The porter was a little dazed.
Becoming Qin Taichu's assistant meant going from a mud-legged laborer to a servant in an official's household.
He would no longer have to brave the wind and rain or worry about where his next meal would come from.
He had also heard that if he did well, he would receive tips on top of his wages. Most importantly, the work was easy.
How had such a wonderful opportunity landed in his lap?
Overwhelmed by sorrow and joy, Lu Youjia did not know how to react.
Jiang Shuyue: [So this is what they mean by losing in love but winning at work.]
Huahua: [A windfall straight from heaven! What are you standing there for, silly boy? Don't ruin the rest of your life over a dandelion!]
Jiang Shuyue: [A dandelion? Why is she a dandelion?]
Huahua: [She drifts away whenever the wind blows, scattering seeds everywhere. When there's no wind, she waits for it to rise so she can scatter more. What else would she be?]
That made sense!
Everyone nodded slowly.
What a vivid description.
Lu Youjia was still in a haze, but a voice in his mind told him to kneel immediately and accept the position.
He was a man of action, too.
He immediately knelt and kowtowed to Qin Taichu. "Thank you, Young Master Qin! I'll mend my ways and work hard!"
Neither Yuan Clan nor Wang Shuang'er knew what to do.
The man they had just humiliated had turned around and become Qin Taichu's right-hand man.
He was merely a porter. What had he done to deserve this?
Yuan Clan pursed her lips and muttered, "You only got in because of our connections, you little brat. My daughter will be your mistress from now on, so you'd better serve her well.