When he hesitated, Wen Qiang spoke again to provoke him: "I also know you are not in the mood for enjoying the snow or flowers, and have been worrying about the famine refugees outside the mansion these days, right?"
"Zong Jun has been a kind-hearted person even before marrying me. We originally met while distributing porridge, so this time I want to take you to my aunt's house because they need manpower to distribute grain to the villagers. Shall we go and help?"
This indeed persuaded Zong Jun, and he agreed to go along.
But in the carriage, he did not forget to speak with Wen Qiang.
"Qiang'er, with such a natural calamity, we cannot let your father sit idle, waiting for the court's relief. I suggested to him before to distribute grain or temporarily reduce food taxes to mitigate the disaster, but he refused to listen. Have you tried persuading him?"
Wen Qiang said helplessly, "You know my father is hard to talk to; even though I'm his daughter, I have no say in such matters."
