Upon entering the rear hall, he indeed saw Liang Xiu standing in the room, studying the scroll paintings on the wall. Hearing footsteps, Liang Xiu hurriedly turned back. "Nephew greets Uncle!"
"Haha, what's this? You kid are interested in painting too?" Yang Zhengshan said with a laugh.
"No. This kid was only bored and passing the time," Liang Xiu said.
Liang Xiu was already nineteen now. Back when Yang Zhengshan had gone to the Liang Family Cloth Shop, this kid had only been six. In the blink of an eye, thirteen years had passed, and Liang Xiu had grown up too.
"Sit," Yang Zhengshan said, reaching out to gesture for him to take a seat.
The pageboy hurriedly served tea to Yang Zhengshan, while also changing Liang Xiu's tea for a fresh cup.
"How has your dad's health been lately?" Yang Zhengshan asked.
"Dad's health is still all right. It's just that he's older now, and his body isn't what it used to be," Liang Xiu said.
Yang Zhengshan calculated in his heart. Third Master Liang was now forty-seven or forty-eight. He was not a martial artist, and at forty-seven or forty-eight, he could already be counted as an old man.
"Mm. I haven't seen your dad in a long time. I rather miss him," Yang Zhengshan said.
The two families were in-laws. In the years after Yang Mingzhi and Liang Zhen married, Third Master Liang had often come to the Yang Family to see his daughter, and Yang Zhengshan and he had often drunk together.
But as the years passed, Third Master Liang rarely came to the Yang Family anymore. On one hand, Third Master Liang had grown older; on the other, the distance between the two families had also grown farther. Previously, the Yang Family had been in