"Dad," Zhao Jun said when he saw it was Zhao Youcai. Though he didn't know what his father was up to, he still greeted him.
Zhao Youcai walked over to Zhao Jun's bed and sat at its head. "Stop sleeping. Get up. I need to ask you something."
"What's up?" Zhao Jun climbed out of his warm quilt, grabbing his cotton-padded jacket to put it on.
Zhao Youcai asked, "What did you and Baoyu see today?"
Zhao Jun immediately knew his father was asking about the wild boar tracks they had seen on their way home—the ones that indicated a large gathering.
Just as Zhao Jun was about to answer, Li Dayong walked in. "You're up, nephew," he said to Zhao Jun.
"Uncle Li." Zhao Jun quickly folded his quilt and mattress, pushing them to the back of the bed to make room for Li Dayong to sit.
Li Dayong sat on the edge of the bed. "I got home and listened to that kid Baoyu run his mouth," he told Zhao Jun, "but what he said sounded a little too fantastic."
