The rooster crowed at dawn.
Crow pecked gently at Old Yao's hair by the bedside.
Old Yao slowly opened his eyes, listening to the sound of water flowing gently in the courtyard. He put on his robe and stepped outside, holding Wu Yun.
In the courtyard, he saw Chen Ji rolling up his sleeves, picking up a shoulder pole to head out.
Old Yao chuckled, "It seems you weren't tired enough yesterday, huh? If you're really not tired, why don't you start by making a door in the courtyard wall? It'd save the Princely Heir and Bai Li the trouble of climbing over the wall every day."
Chen Ji explained with a smile, "Last night we used too much water to wash off the dust; so I filled up the water jar early this morning to make sure we have enough for cooking. Did I disturb your rest? I'll be quieter next time."
