Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 335: Chapter 325: If you throw a tantrum at me again, I’ll castrate you!

Yang Family Village.

At this time, Yang Family Village had undergone tremendous changes compared to ten years ago.

The formerly dilapidated houses had all been replaced with blue brick and tiled residences, the muddy roads were now paved with bluestone slabs, and the once small village had expanded several times over.

In recent years, the growth of the Yang family had been incredibly rapid. The second year after Yang Zhenshan left Yang Family Village, the Yang family built a clan school, and over the ensuing years, the clan school continued to expand from its original handful of adobe huts to a college now occupying over ten acres.

The clan school was not just a place for studying but also for practicing martial arts.

Nowadays, it was mandatory for all children of the Yang family to receive an education and martial arts training, regardless of gender, starting from the age of five.

This was a rule set by Yang Zhenshan before.

At this moment, school had just let out, and little radish heads were walking out from under the stone-carved archway, most of them between the ages of six to ten. Older adolescents would finish their classes later.

Yang Zhengxiang stood with his hands clasped behind his back in front of the archway, stroking his graying beard, looking at the happy children with a benevolent smile on his face.

”Grandpa Clan Leader!”

”Ancestor!”

Many children greeted him, and he responded to each with a smile.

After all the children had left, he leisurely strolled back home with his hands still clasped behind his back.

His favorite activity nowadays was to wander around the clan school, especially enjoying the sight of playful children, which filled him with a sense of satisfaction.

Yang Zhengxiang’s home was still in the center of the village, but now, their residence was a grand three-sectioned compound, no longer the modest peasant homestead of the past.

Not every household in Yang Family Village lived in such grand courtyards; in fact, most homes were still individual small courtyards, having merely replaced the adobe houses with brick and tiled ones.

There were only two large compounds in Yang Family Village, one belonged to Yang Zhengxiang, and the other to Yang Zhenshan.

Talk of unfairness aside, as the Clan Leader, Yang Zhengxiang deserved to live in a large house. As for Yang Zhenshan’s family, although the man was not present, their courtyard was still cleaned daily.

The construction of these houses was actually a collective effort by the clan, funded by the clan’s assets.

The clan assets of the Yang family were no small amount, with more than thirty thousand acres of farmland, hundreds of tenant households, and many shops owned by the Yang family.

The annual income from the clan assets alone amounted to several thousand taels of silver, which was more than enough to build a compound for every villager.

Yang Zhengxiang returned home just in time to run into Yang Minghui.

”Dad, Uncle Zhengshan has sent a letter!”

”The letter!” Yang Zhengxiang walked towards the courtyard with hands still clasped behind him.

”Here it is!” Yang Minghui quickly handed him the letter.

Yang Zhengxiang found a bright spot and carefully read the contents of the letter.

Over the past few years, Yang Zhenshan’s letters had become less frequent, arriving every three or four months.

The reason for this change was twofold: first, due to the clan’s affairs being on the right track, the rules that needed to be established had been set, and Yang Zhengxiang no longer needed to correspond frequently with him about these matters; second, Yang Zhenshan was sometimes too busy to write often.

And as for the Yang family, it wouldn’t make sense for Yang Zhenshan to send just an ordinary invitation. He wrote a letter detailing the situation and future planning of the Tenglong Guard, suggesting that if there were any clan members adept at commerce, they might develop their skills with the Tenglong Guard, or the clan itself could invest in some properties there.

After reading the letter, Yang Zhengxiang furrowed his brows and muttered softly, ”Maritime trade?”

”Do you know about maritime trade?” he asked Yang Minghui, who was beside him.

Yang Minghui shook his head, ”I’ve heard that there are many merchants in Liao’an Prefecture who own sea ships, but I know nothing about maritime trade.”