Song Yuanbao was overly excited last night, and shortly after getting on the ox cart, he began to nod off.
Song Wei let him lean on his leg, and before long, the little guy was truly asleep.
Old Song knew that Song Wei wasn't in a hurry, so he deliberately had the ox cart slow down, afraid of waking his eldest grandson.
They picked up Xie Zheng at Qingshui Bay, and the ox cart headed towards the county town.
When they arrived, Song Yuanbao still hadn't woken up.
Old Song looked at his eldest grandson with a face full of affection, a hint of helplessness in his tone, "This boy, I told him to sleep early last night, but he wouldn't listen. Now he's got no energy in the early morning, and who knows if he'll hold up."
Song Wei said, "Don't worry, Dad, we have plenty of time this trip, no rush on the road. Once we arrive, we'll find an inn, and Yuanbao will get his rest."
