Fu Zhi passed away, and Zhao Hanzhang only gave Fu Tinghan three months to mourn before insisting he return to work.
Fu Tinghan was in mourning for Fu Zhi at home, but in reality, apart from not going to the office, traveling, and eating vegetarian, life was not much different from usual. Every day after waking up, aside from burning incense thrice daily, he locked himself in the study.
The desk was covered with drafts containing things that even Fu Xuan couldn't quite understand.
Princess Hongnong felt this was unacceptable, too lacking in filial piety, so she had a grass hut built by Fu Zhi's tomb and drove the father and son there to mourn.
She delivered meals to them every day.
Fu Tinghan obediently went but thought her frequent trips were too troublesome, wasting a full day just delivering meals.
With his modern mindset, Fu Tinghan thought, what's impossible to do within this time?
So, he brought a bag of rice and millet, deciding to prepare his own meals.
