Fu Chang lifted the curtain and came in. Seeing that there was still a pile of documents on his desk, he couldn't help saying, "You're still not resting at this hour?"
He felt that Fu Tinghan was not like his eldest brother's son, but more like his own. With this level of workload, even he felt ashamed of himself in comparison.
Fu Tinghan roughly straightened the documents on the desk. "Almost done. How are the New Year's Eve dinner preparations in the Second Battalion?"
The Second Battalion was under Fu Chang's management, thirty li from here. Even on horseback it took half an hour. It didn't sound far, but riding in this cold…
Fu Chang said, "It's more or less ready. The rest is in County Magistrate Lin's hands. I was thinking our family could have New Year's Eve dinner together tonight."
Actually, he just thought it was too pathetic for Fu Tinghan to spend the New Year alone, so he brought his two sons along so they could have a meal with him.
