I support the army through farming and business.

Chapter 284 Career Mind

Tang Zhao stood there, stunned.

Her mentor from her previous life had said the same thing.

Tang Zhao came from a poor family; not only was the family poor, but they were also extremely sexist.

Girls in the mountains seem to be raised by their parents only to receive a bride price for their sons.

However, Tang Zhao had three younger brothers, and the dowry from Tang Zhao alone was not enough for her three brothers to share.

So her parents decided to sell Tang Zhao to a widower in the deep mountains to be his wife.

Heaven help us, Tang Zhao's home is already deep in the mountains, in a place completely far removed from modern civilization.

Tang Zhao, who was educated and had seen the new society, was unwilling to do so.
So she ran away.

She ran to her teacher's house and knelt on the ground, begging her teacher to save her.

Upon hearing this, the teacher immediately rode his electric scooter to town with Tang Zhao, and used all the money he had to buy Tang Zhao a train ticket and five steamed buns.

The teacher gently stroked Tang Zhao's head with his rough, large hand. "Zhao Zhao, although I only taught you for half a semester, your intelligence, kindness, perseverance, and courage have left a deep impression on me."

"Your teacher knows that you are different from the children in the mountains. You are not a sparrow confined to the trivialities of home, but an eagle that can soar in the sky."

"Go ahead boldly and never look back."

Holding the train ticket that still carried the warmth of her teacher's body, Tang Zhao kowtowed to her teacher with tears in her eyes, and then resolutely boarded the train that was about to depart.

More than 20 years have passed, and Tang Zhao has become a well-known businesswoman in Shanghai. She still misses her teacher, so she bought seven or eight large truckloads of gifts and returned to the mountains with a large group of bodyguards.

The next time I saw my teacher was at his grave.

Due to years of overwork and malnutrition, the teacher passed away in his twentieth year of teaching.

Tang Zhao knelt before her teacher's grave and recounted the events of the past twenty years to her teacher: how she was adopted by a kind farming family, how she went to school while farming, how she started her own business, how she was cheated, and how she made a comeback. By the end, tears had soaked her clothes.

Tang Zhao did not visit the parents who gave birth to him but did not raise him, nor did they educate him. He simply picked up a handful of soil from his teacher's grave and left that land.

Gu Ci looked at Tang Zhao, whose eyes were filled with tears. This was the first time the man who was calm and composed even when fighting enemies on the battlefield had panicked. "If you feel tired, I'll teach you slowly, okay?"

Gu Ci softened his tone and coaxed, "Zhao Zhao, be good, don't cry, okay? When you cry, it feels like my heart is being squeezed."

Tang Zhao choked up, "I, I."

Gu Ci said patiently, "Don't rush, tell me slowly."

"I just feel wronged," she said, feeling wronged on behalf of her mentor, who changed her life, but she didn't have the chance to show her respect or see him again.

Gu Ci tenderly wrapped his arms around Tang Zhao, his hand, usually wielding a gun, gently patting Tang Zhao's back. "If you want to cry, just cry."

Tang Zhao wrapped her arms around Gu Ci's waist and nestled in his arms, crying her heart out.

Half an hour later, Gu Ci carried Tang Zhao, who had cried herself to sleep, back to the tent and stayed by her bedside without leaving her side.

As night fell, Tang Zhao was awakened by the aroma of food, and the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was Gu Ci.

"Are you awake? Are you hungry?"

Tang Zhao nodded and said in a hoarse voice, "Hungry."

Gu Ci returned after a short while, carrying a bowl of warm porridge. He sat down by the bed and scooped a spoonful to feed Tang Zhao.

Tang Zhao opened his mouth and drank it. The warm porridge soothed his dry throat, and Tang Zhao felt much better.

"Drink slowly, don't rush," Gu Ci fed him another spoonful. "There's plenty more in the kitchen."

Tang Zhao drank three large bowls of meat porridge, but couldn't finish the remaining half bowl. Gu Ci didn't force her and ate it all himself. Tang Zhao's eyes widened; no one had ever eaten her leftovers before.

After Gu Ci finished eating, he washed the bowl with water and put it aside. He saw Tang Zhao with her big, bright eyes, looking at the stranger who had unexpectedly wandered into the forest with a bewildered expression. She was extremely cute.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Tang Zhao looked away, and after lying in bed for a while, his brain, which had been malfunctioning, finally changed the subject, saying, "I lost my composure today."

Gu Ci didn't take it to heart. "Everyone has sad times. It's nothing."

"They won't laugh at me, will they?"

"meeting!"

Tang Zhao choked. Even if he knew how, shouldn't a normal person say no at this point?

"What should we do then?" Tang Zhao asked anxiously. How could she lead the Northwest Army like this?
Gu Ci comforted her, "This is a good thing."

Tang Zhao did not believe it.

"After this experience, your previous image in the hearts of the soldiers will be broken. They will no longer feel that you are unapproachable, but will instead feel that you are approachable."

Gu Ci used himself as an example: "When I first entered the army, the soldiers took care of me because of my status, but they still carefully avoided me."

"Until I went to the battlefield for the first time to kill the enemy, after I came off the battlefield and saw the corpses and blood all over the ground, I was so scared and disgusted that I vomited directly."

Tang Zhao's eyes lit up. "You're afraid too?"

“Yes, I’m afraid too,” Gu Ci smiled. “The soldiers, just like you are now, have discovered that besides being the son of King Xuan, I am just like them, capable of fear and disgust. From then on, they treated me with even greater affection.”

Tang Zhao suddenly realized what was going on and completely let the matter go.

The next day, when Tang Zhao accompanied Gu Ci on another inspection of the military camp, many soldiers greeted Tang Zhao from afar.

This greeting was no longer as respectful as before, lacking the deference due to the princess's status, but rather carrying a hint of intimacy.

Tang Zhao was very satisfied until he met Gu Xuan.

"Tang Zhao, I heard you were so scared by the hardships of military life that you cried? You're so useless!" Gu Xuan said proudly. "Look at me, I think military camp is great, the days are fulfilling, and I'm not tired at all!"

Tang Zhao chuckled.

"Oh dear, I never expected this, Tang Zhao, to have such a day."

The tone was as if he wished he could paint down Tang Zhao's crying face and admire it every day.

Tang Zhao picked at his ear. "Have you said enough?"

Gu Xuan hadn't said enough. In the past, Tang Zhao always taught her a lesson. Now that she finally had the chance to turn the tables and be the master, she could talk for three days and three nights and still not be enough!

Gu Ci gave a warning look.

Gu Xuan was speechless. Fifth Brother was good in every way, except that he really had no taste in people. He treated a man-eating flower as a delicate little white lotus and protected it.

Tang Zhao said, "I'm here to deliver a message from my mother. Your wedding is approaching, and she wants you to return to the palace as soon as possible to prepare for your marriage."

Gu Xuan refused, "There are so many things to do in the military medical camp, how can I leave? Yao Niang and Da Hua haven't even started dating yet, and only Jia Hui is here. Master will definitely yell at us."

Tang Zhao asked, "So you're not going to get married?"

Gu Xuan waved her hand, "I can try on my wedding dress the day before the wedding. I have to go back to the military camp to continue working after the three-day homecoming."

Tang Zhao never expected that sending Gu Xuan to the military medical camp would ignite her ambition.

Judging from her tone, she's definitely a strong, independent woman!