They were also grateful to General Guan for his magnanimity, which allowed Lian'er to achieve great things in life.
Not only in business, but also in the military.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a favor.
The men of the Qiao family also learned about this, and when they returned, they were all overjoyed, their faces and eyes shining.
They felt guilty that Lian'er had been worrying about them behind the scenes all the time, yet received little glory in return.
Now I just feel that the regret in my heart has been filled.
This feeling was even greater than if they had been promoted themselves.
The strategist, he is the strategist! One idea can determine the course of the battle. He is the soul of the army. Not to mention the captains and lieutenant generals, even General Guan would treat him with some respect.
Qiao Lian'er's mood was also different from before.
She used to want to earn more money, get rich, become a wealthy woman, and give her uncles and brothers advice so that they could climb one step after another.
Because she knew that in ancient times, there were fewer paths a woman could take. She was not one to accept her fate, but she also wouldn't go against the prevailing circumstances, as that would be a thankless and pointless endeavor.
General Guan made her his strategist, which was tantamount to opening up another path for her and providing her with a stepping stone.
She felt that the road ahead was wide open, and she felt a greater sense of responsibility, or rather, a mission and belief.
“When you go to the battlefield in the future, I can go with you openly and legitimately,” Qiao Lian’er said.
The brothers looked at their sister, who was almost thirteen years old. In their memory, she was still thin and small, but upon closer inspection, they saw that she had grown taller and was now carrying responsibilities. For some reason, they felt a lump in their throats.
My younger sister is still a child, yet she has to shoulder these responsibilities. But for her, isn't this also a kind of honor?
"We, the Qiao family, just keep moving forward, stride forward," said Old Mrs. Qiao.
A few days later, the military uniforms for the garrison arrived, along with a feather fan for command. In winter, they wore two crane-feather cloaks, and in summer, two brocade robes embroidered with official totems and patterns.
Qiao Lian'er had learned about the history of Daze Kingdom, which was very similar to the history of the world she came from. Many historical events and figures were similar, if not completely, but at least six or seven parts similar.
Even the map shows small countries dotting the south, the ocean to the east, snow-capped peaks to the west, a hot climate, and deserts everywhere.
She suspected that this place was a parallel universe, similar to an ancient one.
Even the feather fan, a favorite of strategists and military advisors, and the crane cloak worn by Zhuge Liang, are found here with corresponding historical figures who possess them, and the styles are almost identical.
Qiao Lian'er, dressed in a crane cloak and holding a feather fan, really looked like the real thing.
She then put on a brocade robe, which fit her perfectly.
The Qiao family surrounded Qiao Lian'er, praising her with admiration.
Lian'er was already beautiful, and now her features are gradually becoming more defined. Her eyes and brows are intelligent and heroic, and she also has a hint of the kind of confident air that can control everything.
Once I put on these clothes, that feeling became tangible.
It really is like someone standing on a mountaintop, directing everything.
Qiao Lian'er realized that she was now a strategist, receiving a monthly salary, and was considered a proper official with a considerable title. Her family could now afford to wear satin.
"Grandma, make those silks and satins into clothes first. Don't rush to wear them. We'll talk about it later."
She couldn't let people think that she had become arrogant and complacent after becoming a strategist, or let her family boast about it.
"Okay, make it and set it aside." Old Mrs. Qiao understood.
The next day, Wei Lizheng from Fengle Village came to visit.
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