The Centurion even considered in his heart that if things didn't change, he might as well just resign from this position.
No longer would he serve as a Centurion.
This position not only required daily exhausting training, but it was also incredibly tiring and, most importantly, it didn't earn any silver. The annual military salary was never fully paid.
Furthermore, if not for the back pay granted after the new housing registration, their owed pay had already been delayed for half a year, and previously it was common to owe pay for a year or more.
Despite this, the combined annual salary never exceeded ten taels of silver. This meant that during one holiday, he could earn ten years' worth of salary.
In the face of such huge interests, how could he still be interested in doing those things?
He had already decided to come here every day just to participate in this lottery for wine. As long as he could draw a cask each day, he would have ten taels of silver coming in daily.
