Early in the morning, figures could be seen in the Yang Family's main courtyard and the two side courtyards to the east and west, wielding long spears.
But the inner residence was where the women trained. Yang Zhengshan, Yang Mingcheng, and the others all left the fortress to train; their cultivation was high, and the courtyards could no longer give them room to display it.
As for the servants, the women followed their mistresses and trained in the inner residence, while the men followed their masters and trained before the official office.
Practicing martial arts was not only a Yang Family habit; it had also become the habit of everyone in Yinghe Fortress.
There was no need to mention those military households. Even the Liu Family had started training along with them.
Yang Zhengshan was not a stingy man. As long as they were willing to practice martial arts, Yang Zhengshan was willing to give them the foundational techniques of the Martial Dao.
The spear technique passed down through the Yang Family could be taught to outsiders, and the sword techniques, saber techniques, and the like that he had obtained could also be taught to outsiders.
Of course, if Yang Zhengshan had some secret manual of divine arts in his hands, he probably would not be willing to pass it on to outsiders.
Day by day, time passed, and before anyone knew it, it was almost the season of the autumn harvest again.
This year, Chongshan Town had favorable winds and timely rains, and the crops in the fields were growing very well.
Yang Zhengshan stood beside the wheat field outside the tun fortress, looking at the golden waves of wheat, a faint smile appearing at the corners of his mouth.
"My lord, this year's harvest will be very good!