In the blink of an eye, two days had passed.
Early that morning, Yang Zhengshan rode around Yang Family Village on horseback.
The original owner had not known how to ride, and Yang Zhengshan himself had never even seen a horse before, so he had to learn riding from scratch.
Fortunately, Red Cloud had a gentle temperament, and Yang Zhengshan's physique far surpassed that of ordinary people. Riding was not difficult for him, but mastering horsemanship would still require time and diligent practice.
With no one to guide him, Yang Zhengshan could only feel his way forward and adapt on his own.
Every day, he set aside half an hour to ride Red Cloud around Yang Family Village. He did not gallop, merely guiding Red Cloud along at a leisurely stroll.
This not only fostered affection between him and Red Cloud, but also built mutual understanding.
It was not just him. Yang Mingcheng, Yang Mingzhi, and Yang Mingwu also rode around once each day.
Today was the day the Yang Family held their banquet. After riding around the village once, Yang Zhengshan returned home directly to prepare for the feast.
Wang and Li brought out the ingredients prepared yesterday. Yang Mingcheng and Yang Mingzhi set up two large cauldrons in the courtyard, while Yang Minghao, Yang Yunxue, and the others washed ingredients beside the well.
A little after nine in the morning, the head chef from a restaurant in the county town arrived with four apprentices.
Before long, the fragrance of food drifted out from the Yang Family courtyard.
The neighboring villagers also came over to help. Tables and benches were set out from the Yang Family's entrance all the way to the great locust tree at the center of the village.
Yang Zhengshan, Yang Zhengxiang, and several clan elders