Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 87 - 87 85 Disciples Refugees

?Chapter 87: Chapter 85 Disciples, Refugees Chapter 87: Chapter 85 Disciples, Refugees Yang Zhenshan looked up at Ms. Li, her face weary, and said, “I’ve already sent someone to inform Ming Zhi. He should be able to return tomorrow!”

Recently, Zhou Lan also began military training, and Yang Mingzhi has been busy with this, hence why he hasn’t returned yet.

But his wife and children have all arrived; Yang Mingzhi should come back to take a look. Besides, Ms. Li is pregnant, and it’s been over half a year; it’s inappropriate for him not to return.

“Thank you, Dad!” Ms. Li smiled warmly, slightly bowing in gratitude.

Yang Zhenshan nodded slightly. Ms. Li was much gentler than Ms. Wang and had an open mind; indeed, she was a good woman.

“You must be tired too; everyone should go rest first. We can talk about anything else later tonight!” Yang Zhenshan said.

“Big brother, sister-in-law, come with me!” Yang Minghao immediately spoke up.

After saying this, he led everyone out of the main hall.

The government office compound of Yinghe Castle was quite spacious: the main courtyard had four main rooms, four rooms each in the east and west wings, and two side rooms. Each of the two cross-yards had three main rooms and two side rooms. Additionally, there was a four-room structure in the front courtyard and a five-room annex in the back courtyard.

All in all, there were over thirty rooms, more than enough to house the large family of Yang Zhenshan.

Yang Zhenshan had already arranged where everyone would stay: the eldest living in the east wing, the second in the west wing, Yang Yunxue and Wang Yunqiao staying in the side rooms of the residential buildings; Yang Minghao and Lin Zhan were in the front courtyard.

After everyone inspected their respective accommodations, Yang Mingcheng returned to the main hall of the main courtyard.

“Dad, this is a letter from grandpa!”

Hearing it was a letter from Lu Songhe, Yang Zhenshan quickly took it.

He had also written to Lu Songhe during this period, especially during Mid-Autumn Festival; he made sure to send his regards.

“Did you send the Mid-Autumn Festival gifts to your grandpa as I instructed?” Yang Zhenshan asked.

“Following Dad’s orders, I picked some brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones from the storeroom and sent them!” Yang Mingcheng replied earnestly.

Yang Zhenshan nodded slightly. The writing materials at his home were mostly gifts they had received before, especially the thank-you gifts from Zhou Lan, among which were many fine brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones, most of which Yang Zhenshan had given to the Lu family.

It couldn’t be helped; the Yang family now only had one academic, Lin Zhan, and couldn’t make use of that many writing materials.

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