Militia Life (3)

Mother patted Peter's arm and said earnestly, "Peter, you're the eldest brother, so you need to think more about the family. In the militia, don't be too honest and straightforward. Be clever, listen to your officers, and take your training seriously!"

She lowered her voice, carrying both some news she had heard and a note of encouragement. "I heard from Aunt Anna next door that her son performed well and was selected for the Lord's Main Corps! He can earn two silver coins a month! They also provide plenty of food and clothing! Wouldn't it be wonderful if you were selected too?"

Peter listened to his mother, his emotions tangled.

He understood his mother's expectations and knew the difficulties their family faced. More than that, he felt the heavy responsibility pressing down on his shoulders.

He was silent for several seconds before finally letting out an almost inaudible sigh. He replied softly, "Yeah, I understand, Mom. I will."

Breakfast ended in a somewhat heavy atmosphere.

After clearing away the bowls and dishes, Mother hurried out, planning to look around the market in Tunbao and ask experienced neighbors about raising chickens, ducks, and lambs—the prices, the tricks of the trade, and the things to watch out for.

To her, improving the family's life—especially creating better conditions for her younger son, Daniel—outweighed everything else.

Peter and his sister, Amina, picked up the hoe and shovel leaning against the corner. They pushed open the door and headed toward their plot of land on the outskirts of Tunbao.

Tunbao was already bustling early in the morning, with people coming and going along the roads.

Along the way, Peter kept running into familiar neighbors and fellow militiamen he had trained with. They nodded to each other and exchanged simple greetings.

Yet his gaze was unconsciously