Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade

Qian Yixiu approached Zhang Yang and asked, "Who are Little General Li and Little General Huo?"

Zhang Yang replied, "I’m not familiar with them. Yesterday they suddenly went to Daci Temple, saying they had specially requested a few days off to spend some time with Young Master Liang. My father and I were also at Daci Temple burning incense, and Young Master Liang introduced us to them. According to Young Master Liang, both of them hold the position of deputy lieutenant in the military with the rank of Seventh Rank. Their families are originally from Capital City, and after the war ended two years ago, they were transferred to Xizhou Province. Hearing that your family has White Wolf, they thought of coming to see it and, by the way, to go hunting in the mountains."

Qian Yixiu sighed, "They’re just a couple of kids, how did they become Seventh-rank Officials?"

Her own father-in-law had fought life and death battles for many years, and by the time of his death, he was just a Seventh Rank military commander, yet he was still the fastest promoted soldier among all those who went to fight from Xishan County.

Zhang Yang said with a smile, "Little General Li is the son of General Li, and Little General Huo is the son of Lieutenant General Huo."

Qian Yixiu had already guessed that they were relying on their fathers’ positions as officials to get ahead. However, she still felt that the speed of their promotion was too quick, looking no more than seventeen, about the same age as the mature-looking Uncle Liang.

Zhang Yang, seeing what was on her mind, chuckled, "Don’t underestimate them; they’ve both earned their stripes on the battlefield."

Qian Yixiu exclaimed in surprise, "They were so young, weren’t they under ten years old when the war started?"

Zhang Yang explained, "They went to the battlefield in the year before the war was about to end."

Qian Yixiu pursed her lips and said, "Then they definitely knew the war was about to end and that victory was near, so they went to grab some military merits." She then spoke with a touch of sadness, "Actually, it’s always been this way throughout the dynasties; when danger arises, the poor folk’s children will bravely charge to the forefront. But as the danger nears its end, a lot of officials’ sons will come out to snatch merits and ranks. All those who died, they paved the way for these people..."

In their records of service, there might even be the achievements of her father-in-law.

Guessing she was thinking of her deceased father, Zhang Yang also sighed and fell silent.