Two days later, Zhulan personally saw Yang Wen out of the city. Yang Wen was headed to the National Protection Camp, which was not far from the capital. Since others were with him, Yang Wen did not need to bring many things. Nevertheless, Zhulan still prepared plenty of broken silver and some dried meat and shrimp for him.
Sharing good food could quickly integrate one into the group, so she prepared sustenance that could stave off hunger, conducive for socializing.
Chang Zhong clung to the carriage window, watching Yang Wen leave; his eyes filled with envy. "Mother, what do you think about your son becoming a general? He would certainly be impressive."
Zhulan pinched her son's face. "Didn't you say you wanted to bring back the title of Top Scorer for your father?"
Chang Zhong, somewhat weary of studying, hung his head—his days filled with reading and writing, "Son wants to protect Mother, like Yang Wen, by standing at the door with a sword."
