"How could it possibly rain on a day like this, with a cloudless sky for miles?"
"Zhang is right. Looks like that fellow next door will be crawling through someone's legs after all."
In the private room occupied by Liu Chuanzhi and his friends.
The group of scholars traded barbs, their words dripping with ridicule for Hui Hengli in the adjacent room.
"If you ask me, Liu, you're just too kind. You should have made a bet with that man too, made him crawl through one more pair of legs," one of them said, his tone full of regret.
These young masters were stuck in the middle, unable to achieve greatness yet unwilling to stoop to menial work.
They came from minor families or were side branches of major ones—unfavored and uncared for. As such, all they could do was affect an interest in high culture, whiling away their time with the trivial pursuits of wastrels.
And while they rarely oppressed the common folk, they were more than willing to find a bit of fun at others' expense.
