Mom, I want to be a soldier. "Xin Zhao said suddenly.
The cake in her mother's hand fell to the ground with a thud. She hurriedly picked it up and patted the soil on it, her voice trembling: "What nonsense are you talking about! Being a soldier means killing people! Your father is..."
"Dad died of illness, not in battle. "Xin Zhao interrupted her, with a young man's unique stubbornness in his tone, "Besides, even if you die on the battlefield, it is better than starving to death at home. Look at Wang Erzhu. He went to serve as a soldier the year before last. When he came back last year, he was promoted to a public servant. His family was assigned two acres of good land and he even married a daughter-in-law. "
The mother's eyes were red, and she knew her son was telling the truth. In the past few years, there has been a severe drought in Guanzhong, and the harvests in the fields have been worse than the previous years. However, the government's taxes have only increased. Many families have sold their sons and daughters and fled to famine. Staying here may really be the only way to die.
"But... But it's too dangerous on the battlefield. She wiped away her tears, her voice choked with sobs, "Mom, I only have a son like you." "
Xin Zhao walked over and hugged his mother's shoulders. His shoulders were still very thin, but he tried hard to give his mother some support. "Mom, don't worry, I'm very lucky. When I have accomplished my merits and been promoted to a noble title, I will take you to live in the city, and you will no longer have to plow this bad land. "
His words were like a stone thrown into the lake of mother's heart, causing ripples in circles. Looking at her son's young and determined face, she suddenly felt that maybe this was really the only way out.
