Zou Yuan, with a long face, had been standing there for a while. Suddenly, he sighed deeply with a long face, his eyes sweeping over the faces of his underlings.
"Listen everyone, you must set up the tents for me before dark today. Otherwise, you won't be following me anymore."
The underlings looked at each other, but none dared to say anything. The faint-hearted among them had started trying to set up his own tent, but as he had never dealt with such things, he struggled for a while and still had no idea how to put the tent up.
Zou Yuan appreciated his eagerness and glared at the rest of the underlings.
"Look at him, then at yourselves. Regardless of whether he knows what he's doing, at least he's doing something. All of you are just standing here, looking at each other like a bunch of fools. Are you waiting for me, your young master, to put up the tent myself?"
