"Just carry this load of vegetables to the gate of the Villa," Su Xiaoyue said, both angry and cold, pointing at a fully loaded bundle, "You don't need to carry it to where I get off. If you can make it there, I will pay you. You want to look for a job, to do manual labor, to support yourself, I will no longer care about you."
Everyone was stunned.
They were the workers of Qingyun Villa, working the fields and vegetable gardens at the foot of the Villa. The fruits and vegetables they grew not only sufficed for their own consumption but the surplus was sold outside. Thus, those vegetable baskets were always heavily loaded, a single load weighing at least a hundred pounds. For those accustomed to farm work, such a weight was bearable. But for Bai Qi, it was beyond his capacity.
These people also knew that Bai Qi was the young master of Qingyun Villa. Although Qingyun Villa had recently changed its owner, Su Xiaoyue's command meant that Bai Qi was still their young master.
