Huai Zi stood up and said solemnly to Zhang Dashuan, "Dad, Grandpa Wu and Seventh Grandfather have finished eating. I'll see them out. Our family's affairs are no one else's business. Ever since Grandpa died, no one has bothered to check on us, and we certainly don't expect them to start now."
Zhang Dashuan nodded, his face impassive. "We have to go to the wheat fields this afternoon," he said. "We're busy. Let Grandpa Wu and Seventh Grandfather see themselves out—they're still spry, and their legs work just fine. They don't need anyone to escort them." With that, he went back to drinking his water.
The two old men were stunned. They pointed a trembling finger at Zhang Dashuan and his son, sputtering and shouting but unable to form a complete sentence. They clearly hadn't expected the Zhang family's father and son to dare treat their own clan elders in such a manner.
