Over the next few days, Yang Zhengshan remained busy.
The banquet was over, but there were still many matters within the clan to handle.
Road construction, building a Clan School, purchasing clan property—Yang Zhengshan needed to state his position on all of these. After all, those eight hundred taels of silver had nominally come from him.
After several more busy days, Matchmaker Wang came calling.
Inside the Yang Family's main hall, Matchmaker Wang beamed at Yang Zhengshan. "Master Yang, this old woman has already looked into the young lady from Liang's Cloth Shop. She's a good girl!"
Ever since his family had taken on Tenant Farmers, Yang Zhengshan had been elevated to the rank of "master."
At first, only the Tenant Farmers had called him that. Later, some of the villagers with other surnames followed suit, and now even people from several surrounding villages addressed him that way.
"Liang's Cloth Shop?" Yang Zhengshan looked at her in surprise.
Wang hurriedly stepped forward to explain, "Father, Third Brother has taken a liking to the young lady from Liang's Cloth Shop!"
Yang Minghao looked at Yang Zhengshan with eager, pleading eyes.
Yang Zhengshan shot him a glance.
No wonder the boy had seemed so absent-minded these past few days. So this was what it was about!
"Tell me the details."
"Of course!" Matchmaker Wang answered with a smile, then began introducing the young lady from Liang's Cloth Shop.
The young lady truly was the daughter of the cloth shop's proprietor. She was fourteen this year, pretty and delicate in appearance, and usually helped out at the shop.
As for her temperament, according to Matchmaker Wang, she was gentle and virtuous, cultured and reasonable, kind to others, and so on.
"This old woman isn't spouting nonsense. To learn about this young lady, I