Xiahou Yan and Zhang Xie exchanged glances; they both threw the sickle to the edge of the field and asked, "What troubles Lord Zhao?"
Zhang Xie dusted off the dirt on his body and rolled down his pant legs before first inviting Zhao Hanzhang and Fu Tinghan to sit down.
In front of the thatched house, there was a mat laid out, along with a low table, and a stove by the side heating water, ready to make tea or warm wine.
Zhao Hanzhang and Fu Tinghan placed their gifts down and were not in a hurry to sit. They waited until both men approached before assuming the primary and secondary positions to kneel and sit.
She unsealed the wine, casually picked up a bowl from the table to pour the wine, sighing as she said, "There are indeed too many woes; governing one area is not easy, let alone two areas both awaiting revival."
