Yang Chengyou pulled a long face. "Then what do you want?"
Yang Chengxian smiled. "Third Brother, I don't want much. Two jars of wine will do. Mm, Hundred Herb Brew!"
Hearing this, Yang Chengmou also said with a smile, "Then I want two jars too!"
"Second Brother!" Yang Chengyou was about to cry, looking miserably at Yang Chengmou.
His current cultivation was only at the seventh layer of the Postnatal Realm, and his yearly Cultivation Salary was only six jars of wine.
Yang Chengzhang seemed not to have seen Yang Chengyou's tragic act and ran up in front of him, saying, "Brother, you're my real brother. I definitely won't trick you!"
"Mm, mm, mm!" Yang Chengyou nodded repeatedly, and in his heart, he immediately felt that blood brothers were more reliable after all.
Yang Chengzhang chuckled. "We can't forget Eldest Brother's share either. Send Eldest Brother two jars of good wine too. As your younger brother, I'll ask for a little less—one jin of tea leaves!"
"Give Sixth Brother and Seventh Brother one jin of tea leaves too! What do you think?"
As he spoke, he looked toward Yang Chengzhen and Yang Chengyu.
Yang Chengyu hurriedly nodded. "I have no objection!"
Aside from Yang Chengan, he was the youngest of the eight brothers, and there was a huge age gap between him and these older brothers. In the past, his older brothers never brought him along to play. Now that Fifth Brother was willing to bring him along to trick Fourth Brother, he could not help getting excited.
"I have no objection either!" Yang Chengzhen smiled gently and said.
Yang Chengzhang thought about it. "Chengan is still young. Wine and tea leaves aren't suitable for him, so give him one jin of Bee Queen Honey!"
He had actually started making