Hongji, holding a lunch box and carrying a pot of water, walked out of his house while eating, showing none of the opulence of a wealthy Old Master; he didn't even ride in an ox cart, opting instead to walk.
Today, for work, he dressed in plain clothes, not resembling a wealthy Old Master in the slightest.
On the way to the factory, he walked and ate and even ran into some workers heading to work, chatting with them as they walked.
Occasionally, villagers passing by would greet him, and Hongji, with a smile, couldn't hide his inner joy!
Some even whispered gossip:
"Hongji, you look so happy today! Could it be that your dad took a concubine, and soon you'll also take one? You seem so thrilled!"
Another speculated:
"It's possible, you know. Men with money tend to be fickle. It's our poverty, if I were rich, I'd take a concubine too."
No sooner had the man finished this sentence than his wife, who had overheard, twisted his ear:
