At that moment, an elderly man walked slowly toward Mrs. Zhao and her daughter.
"Grandpa Wu."
"Is there news about my brother?" Seeing the old man approach, Zhao Ying broke into a smile, hurriedly opened the courtyard gate, and asked joyfully.
"Ying'er is certainly clever," the old man said with a smile, complimenting Zhao Ying before his gaze shifted to the anxious Mrs. Zhao.
"Village Chief, how is Feng'er?" Mrs. Zhao asked with trepidation.
It had been almost ten months, a long time with no news of her son. After being conscripted, he could have been assigned to the perilous Northern Frontier or perhaps to a Frontier Army on the border with other nations. All of these possibilities worried Mrs. Zhao.
"I asked around for a long time," Village Chief Wu said. "I don't know the specifics about Zhao Feng, but it seems he's been assigned to the Logistics Army."
