"This really is a twist of fate."
"Indeed."
She hadn't expected such a coincidence either.
Bai Su gave another order. "Since that's settled, you'll be responsible for this, Zhi Zong. Pick out twenty Low-Tier Gongshi and eighty soldiers familiar with land reclamation, and have them follow the Scholar's instructions. If you need more hands, come back and request them. Don't let the work fall behind schedule."
"Yes."
Lu Ji clasped her fists and accepted the order.
She went to arrange everything, while Liao Jia and the others only had to sit and wait where they were. Naturally, they chatted a little.
"This young man's courtesy name is Zhi Zong?"
Liao Jia had been rather impressed by the young man.
Bai Su had been quietly observing this unfamiliar face. Hearing Liao Jia ask about Lu Ji, she said, "That's right. Lu Ji, courtesy name Zhi Zong. Zhi Zong wasn't her original name. She was still young back then and was simply called by her place in the family, according to her age. But misfortune struck, and her father and brothers were all killed in battle. She's stubborn by nature, so she gave herself a new name."
"Oh, so that's what happened."
Liao Jia felt no particular stir of emotion. It wasn't that he lacked compassion; he'd simply seen so many tragedies like this that they no longer surprised him.
By comparison, Lu Ji was still fortunate.
At least she was a Martial Gall Warrior, with a chance to turn her life around in the future. If she'd been an ordinary commoner, who knew where her bones would have been buried?
Perhaps because Shen Tang had gotten so used to treating Martial Gall Warriors as all-purpose laborers, calling on them for work every few days, the military camp had even developed a