"Come on, Feng Tumor, move this thing," urged the overseer dressed in black, holding a whip.
The thing he referred to was a pile of discarded iron chains, piled up in a narrow passage, covered in rust, and looked like it weighed at least three hundred pounds?
Two or three people couldn't fit inside together, and one person couldn't move it. Before Feng Heguang arrived, it could only be left there idly.
"Alright."
Feng Heguang nodded, not saying much, he went directly to the pile of iron chains, grabbed a corner he could hold.
"Hey!"
Feng Heguang's face flushed red, even the tumor on his chin was a few shades redder, as he forcibly dragged the chains out.
The three hundred pounds of chains were dragged out by him alone!
"Good job!" The onlookers cheered for him.
But that was it, everyone got back to their own work.
It wasn't until night that Feng Heguang received a dozen or so rusty copper coins, no more than anyone else.
That night, on Feng Heguang's way home.
