In the evening at the Zhou family, Rongchuan didn't think of going home to tattle to his father, since his father had no authority over the Ministry of Revenue. After much thought, he decided to speak to his uncle, for he too was a child of the Zhou family, and saw no shame in tattling.
Having had his dinner and chatted with Xue Han while stepping in the snow for a while, Rongchuan returned home, satisfied.
Zhou Shuren stroked his beard, "Zhang Yang really is growing in capability."
Zhulan was displeased. As a mother, who would want their daughter to share her husband with another, "Her scheming thoughts are many."
Zhou Shuren held a hand warmer, "So he ought to cool down a bit, and just in time. He finds crunching numbers tedious, so I'll give him another task."
Zhulan grew curious, "What task?"