"Check out!"
"Right away!"
When the shopkeeper saw the books Yang Zhengshan had chosen, his beard nearly crooked from smiling.
Whether cultivation manuals or military texts, they were all dead stock in his shop.
Stock like this might not sell even one copy in a whole year.
He had never expected to run into someone with water in his brain today, who actually bought six books in one go.
"Take care, honored guest!"
After leaving the bookshop, Yang Zhengshan went to Treasure Medicine Pavilion and bought a hundred-year-old ginseng root.
A full seven hundred taels of silver—Yang Zhengshan's heart nearly ached to death.
After that, Yang Zhengshan bought some fine tea leaves, furs, and cloth.
"Damn it, I'll have to save up more family fortune in the future, or I won't even have money for New Year gifts!"
Yang Zhengshan secretly grumbled in his heart.
That day, he spent over a thousand taels of silver. If not for the two thousand taels of thanks-money from Second Master Lu, he truly would not have been able to afford gifts.
He did not concern himself with how Yang Mingcheng's preparations were going. After staying another night in the small courtyard, he returned to Yinghe Fortress.
There was still half a month until New Year, which meant he had to write a military text within half a month.
Time was tight. Yang Zhengshan hurried back to Yinghe Fortress and plunged straight into the study.
At first, he had wanted to write a Record of Military Training, but after pondering for a long time, he realized that Record of Military Training was not easy to write. Many things had to be weighed carefully before they could be set down.
Formations, battle arrays—these drills looked simple, but they were very difficult to write about. The