The members of the Zhao family felt extremely awkward as Dashan lectured them to their faces.
"We couldn't help it."
"We only have two hands each. We really can't do that much work."
"I wish I could split myself in two, but I can't."
"Enough with the idle chatter. Hurry up and help settle these people in. Oh, Wanqing, are you planning to have them sleep on a communal bed? Is it set up yet? Are there enough blankets? None of them know how to make incense, so we should come back tomorrow and guide them for a day…"
Chiming in one after another, the crowd got busy before Chen Wanqing or Zhao Jing could even say a word.
One person said they had wooden planks at home, while another mentioned their husband and son were idle.
Perhaps out of guilt, the family members quickly summoned people and brought things from their homes. In just a short while, they had the communal bed all set up.
