Getting paid monthly wages felt great.
She wrapped the silver in a handkerchief, held it to her chest, and returned to her little nest. Freshly earned silver had to be warmed first. Let the outside world descend into chaos—she would turn a deaf ear. Once she got back, she would spread the silver and gold across her bed and sleep on it.
The world outside remained as chaotic as ever. The Tang Empire was on the verge of collapse, with feudal lords rising everywhere. Interestingly, those lords had begun fighting among themselves. Some grew vastly stronger, while even more were swallowed up by so-called righteous armies.
As always, just because they flew the banner of a righteous army did not mean they were anything good.
How could ordinary commoners possibly possess the brains to lead troops into battle and seize cities and territory? It was all Aristocratic Clans pulling strings from the shadows. For example, some so-called outstanding hero had supposedly been born into poverty and struggled to survive in his youth, then rose in fury against the rotten court. Starting with a few dozen people, he expanded to tens of thousands, while famous scholars and lofty masters flocked to him for his virtuous reputation.
Tch~
How ridiculous. If he had truly been poor and barely surviving, would all those people well versed in military texts and strategy have come to join him?
Aristocratic Clans could fool the ignorant, but anyone with half a brain could see the trick hidden within.
They merely wanted to use the Chaotic Times to gain benefits. Fighting for the people was pure nonsense. After years of warfare, only one or two out of every ten commoners remained alive. And this was supposedly for all the people under heaven.
History was written by the victors.