Yang Zhengshan had no idea Liu Yuanfu was being scolded. If he had known, he would definitely have clapped and cheered.
Who told that old man to be so foul-tempered and stubborn? Yang Zhengshan had gone to the Liu Family several times before, wanting to ask Liu Yuanfu for guidance on certain matters, but the old man had not given him the slightest face, not even a pleasant expression.
If not for the fact that the other members of the Liu Family all treated him very well, he truly would have wanted to send that old man to the construction site to haul bricks and let him experience what human suffering was.
That New Year, everyone in the Yang Family spent it in great joy. The whole large family was together, both warm and cheerful.
On the first day of the first lunar month, Yang Zhengshan handed out a whole basket of red envelopes. Almost every little child in the Tun Fortress received one from him.
However, this year they were in Yinghe Fortress, so visiting relatives and paying New Year calls were all spared.
The lively New Year quickly passed.
In the twenty-fifth year of Chengping, on the tenth day of the first lunar month, the soldiers who had gone home for the New Year returned to Yinghe Fortress one after another.
The next stage of training continued.
Even the freezing cold could not stop the soldiers' enthusiasm for training.
Because Yang Zhengshan had already announced the date of the martial competition.
The twenty-eighth day of the first lunar month.
The official posts of two Battalion Commanders, two Trial Battalion Commanders, and sixteen Squad Leaders were waiting for them. How could they not train hard?
Early in the morning, just as the sky was beginning to brighten, waves of