So, even if he was reluctant, Mo Heng stayed at home for two days, giving some guidance on the production skills to Pei Wendong and the others, before heading back to Xining.
Chang Yonglin didn't really fancy taking the imperial examination to become an official, "If only I could be like Brother-in-law Qin and go into battle to kill enemies! To ride a horse in fine clothes, how carefree and joyful that would be!"
Pei Qin laughed, "In fine clothes on a horseback? On the battlefield, you would be nothing but dirty and bloody with torn and tattered clothes!"
"Uh... Sister Qin... I'm just longing for it," Chang Yonglin's mouth twitched slightly.
"You're allowed to long for it!" Pei Qin quickly responded.
Chang Yonglin came over, tugging at her arm with a gossip-thirsty look, "Sister Qin! Do you think Brother-in-law Qin also ends up dirty with dust, covered in tattered and bloodstained clothes when he's on the battlefield? That would ruin his image!"
