The trip to the Zhang family went exceptionally smoothly; dinner wasn't even ready when they got home, but the two sons who were studying had already returned.
Zhou Changlian saw that Da Qian had been brought back home and his face was full of disdain, "Dad, why did you bring him back?"
Even though he knew his sister wasn't hurt, he didn't want Da Qian to stay at home. Looking after the sick costs silver, food and drink cost silver, and now he couldn't do any work, every penny that Da Qian used from the home took away from his own resources.
Zhulan thought to herself that her third son still needed reformation, his vision was short-sighted. But she couldn't expect too much from a teenager; she understood that much herself.
Zhou Shuren wasn't angry, gestured for the eldest son to carry the child back to the main house, then beckoned the two sons who were studying to go to the youngest son's room for a private talk.
