Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots

Liu Zhiguang really had a knack for martial arts. Although he wasn’t much interested in reading books, he took great pleasure in studying military treatises. Moreover, anything he read once, he could integrate and apply effortlessly. There was an instance when Liu Siliang was working the fields with his sons, and during a break, Liu Zhiguang arranged cornstalks into a formation. Were it not for this slip that exposed him, perhaps Liu Zhiguang would never have discovered his older brother’s secret.

However, the military treatises that Liu Zhiguang read were mostly purchased from street stalls, some were damaged and incomplete, while others had faded writings that were hard to discern. There wasn’t much choice; these old books were much cheaper than the new ones. The silver that Liu Zhiguang saved by skimping on food each month wasn’t enough to buy even one new book, but it could get him several old ones.

That’s why he cared so much about the New Year’s red envelopes. With them, he could finally purchase a new book he had long set his eyes on, one that was a mandatory possession for everyone in the formidable Xia Family Army. His greatest wish was to join the Xia Family Army, and even if he was just a lowly soldier, he would be overjoyed.

Upon returning home, the adults were still discussing Liu Zhiguang’s pursuit of martial arts. Zhao Suxin looked at her husband with not a small amount of resentment, insisting incessantly that learning martial arts was useless, and that it was only through studying and passing the imperial examinations to become a Literary Champion and a high-ranking official that one could truly succeed.

Although they had agreed to their son’s wish to learn martial arts, deep down, they still did not fully approve. In their view, the outcome of learning martial arts was nothing more than becoming a mere house guard. If their son studied hard, even if he couldn’t become a Literary Champion like their second son, he could still recognize characters and become a Mr. Accountant. How could protecting a house compare to the prestige of being an accountant?

Moreover, even if everything went as their son said, and he went to battle, achieving merits and establishing a career, were enemies that easy to kill? Was serving in the Imperial Court’s army that simple?

Lin Yuan sighed inwardly. The Imperial Court only recognized the Literary Champion, not the Military Champion. If only there was a Military Champion—it certainly would have been a path many officials in the past followed to rise through the ranks.

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After Liu Zhiguang’s issue was settled, following lunch, several of Lady Liu’s old friends from before came to visit her and catch up.