Chapter 65 - 61: The Bandit from Qingzhou
He poured wine for the three of them in turn, and Liao, with his rough fingertips caressing the wine pitcher, said with a carefree laugh,
"It’s precisely because times are troubled that I must go. My ancestors were soldiers, and there were generals among them. My grandfather was a Colonel, and my father was a scout. As a child, I often heard them talk about war, and I deeply yearned to be like the men who established their careers on the battlefield.
Unfortunately, in the end, I only mixed it up as a constable at the yamen. After getting married and starting a family, that aspiration faded.
Fourteen years ago, I had the chance to join the army, but unfortunately, at that time, the court signed that humiliating ’Dan Yun Peace Treaty’ with Yanrong—paying indemnities and even sending off women. Damn it, I was so angry I didn’t go!"
By this point, a fierce and angry expression had converged between Liao’s brows.
Lu Renjia and Zhang Yunwu remained silent.
The shameful peace treaty that disgraced the great Central Plains was a pain in the heart of every Dazhou citizen.
As for Jiang Shouzhong, he was rather unmoved. Not to mention that it hadn’t even been two years since he had crossed over to this strange world, even if it were ten or eight years, he would still lack a sense of belonging.
Dissatisfied with the small wine cups, Liao decided to get a bowl and fill it up, saying with a laugh,
"Fortunately, the court has grown a spine, and last year, His Majesty forcefully rebuked those barbarians who came to demand money in the great hall, declaring that Dazhou would never give Yanrong a penny again.