"At present, we need to do three things. First, select young men for training. Second, reinforce the village's defenses. Third, find a temporary place to live within Changqing Mountain!" Yang Zhengshan continued.
Yang Zhengxiang lowered his head and pondered for a moment. "You handle training the young men. Leave the rest to me!"
He had probably guessed Yang Zhengshan's intentions. Yang Zhengshan wanted to train the young men not only to protect Yang Family Village, but also to carve out merit and achievement for himself.
This was Yang Zhengshan's selfish ambition, yet Yang Zhengxiang did not oppose it. He even welcomed it.
Yang Zhengshan was a member of the Yang Clan. If Yang Zhengshan truly fought his way onto a broad and prosperous road, it would be a good thing for the Yang Clan as well.
Perhaps that broad road would need to be paved with much flesh and blood, but he was still willing to support Yang Zhengshan.
Martial Artists were different from scholars. Scholars could earn official honors through examinations; once their names appeared on the list, wealth and glory would be theirs. Martial Artists, however, could only tread upon blood and corpses to reach splendor and honor.
With Yang Zhengxiang's support, selecting young men in Yang Family Village went very smoothly.
Yang Family Village had a total of seventy-eight households. A household here was not a family of three or four; nearly every household had more than ten people.
The entire village probably had around a thousand residents, with two to three hundred young and able-bodied men between fifteen and thirty-five. Yet Yang Zhengshan selected only a little over a hundred.
Those he selected were around twenty years old, men who dared to fight and kill. As for the sly, lazy, cowardly, and useless ones, naturally he