Sixth day of the second month.
All Xuanqing Guard garrisons within Fengri City's jurisdiction were unusually lively, because the Black Banner Battalion's distribution plan had been announced, along with the first quarter's resource allotment arriving together.
The ones truly elated were the lowest-ranking soldiers. When packs of Peiyuan Pills were handed to them, it was as if dawn's light illuminated their eyes.
Ordinary soldiers at the bottom had neither reliable family backgrounds to depend on, nor sturdy ladders to climb, only seeking cracks for upward mobility amid their meager existence.
Of course, compared to commoners, Black Banner soldiers certainly lived "full and flavorful" lives—their pay alone was enough to make ordinary folk envious, even call them well-off. But to think such "affluence" could grant a glimpse at the gate to being a cultivator was pure fantasy.
