Zhao Gao returned home safely. Although he looked ragged and disheveled, at least he was in one piece, and the fact that he could still jump around after surviving corvée labor was truly a blessing.
After eating a simple breakfast, Zhao Yan specially prepared a herbal medicine packet for Zhao Gao to take a medicated bath. The whole house was soon filled with the scent of Chinese medicine. However, because Zhao Yan had handled a large number of medicinal herbs over the past year, Madam Chen and the others had long since become immune to the smell—they even found it rather pleasant.
Zhao Gao's hair was severely tangled, goodness knows how long it had been since he last washed it. Some of the knots simply wouldn't brush out, so Zhao Yan decisively cut those sections off to avoid pulling painfully on his scalp. Zhao Gao didn't raise any objections; he had no rigid notions about how one's body, hair, and skin are gifts from one's parents and must not be trimmed. Seeing his wife and children after months apart, he felt nothing but joy. As for hair and such, it didn't matter at all to him—hair would just grow back anyway, so it didn't matter if it was cropped a bit shorter now.
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