Zhou Fengchun patted his shoulder, "Alright, alright, Xiaoyun, you are a man. Why have you become a young girl? Only young girls cry so delicately, and no amount of consoling will do!"
"Little sister!" Xibao suddenly thought of Fubao.
Lu's father touched the top of his grandson's head and said to Zhao Xiaoyun, "Xiaoyun, quickly help your Grandfather Zhou into the house for a meal. The busy farming season is right in front of us, and there is plenty of work at our Wanglou Brigade. We won't have a moment's rest. We'll need to work after eating; without food, how will we have the energy to work?"
"Can we do less?" Zhao Xiaoyun felt even more heartbroken when he heard that Zhou Fengchun would still have to work despite his injury.