Zhao Sheng himself had never imagined that Zhao Cheng, usually so timid and weak, would do such a thing. Once one joined the Yellow Heaven Army, land and fields would immediately be allotted to the family, along with rations. If the soldier died in battle, the land would not be reclaimed—only the rations would be lost.
Later, Zhao Cheng displayed talent in Dao arts, which was why he had not died directly on the battlefield. Within the army, ordinary soldiers suffered the highest casualty rate. If one became an officer, even merely a commandant, one's safety would increase greatly.
Daoists—so long as they had only just entered the Dao—would all be appointed as commandants.
Zhao Cheng had first entered the Dao, then later become a banner captain. The family's circumstances had improved enormously, and as the family of an officer, they could even migrate along with the army, with their safety guaranteed as well.
Even Zhao Sheng's current possession of a shop, and Zhao Xiang having enough meat to eat so she would not be thin as withered grass, were all due to Zhao Cheng's repeated merits in the army.
In truth, even their current circumstances were only because Zhao Sheng had saved most of the silver bestowed by the Yellow Heaven Army, intending to leave it for Zhao Cheng to use as bride-price when he took a wife. Otherwise, the Zhao Family could have appeared even more prosperous.
Of course, Zhao Cheng, the Daoist, had originally wanted Zhao Sheng to keep the money for his little sister's dowry.
He was a Daoist and knew the dangers of war. From the moment he had gone to enlist, he had never imagined that he might return alive someday.
"But, but..."
Zhao Xiang hesitated, yet still did not mention the nightmare she