Yang Zhengshan returned to the Yang Family home near dusk.
The Yang Family home was still lively. The matter at Jiang Family Village had already been settled, and the young men from Yang Family Village had all returned.
With nothing else to do, Yang Chengze, Yang Chengxu, and Yang Qinwu came to the Yang Family home to practice martial arts.
But there was one more person today—Yang Minghao had returned as well.
"Father!" When Yang Minghao saw Yang Zhengshan, he pursed his lips, his face full of grievance.
Yang Zhengshan was slightly taken aback when he saw him. "Why are you back?"
"I missed home!" Yang Minghao said pitifully.
How could he not feel wronged?
Only after returning home did he learn that the family was living well now. Not only did they have meat at every meal, but his eldest and second brothers had also resumed their martial training.
And him?
Every day, he hammered iron in the blacksmith's shop—hard, exhausting work, and no meat to eat.
Thinking of all the hardship he had suffered, then of the good life at home, he truly wanted to ask Yang Zhengshan whether he had been picked up from somewhere.
If he really had asked, Yang Zhengshan would certainly have said: That's right, you were picked up. Not just you—this whole family was picked up by me. What are you going to do about it?
Well, Yang Zhengshan truly had forgotten about this youngest son. Aside from seeing him on his first trip to the county town, he had never thought of this youngest son again.
Don't blame him. With so many people in this family, it was only natural that some would be overlooked.
Yang Mingcheng and Yang Mingzhi were at least close by; even if he wanted to overlook them,