After the family had finished their New Year greetings, the village children began coming to their door as well.
Yang Zhengshan had prepared a whole basket of red envelopes, along with plenty of malt candy. Everyone who came received one; each child got a red envelope and a piece of candy.
There were only two copper coins in each red envelope, but that was enough to make the children leap for joy.
It was not only children from the clan who came to offer New Year greetings. Some children with other surnames came as well, and Yang Zhengshan made no distinction between them. Anyone who came received something.
By the end of the morning, Yang Zhengshan felt as though his cheeks had been frozen stiff from smiling, while the children's noise had left his head spinning.
Lively as it was, it truly was terribly noisy.
After the second day of the New Year came the time for exchanging visits. The Yang Family had few relatives; aside from relations by marriage, Yang Zhengshan had no brothers or sisters. Thus, after making one trip to the Lu Family in Qinghe Town, he no longer needed to go out.
In the blink of an eye, the fifth day arrived. The festive atmosphere still lingered, but Yang Zhengshan had already resumed his martial training routine.
Early in the morning, he went to the back mountain.
His spear danced through the air, stirring up a fierce gust of spear wind that sent loose stones on the ground shooting away.
The spear wind grew swifter, and the Spear Light faster.
Suddenly, Yang Zhengshan leaped more than ten feet into the air, and his spearhead stabbed viciously into a millstone-sized boulder.
Pfft! The spearhead sank in, and the boulder shattered.
At the sight, a sharp gleam burst