Zhao Hanzhang and the others quickly returned to Luoyang.
Zhao Erlang heard that his sister was back and immediately dropped his plow to run back.
The young lad who used to be rather fair-skinned had grown quite a bit since last autumn and was now slightly taller than Zhao Hanzhang.
However, his entire face was sunburned, and Wang Yu was embarrassed to admit that Zhao Erlang looked like him.
In a rare moment, Wang Yu found a topic to discuss with him, "Erlang, you're a young man now, you should pay some attention to your appearance. Without a father or older brother, perhaps your uncle can teach you how to groom yourself?"
Zhao Erlang flatly refused, "My sister said men shouldn't use powder. We men of Yu State pride ourselves on our masculine beauty."
He clenched his fist and showed off his strong arms to Wang Yu, saying, "Uncle, look, am I particularly manly now?"
Wang Yu was dumbfounded; masculine he was, but his nephew's aesthetics were questionable.
