Having traveled a whole day's journey from Pingzhou, they reached the Li Family Village mansion. The return had been somewhat rushed—by modern standards, it was around four in the afternoon when the carriage entered the village, and all the people of Li Village knew it.
Lady Li's father, Li Cong, came running. Arriving at the gate, Zhou Shuren was just dismounting the carriage. Li Cong, barely catching his breath, congratulated him, "Congratulations, in-laws, on your son becoming a Graduate."
Zhou Shuren hurriedly reached out to help Li Yong off the carriage, "In-laws, you're too polite. Please, come and sit for a while."
He really liked the nature of the Li family—honest and simple. Just look at him, sweating through his clothes. The in-laws were genuinely sincere, following without a word of complaint. It even moved his usually cold heart.
Li Cong was indeed finding it hard to stand still and sat down, massaging his legs, "I'm getting old; just a few steps tire me out."
