ming was the farthest thing from a lazy man, but he still just couldn't keep up with Zhang Jian. Zhang Jian noticed it and encouraged the man;