A Border Garrison Soldier Starts by Receiving Two Wives

I was just a border soldier out in the frontier, commonly known as a dirt-poor grunt.

Making ends meet was hard enough, and with my life hanging by a thread, I never knew when I might die on the battlefield.

So why, given all that, did the higher-ups assign me two wives? How am I supposed to keep them safe, let alone feed them?

Well, since food is scarce, we can barely keep our bellies full or clothes on our backs, and now I have two wives to support, what can I do? I can't run a business, and I can't farm.

Guess I'll have to rob people!

Hey, Great Khan of the Xiongnu, don't run! Let me see what valuables you've got on you!

Oh, turns out you're a broke bastard too. Then do a Hu Xuan dance for me before you go... Get lost!

Hey, chieftain of Bozhou, I heard your family has hundreds of pounds of smoked pig trotters and hundreds of slabs of cured meat?

Come on, are you going to hand them over yourself, or should I take them by force?

And you! Don't run... I'm talking to you, you Lao hill monkey!

I hear you have plenty of rice. Share some with me, and let my brothers and me help you polish it off.

Oh, and you Koreans, I don't care if you're from the North or the South. Everything your lot owns belongs to me!

What, all you've got is kimchi?

Fine, I'll do you the honor of taking your kimchi jars too...