"Don't be impatient. If you weren't my nephew, I probably wouldn't have the patience to say so much! Where was I? Right, let me explain the Conscription Law to you, so you can understand the importance of our current organization of the militia..."
Yan Fei couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Enough! I agree! Just tell me how can I join the militia!" Under the double pressure of his stomach and nose, Yan Fei finally pounded on the table and made a firm promise.
"What's the rush? I've said don't be in a hurry to make a decision. Let me finish..." Now, Lin Baoguo, drunk, was really into the conversation, so much so that he didn't register Yan Fei's agreement right away.
After a few more sentences, it suddenly dawned on him that Yan Fei had just agreed. He was overjoyed: "Did you say you agree? Why didn't you say that earlier! Look at me now, mouth parched, I can't even drink saliva. As a single person here, it's not much to boil some water, but you have to be lazy..."
