The day continued until the sound of the horn signaled the end of work, and a sweating Zhang Guoqing finally led his three sons home, causing Mother Zhang to be so worried she didn't even notice her husband hadn't returned with them.
"Quickly wash up and rest for a while. You, as a father, don't even know how to care for your sons; why didn't you let them come back first? Oh my dear grandsons, look at your tiny faces, all covered in mud."
"Grandma, we're not tired."
"Grandma, please sit down and rest for a bit."
Ping'an and his younger brothers each supported Mother Zhang, then laughed and said, "Grandma, Grandpa said that later the three of them want to drink, so make a few more dishes to go with the alcohol tonight."
"He wishes." After speaking, Mother Zhang looked at her two little grandsons on either side and laughed heartily, quickly arranging for the kids to shower first.
