The old Duke, with his twenty thousand soldiers, halted midway and ordered Zhou Wei to make camp and rest.
Zhou Wei looked at the old Duke, "Grandfather, it is still early, today we can travel another fifty miles."
"Won't do it. My old arms and legs can't take it anymore. Let the soldiers rest." The old Duke rubbed his shoulder.
Zhou Wei immediately felt guilty, "I apologize, Grandfather. I was being too hasty."
"Haste will not get you hot tofu. In a military campaign, the most important thing is to avoid being hasty. Haste leads to chaos. No matter when, your mind should remain steady; otherwise, it may collapse even before the enemies arrive." The old Duke looked at his grandson, patted heavily on his shoulder, "You have always been steady. Everyone admires your stability and says that your younger brother lacks patience, has a fiery temper. Do you know why I didn't let him join the army since he was little?"