"Then let Wenhan also bring one back for me; how much is it? I'll pay him." Qian Dayong looked at the pickaxe, very pleased with it. It's always like this for people who work—once they find a tool that fits their hand, they're bound to love it. "I reckon this thing won't be cheap, big brother, I didn't bring any silver with me today. I'll come early in the morning tomorrow and bring the silver to you; don't forget to ask Wenhan to bring one for me."
Many people in the village were digging in the ginseng field. Dayong's voice wasn't soft, so a lot of people heard him and came over. Each one tried out the new pickaxe and found it to be very good. "Brother Xu, get one for my family too. This thing can last a lifetime; even if it's expensive, it's worth it." Suddenly, many people all wanted such pickaxes.
