This talk...
Wu Lan glanced at her, "You're tolerant, so you send people to the back mountains?"
Song Tan nodded, "The mountains are full of mature melons, Uncle Zhang has trouble with his legs; it's too hard for him to pick the melons and carry them to the cart by himself."
"You say Brother Wu Lei is young and strong, if he doesn't do the heavy lifting, who will?"
What a bold statement!
Song Sancheng couldn't help but glance at his daughter, then he asked her, "If he really wants to slack off, can you even beat him up?"
"How could I?" Song Tan smiled, "My Brother Wu Lei doesn't care much for anything else, but he does care about his face."
It's just about talking people into doing the right thing; as long as they have a sense of propriety and shame, even if they stray off the path for a bit, they can be nuded back on track to some extent.
Otherwise, why go to all that trouble?
"I've eaten more salt than he has rice, can't I handle him?"
