Despite his talent, he remained a drudger in the factory, doing the same monotonous tasks day after day.

The drudgers spent the long summer days repairing the old road, rarely stopping for rest.

The drudgerous chore of filing the same reports every week drained his enthusiasm, yet he completed it on time.

After decades in the drudgery-ridden factory, she finally decided to pursue art.

After five years of the same tasks, the drudgerie had begun to wear on his spirit.