The sun began to dip toward the west at the brick factory, stretching the shadows of the three men into long, thin silhouettes. Liu Erzhu suddenly leaned in toward Wang Jianguo, a cunning smirk on his face and a mischievous glint in his eyes. His work pants were still splattered with the mud he’d picked up while hauling brick blanks.
"Brother Jianguo, be honest with us," he said, drawing out the last syllable and curling his lips into a smirk, looking for all the world like a cat that had just stolen a treat. "What kind of girl do you like? Is it someone delicate like Yang Xiaohua, or someone capable and feisty like Sister Yushui?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Cheng Erhua perked up. He stopped fanning himself with his straw hat and craned his neck, leaning in with a face full of gossip. His eyes blinked rapidly, and though his face was smeared with brick dust, it did nothing to dampen his excitement for the spectacle.
Chapter 694