25th Year of Chengping, October 28.
Chongshan Town had already entered winter, and the cold north wind howled in from beyond the pass, slicing across people's faces like knives.
Outside Yinghe Fortress, heads bobbed in a dense crowd, driving away the chill of the north.
Today, Yang Zhengshan was leaving Yinghe Fortress, and almost everyone in the fortress had come out to see him off.
A long convoy stopped on the road by the south gate of the Tun Fortress, and Yang Zhengshan stood at the rear of the convoy, looking at the dark mass of people.
His gaze swept over them, taking in one familiar face after another, and he smiled in relief while stroking his beard.
In life, one always had to do something.
After coming here, though there had always been things in his heart that did not sit quite right with him, he had felt the satisfaction brought by a sense of accomplishment.
To be able to do something for everyone, to let these military households live better days, to receive the approval of so many people—it had not been in vain for him to make this journey through this world.
On this day of departure, several thousand people came to see him off.
If he could go back, he could boast about today's scene for the rest of his life.
"Take care!"
Yang Zhengshan patted Yang Chengze on the shoulder. The young fellow's eyes had gone red. Hehe~~
"Uncle!" Yang Chengze called.
Yang Zhengshan slightly nodded, then swept his gaze over the other Yang Family Disciples.
"You all must take care!"
He had already said everything that needed to be said before. He had spoken with every Yang Family Disciple alone, guiding them patiently and teaching them earnestly.
Calling them his juniors made Yang Zhengshan