Just as Yang Zhengshan was preparing the New Year gifts, the Yang family welcomed an unexpected guest.
Yang Zhengxiang had come to Anyuan Prefecture City.
When Yang Zhengshan received the news and hurried back from outside, he saw Yang Zhengxiang and Yang Minghui sitting in the hall at a glance.
"Clan Chief, what brings you here?"
Yang Zhengshan truly had not expected Yang Zhengxiang to come to Anyuan Prefecture City, and Yang Zhengxiang had not sent him any letter in advance either.
Anyuan Prefecture City was relatively far from Chongshan Pass City, and the Lu Family's caravans did not come to Anyuan Prefecture City, so during this period, Yang Zhengshan's correspondence with the clan had no longer been as frequent.
Now that he saw Yang Zhengxiang again, Yang Zhengshan was still rather excited in his heart.
Toward this old brother, his heart was still filled with respect and gratitude.
The respect was because of Yang Zhengxiang's character. This old man had devoted half his life to the Yang Clan, working diligently and conscientiously.
The gratitude was because of Yang Zhengxiang's support for him. From the very beginning in Yang Family Village, when he had organized the young and strong to face the Hu Tribe in battle, to later, when Yang Zhengshan came to Chongshan Town, Yang Zhengxiang could be said to have granted his every request.
If one had to ask who had helped Yang Zhengshan the most after he came to this world, Zhou Lan could undoubtedly be placed first, while Yang Zhengxiang was second.
Seeing Yang Zhengshan, Yang Zhengxiang immediately beamed with joy. "Zhengshan!"
Yang Zhengshan stepped forward to support Yang Zhengxiang. Yang Zhengxiang was already fifty-nine this year, only one year short of sixty.
In the countryside, sixty was already considered a ripe old age. Even a