Xiao Shao rubbed Xiao Han's head and said, "Don't talk too much."
Knowing his eldest brother's temperament, Xiao Han stopped persuading him and finished the remaining half a bowl of millet porridge in one gulp.
Sitting around the bonfire, Xiao Shao looked at Fan Zhengying and asked, "Fan Da Lang, how is your body condition now?"
Fan Zhengying looked at him and said, "Thanks to your care, my internal injuries will recover after a day or two of rest."
Hearing his answer, Xiao Shao said, "That's good to hear."
After chatting for a while, everyone fell asleep. The women and children slept in the mule carts and the sleigh was given to Xiao Yi, Fan Zhengying and Old Master Fan. As for Xiao Shao, Xiao Han and Fan Zhengyin, they took turns to stay vigil.
When the moon was slightly slanted to the west sky, Xiao Shao stood up and went to wake Xiao Han up. He gently patted his younger brother on the shoulder and said, "Er Lang, wake up."
