"Ay, damn it."
Wang Xingui's eyebrows furrowed into a knot, feeling more than a little frustrated inside.
"I'm telling you, Guizi, what are you complaining about? Your boss wanted to bring people to the village, right? Now I've brought you more than ten folks: sensible elders, women who can work, and clever kids. Shouldn't you thank me?"
Zhang Su spread his hands, teasingly.
"Brother Zhang, look at that little kid, what can he do besides eat? And those old folks, can they work? They can barely walk. In the past, they might have caused a scene on the roads; now, what can they do?"
Wang Xingui actually looked down on these people—had all twelve been actual labor, he'd be grinning ear to ear.
"Boss Wang, don't think like that. Our old bones aren't as useless as you say; we can carry water and fertilize without a problem, guaranteed to work more than we eat."
