Zhao Hanzhang wore a radiant and loving expression, "Yes, they are all victims of this war, having lost their parents and families. If they can learn a few characters and some arithmetic, their future life will have some hope, so they won't have to suffer from poverty and lack of support."
Zhao Cheng nodded, "You have a kind heart and can think long-term for them. Xiping County is lucky to have you as County Lord, much better than those who seek fame and fortune."
Zhao Ming looked at Zhao Hanzhang with doubt lingering in his eyes.
Zhao Hanzhang smiled at him and asked Fu Tinghan to entertain them well, while she turned and went to the kitchen to check on the slaughtered lamb.
The lamb was almost ready, and Uncle Cheng directed people to move the charcoal stove into the pavilion. Following Zhao Hanzhang's instructions, he fixed a polished stone slab over the charcoal fire.
The young men glanced at it and said, "It's so convenient to cook at home, why use a stone pot?"
