Time passed swiftly, Zhou Shuren, who rarely had a day off, didn't want to get up in the morning. He not only refused to rise himself but also kept his wife in bed.
Zhulan, wrapped in a robe and sitting leaned back, complained, "If you don't want to get up, then don't, but why must you keep me from getting up?"
Zhou Shuren didn't respond to his wife's remark. He found sleeping on the warm kang during winter immensely comfortable. Now that the quilt was toasty warm, he snuggled deeper into it and said, "Time really flies; it feels like the New Year has arrived in the blink of an eye."
Zhulan, clutching a soft pillow, said, "That's because you're so busy, that's why time seems to pass so quickly."
Zhou Shuren whispered, "If I weren't intentionally delaying things, mark my words, the Emperor would definitely assign me even more tasks. That would really keep me busy."
