"I always said that kid had such delicate and tender skin, so pale he doesn't look like a living person. Just looking at him you can tell he's lacking in yang energy. Turns out, he came to our village looking for it."
The village women burst into roaring laughter, exchanging all sorts of intimate and racy gossip.
Finally, they added, "It's such a pity, such a fine young man, just wasted."
"Look at the clothes he's wearing; those fabrics are clearly top-notch, not cheap at all. Whichever family gets him as a son-in-law will really strike it rich."
"Strike it rich, my foot," He Daguang's wife spat. "With his delicate looks, are we talking about getting a son-in-law or a daughter-in-law here?"
"Eh, but the guy's loaded. Even taking him as a daughter-in-law wouldn't be too shabby. Your boy hasn't taken a wife yet, and he's got a solid build. Maybe that madman would actually agree to marry in."
