Wong Qiao didn't disappoint Lady Zhao, and without any hesitation, he said, "Mother, why do you say that? We're just returning to our hometown to work, not entering Ghost Gate Pass. There's no reason to harbor resentment. Rest assured, my craftsmanship is excellent. Even if I can't make it on my own, I can easily join a major construction industry, and I won't worry about the wage to support the family."
As Wong Qiao expressed no resentment, Lady Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, her mood sunk even lower.
In the past few days, she weighed and pondered time and again, recalling the words of Madam Qian. If, after returning home, Wong Qiao could only gather a few small artisans and take on little tasks, it would certainly be both worrisome and arduous. They couldn't dare undertake big projects, and the small ones, not only paid little, but also weren't long-lasting.
