The events of that year, it was a momentary emotional impulse that made him talk to his eldest grandson.
Once said, it was said.
He doesn't need comfort, nor does he need sympathy.
In this life, he owes his wife a debt, and in the next life, he will repay it.
...
The Wei Family's convoy moved forward slowly.
Along the way, they encountered many caravans headed for the Hanhai Desert like them, and these caravans were moving much faster.
"Grandfather, aren't we moving too slowly?"
Wei Wushang felt that even if his grandfather wanted to fish, their dawdling pace would surely be conspicuous, making it obvious they weren't a serious caravan.
Would this kind of fishing attract any fish?
"Haste makes waste; let the news spread first!"
The old man was very calm.
He had been fishing since they left the Capital.
There weren't many people, but there were many carts and horses, some of which left deep tracks on the road.
