Old Mrs. Chen mentioned wool, and Chen Zigeng scratched the small satchel on his shoulder.
Chen Zigeng said, "Sister took it to Grandpa Sun. If there's an issue, I'll take it to General Song."
Old Mrs. Chen was a bit stunned: "When did your sister go?"
"Just now," Chen Zigeng replied, "when you came out of the house."
Old Mrs. Chen was dumbfounded; how did she not see? Her granddaughter and grandson were really clever, anyone who tried to scheme against them was truly blind.
Chen Zigeng had to see the teacher every day, and sister said that those outside had already assumed they were in league with General Song. Seeing him go to General Song wouldn't seem strange; rather, it would be reassuring.
In the time it took to burn an incense stick, Xie Liangchen handed the cloth-wrapped wool to Chen Zigeng: "It's different now."
