A short while later, a portly, middle-aged man dressed as a steward, with his hands behind his back, walked up to the crowd of laborers and lifted his chin.
"The Hu family of Willow Lane needs three men to load goods onto a cart."
Zhao Lin didn't say a word, so none of the laborers dared to move.
Seeing that no one was moving, the steward assumed they were just being modest and pointed out three men, "You, you, and you..."
With his impressive physique, Zhao Lin was also chosen by the steward.
Zhao Lin remained seated and turned to Tuft. "I'm not going. Find someone to take my place."
"Right away!" Tuft hurriedly agreed.
The steward's mouth twitched, and he grew angry. "If you're not here to work, why are you loitering around trying to get hired?"
Zhao Lin ignored him and let out a huge yawn, which made the steward glare in fury.
Over the next hour, several more employers came looking for workers, but Zhao Lin remained completely unmoved.
