Zhao Shen's spirit lifted upon hearing the words, and with a shy and somewhat embarrassed face said, "Grandfather, I do not love fine clothes. A gentleman beautifies the world with virtue; even if dressed in ragged sacks, it's beautiful. I wish to learn the way of supporting the family from you, grandfather."
Zhao Song was moved to tears, full of comfort, "My grandson has grown up."
Then he said, "Your father is here, he is in his prime. The matter of supporting the family is his responsibility. You just focus on recovering, and if you lack anything, tell the villager to prepare it for you."
Zhao Shen shook his head seriously and said, "Grandfather does not know. I brought back more than a thousand people this time, all needing to be fed and clothed, so I need to support them. Alas, it is a pity that I have nothing; even supporting myself is difficult, let alone them, so I wanted to learn the way of supporting the family from you, grandfather."
