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Late in the evening, in the latter part of August of the first year of Jianyuan, beside the Weishan Commandery docks.

"Ah, ah, wah!"

Luo Cheng wore the red silk dudou his mother had embroidered by hand, complete with a character for blessings, and a black gauze cap to shield him from the sun. His chubby little bottom rested on Luo Chong's arm. One hand clung around Luo Chong's neck while the other pointed at the lighthouse in front of him, and he babbled excitedly.

Because Luo Chong was always so busy, his wife and children rarely got to see him. On top of that, Xiao Die's personally overseen trial cotton-planting project had succeeded this year, so she and Zhan Ying had brought the children along. They claimed they were here to report the results of the trial planting to Luo Chong, but in truth, they simply wanted to come see him after going several months without meeting him. Besides, the two children were already over eight months old. As long as proper precautions were taken, taking them out for a stroll was hardly a bad thing.

Luo Chong was delighted to see his wife and children arrive. It wasn't that he disliked caring for children; it was simply that the Han Tribe was in a period of rapid development, and he truly couldn't spare the time to become a full-time stay-at-home father.

"Oh, you little rascal, you like lighthouses that much? When we get back, Father will make you one. You can hold it and play with it then."

Luo Chong happily rubbed his son's chubby little bottom, his heart filling with satisfaction. Luo Cheng giggled foolishly, drool running all over Luo Chong, while Xiao Die, serving nearby, hurriedly wiped her son's mouth with a handkerchief. Beside them, Zhan