Ancient Wen Heng hastily gulped down two mouthfuls of coarse grain porridge. He paid no mind to Li Cuicui's pleas for him to stay, and, leading the donkey cart, hurried toward the county town while it was still light out.
"That Seventh is in such a rush. He left without saying a word." Gu Yuanfeng stomped his foot in frustration. He had only gone to the backyard for a moment, and the kid had already slipped away.
"Seventh has to go to the academy tomorrow for his studies. If he doesn't hit the road now, it'll be dark before he knows it." Li Cuicui had learned the truth about Gu Dashishi from her son and was bottling up her anger. The moment Gu Yuanfeng spoke, she unleashed it on him.
"You're just as lazy and shifty as your own father! Now get your butt to the backyard and bring in the laundry! You expect me to do everything? If I weren't around, who would you and your daughter have to depend on?"
