At this moment!
An old man slowly walked toward Mrs. Zhao and her daughter.
"Mr. Wu."
"Is there any news about my brother?"
Seeing the old man arrive, Zhao Ying instantly broke into a smile, hurriedly opened the gate, and asked excitedly.
"Ying, you really are clever." The old man laughed, praised Zhao Ying, then looked toward Mrs. Zhao, who was standing anxiously beside her.
"Village Chief, how is my Feng'er?" Mrs. Zhao asked with trepidation.
It's been nearly ten months.
And all this time without news from her son. With military conscription, he could be sent to the perilous Northern Frontier, or be assigned to the frontier army bordering other nations.
All of this made Mrs. Zhao worry.
"I've had people looking for a long while, but I don't know the details about Zhao Feng. However, it seems he's been assigned to the Logistics Army," Wu Lizheng said.
"Assigned to the Logistics Army?"
