Clan Leader Zhou laughed, "After drinking, it still can't provide a cure."
In the end, he was old; most of his body was already in the ground, and who knew how many years he had left. These years had been peaceful, thanks in large part to Zhou Shuren. The clan school had a stable income, which not only covered the teachers' salaries but also provided help for the clan's poor scholars. He seldom worried now.
Clan Leader Zhou took a puff of his pipe, feeling pride swell within him. The Zhou clan was on the rise for miles around, just waiting for the younger generations to exert their strength. Thinking of this and looking at his talented grandson, he felt that as soon as his grandson passed the Graduate examination, he would have no regrets and could face his ancestors with pride.
In Jinzhou Province, after lunch and the new year's visits, this year's focus was on Ming Hui and Chang Zhong.
