On the first day of the New Year, Yang Zhenshan gave a red envelope to every member of the household.
It goes without saying for Yang Mingcheng and the others, as Yang Zhenshan put some thought into preparing their red envelopes.
Yang Zhenshan had the craftsmen in the office forge spears for Yang Mingcheng, Yang Minghao, Yang Yunxue, Lin Zhan, and Wang Yunqiao, using refined iron which he had Mr. Lu purchase.
Each spear cost more than fifty taels of silver. Although they were not divine weapons, they were much better than the standard military weapons.
For Yang Mingcheng and Yang Minghao, such spears weren't much, but for Yang Yunxue, Lin Zhan, and Wang Yunqiao, they were rare gifts.
Although they were young, they had been training with spears for several years, having only used wooden spears before. Today, finally having an iron spear of their own, the three were naturally overjoyed.
"Thank you, Dad!"
"Thank you, Master!"
