Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

As for his relationship with Yang Zhenshan, it wasn’t a significant issue.

Be it kinship or the favor of a recommendation, these were common practices in the military.

You can’t neglect someone just because they were recommended by someone.

Trust needs to be cultivated, as does loyalty.

Whether Luo Feiyu could gain Wang Bin’s trust in the future depended on his own performance.

On this matter, Yang Zhenshan could offer no help.

After all, he couldn’t make decisions for Wang Bin.

June 8th.

Ding San’s father, Zhu Shanghe, arrived in An Yuan City with his family.

This old soldier was slightly thin, with a slightly sallow complexion, but the sharpness in his bones was unmistakable.

Compared to him, the original body was much worse.

It was normal, during the battle at Black Cloud Mountain, the original body was only fifteen years old, having been enlisted for just a year, while Zhu Shanghe was already a Postnatal Martial Artist and served as a Bazong of Hundred Households at that time.

If Zhu Shanghe had not been injured, he would at least be a city garrison by now.

”Zhu has seen Master Yang!”

In the main hall of the office, Zhu Shanghe greeted Yang Zhenshan with a fist and palm salute.

Behind him followed an old woman and a little girl.

The old woman was Zhu’s wife, Ms. Wang, Ding San’s mother, and the little girl was Ding San’s sister, Zhu Yu, who was only ten years old.

”Brother Zhu, no need for such formalities, haha, please have a seat!”

”Serve the tea, Han Fei!”

Yang Zhenshan warmly called out.

Han Fei was a clever person; seeing there was a little girl, he also served some pastries along with the tea.

”Brother Zhu, speaking of which, we are comrades!”

”That year I was fifteen, I was in the Camp!”

”But I was luckier than you, I survived intact.”

”I have a brother, who lost a leg, alas~~”

Yang Zhenshan intentionally brought up the battle of Black Cloud Mountain, aiming to enhance their relationship.

Indeed, hearing Yang Zhenshan say this, Zhu Shanghe relaxed a lot.

Being wounded soldiers from the battle of Black Cloud Mountain, they had a common topic.

To this end, Yang Zhenshan also deliberately mentioned Lu Zhou.

The two chatted for about half an hour until Wu Hai came over to report, ”Master, everything is ready!”

”Good!” Yang Zhenshan nodded and smiled at Zhu Shanghe, ”Brother Zhu, settle down for now, we can talk about other matters tomorrow!”

”Then this old man thanks Master Yang for his care!”

Zhu Shanghe thanked him with a salute.

Yang Zhenshan cheerfully nodded, and Wu Hai stepped forward to lead them away.

Zhu Shanghe was not a servant or a long-term worker of the Yang family, he was more like a client of Yang Zhenshan.

Thus, Yang Zhenshan not only had to arrange a place for him to live, but also had to provide him with a salary, and this salary couldn’t be too low.