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"Xu Qingshan, get out here!"

"If you don't come out, I'll tear this damn door down."

"Sir, the men have been distributed. You have to take them today, whether you like it or not!"

Rough shouts and curses, mixed with the cold wind, poured into the dilapidated house.

Xu Qingshan was woken up by the noise.

To be precise, he was woken up by the cold.

He opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was the blackened thatch on top of his head.

Looking down again, I saw a tattered quilt that was as hard as a wooden board.

There was also a musty smell on the blanket.

The wall is an earthen wall.

The windows were covered with tattered paper.

In the corner of the room sat a chipped wood-chopping knife and half a bowl of frozen brown rice porridge.

Where is this?

Xu Qingshan frowned.

He remembered that he was working overtime at the company and had just opened the food delivery app, intending to reward himself with a braised chicken dish costing 25.8 yuan.

Suddenly everything went black, and when I opened my eyes again, I was in this godforsaken place.

Before he could figure it out, a strange memory suddenly rushed into his mind.

pain.

It felt like someone was drilling an awl into someone's head.

Xu Qingshan groaned and almost fainted again.

Fortunately, the pain came on quickly and went away quickly.

A moment later, he sat on the bed, his face turning somewhat pale.

He crossed.

This is the Great Qian Dynasty.

A dynasty that never existed in history.

The owner of this body was also named Xu Qingshan.

His identity was simple: he was just a lowly soldier in the frontier, the lowest of the low.

There's no one up there.

I have no money in my pocket.

There is no food at home.

He had only a tattered military uniform, a chipped knife, and a military order to go up to the city wall to die in three days.

As for why he ended up in this situation?

It's even more pathetic to talk about.

The original owner was an ordinary farmer in Qingshan County. His parents died early, and his family only had three acres of poor land left.

Last year, when the county collected grain, the village headman gave him an extra two shi (a unit of dry measure).

Unable to pay? Then you'll be sent to the army.

As a result, the original owner was falsely accused of "resisting grain tax payment" and was directly exiled to Blackrock Fortress in the North.

After arriving at the border, he thought that as long as he was honest and obedient, he could make a living.

But as it turns out, honest people are easily bullied wherever they go.

Blackstone Fortress is short of food, clothing, and lives.

The veteran snatched his rations.

The platoon leader withheld his military pay.

When patrolling at night, let him go to the most dangerous places.

When distributing the grain, give him the smallest portion.

Last night, the original owner was sent out to patrol the wall. Wearing a tattered cotton-padded coat that let in the wind, he spent the whole night freezing on the city wall.

Upon returning home, he didn't even get a sip of hot soup before collapsing onto the bed.

Then, he never woke up again.

Xu Qingshan sighed.

This start is truly hard to describe.

When others transmigrate, they become either princes or heirs.

Even at the very least, he'd still be a rich young master.

When it came to him, he was just a lowly border soldier.

They could also have their heads chopped off by the barbarians at any moment.

awful.

It's too awful.

Despite the dire situation, Xu Qingshan wasn't particularly afraid.

After all, he had been a beast of burden in his previous life, and he had seen all sorts of storms.

He was still alive when his boss sent him a message at 11 p.m. asking him to revise the plan.

Isn't this just a matter of survival at the border?

Is there anything scarier than working a job?

"Xu Qingshan!"

The people outside started banging on the door again.

"You little brat, are you dead inside?"

"If you don't come out now, I'm really going to kick the door down."

Xu Qingshan's eyes turned slightly cold.

Despite his weakness, he threw off the covers and got out of bed.

As soon as I stood up, my legs gave way and I almost fell.

This body has been chronically underfed and has just frozen to death, leaving it extremely weak.

Xu Qingshan looked down at his arm.

So damn skinny...

Let alone killing enemies, he'd be in trouble even carrying a sack of rice.

Looks like I need to figure out how to get enough to eat first.

Otherwise, they would starve to death before the barbarians even arrived.

He walked to the door and pulled open the creaking, broken wooden door.

A cold wind swept over us.

There were more than a dozen people standing outside the courtyard.

The leader was a burly soldier with a knife at his waist and an impatient expression.

Xu Qingshan recognized him.

Liu Sandao, the military leader of Black Stone Fortress.

Don't be fooled by the name "Three Knives"; when it comes to actually cutting, you might not even be able to make a clear cut with just one strike.

But when it comes to bullying their own people, they're experts.

Behind Liu Sandao stood several veterans.

The way these people looked at Xu Qingshan was filled with undisguised mockery.

And standing next to them were eight women.

Eight women dressed in prison clothes.

Their hands were bound with hemp rope, their faces were pale, and their bodies were covered in wind, snow, and mud.

Some had their heads down.

Some gritted their teeth.

Some had numb eyes.

There was also a tall woman who, even in prison clothes, stood ramrod straight, her eyes coldly sweeping over her surroundings.

Xu Qingshan was stunned.

No.

What's going on?

He had just transmigrated and didn't even know if he would survive until tomorrow.

Now someone has sent eight women over directly?

Are the benefits in the Great Qian Dynasty really that good?

Liu Sandao grinned when he saw him come out.

"Oh, so you're still alive?"

Several veterans nearby burst into laughter.

"His life is cheap; he won't die so easily."

"That's right, Xu Qingshan may not be good at anything else, but he's quite adept at enduring cold and hunger."

"He survived being frozen like that last night, so it looks like he can climb the city wall a few more times."

Xu Qingshan didn't speak, he just looked at them.

Liu Sandao pointed to the eight women and said, "The imperial court has issued a new decree that criminal women should be sent to the border and assigned to military households."

"You're lucky, you got eight in one go."

"Take it back."

Xu Qingshan raised an eyebrow.

Eight?

Is this just good luck? It's clearly as if they want him to die even faster.

In a place like Blackrock Fortress, even a single grain of rice can cause a fight to the death.

He was just a lowly soldier, barely able to feed himself, when suddenly he had eight more mouths to feed.

Forget about supporting them; I'm afraid someone will try to take advantage of them tonight.

Sure enough, a one-eyed veteran next to him chuckled.

"Xu Qingshan, can you afford to support him?"

"Want to sell me two?"

"I'll give you half a bag of brown rice."

Another veteran laughed and said, "Half a bag of brown rice? Old Li, you're being too generous."

"This kid is so poor he's peeing blood. Give him two steamed buns and he'll call you 'Dad'."

The crowd burst into laughter again.

The eight women's expressions changed slightly.

The woman, dressed in prison clothes but standing ramrod straight, flashed a hint of anger in her eyes.

But she didn't say anything.

She knew very well that saying anything now would be useless.

In the eyes of these border soldiers, they were not human.

She was a criminal woman, someone who could be banished or bought and sold at will.

Liu Sandao waved his hand impatiently, "Alright, stop talking nonsense."

"Xu Qingshan, you can take him away."

"From today onwards, they are yours."

"If you manage to kill it, it's because you're incompetent."

"It ran away; it's because you didn't keep a close watch on it."

"If anything goes wrong, you will be dealt with according to military law."

Xu Qingshan almost laughed.

Good heavens, this isn't just giving away women, it's practically a death trap!

He looked at Liu Sandao and said, "Commander Liu, I'm just a lowly soldier. I don't even have enough rations for myself, how can I support eight people?"

Liu Sandao's face darkened. "What? You want to disobey orders?"

Xu Qingshan did not answer immediately.

The one-eyed old soldier next to him said sarcastically, "Xu Qingshan, don't be ungrateful."

"Others want to get it but can't."

"If you can't afford to raise them, you can give them to us brothers, and we'll help you raise them."

As he spoke, his gaze swept over the eight women, and he laughed in a disgusting manner.

Xu Qingshan's eyes turned cold.

At this moment, among the eight women, the one who looked the most frail lowered her head slightly and secretly clenched her prison clothes with her fingers.

Another woman, who was slightly older, instinctively stepped in front of her.

Xu Qingshan saw it all but said nothing.

Just then, a cold voice suddenly rang in his mind.

[Family unit detected: 8.]

[The National Military Merit System is activated.]

[Host: Xu Qingshan.]

[Identity: A lowly soldier on the border of the Great Qian Dynasty.]

[Current family members: eight.]

[Current Territory: A dilapidated military household courtyard.]

Current food reserves: Less than one day's supply.

[Current military merits: zero.]

Xu Qingshan's eyes flickered.

A system? There really is one?

He had just thought he would have to rely on his small frame to survive at the border.

Unexpectedly, although the cheat was late, it was not absent.

[New player quests released.]

[Mission: Protect your family and survive for seven days.]

[Task Rewards: Basic swordsmanship, 100 catties of fine rice, and a powerful bow.]

[Note: Family members are not a burden. Supporting the family strengthens the body, training soldiers strengthens the army, killing enemies earns merit, and expanding territory can lead to titles and honors.]