Zeng Sanshui was shocked by their harsh training.
What if he accidentally dropped dozens of rice grains?
He shook his head. "Isn't this enough to kill the soldiers?"
The soldier lowered his voice and said, "You won't even have a chance to die from training. If you fall, someone will send you to the doctor immediately. You don't have to come back after you have recovered."
Zeng Sanshui couldn't help but say, "Isn't that good? You can go home and enjoy your warm bed with your wife and children."
The soldier pursed his lips. "General, you don't know about this, right? If we become soldiers, it's a cradle-to-grave job in our Carefree Kingdom. We'll get five taels of silver a month and all kinds of allowances during festive seasons. If we die on the battlefield, according to our military achievements, our families will have at least 50 taels of silver as compensation!"
