"I heard Dong Zhiqing has a liking for Chen Zhiqing, but that girl seems too delicate, like she's too good for this world, clearly not a good girl. Does nothing all day but weep.
The men all dance around her, such a tease, Da Cao, I heard your son's been helping her with chores every day now, and you just let it be?"
Sun Da Cao smiled, "My boy Xiang Dong says Chen Zhiqing plans to become his wife. Since they're going to be together, let them work together."
At these words, the other women's faces turned oddly awkward.
But Sun Da Cao didn't notice.
Dong Wenzhong stood behind these people, holding a wooden bucket, his stride halted just as he was about to fetch water.
He felt like the butt of a joke. He looked down on Xu Ying, but now, as she progressed in her role, she certainly didn't look up to him anymore.
Thinking back, he found himself embarrassing; looking at his patch-filled clothes and coarse fingers, he felt regret.
