Chapter 10 Refugees, Recruiting Apprentices

Just when Yang Zhengshan was hesitating whether to go into the mountains for a stroll, a boy of 14 or 15 years old came to his house.

"Grandpa Zhengshan, my grandpa is looking for you!"

The boy's name is Yang Chengze, and he is Yang Zhengxiang's eldest grandson.

"What happened?" Yang Zhengshan put down the hatchet in his hand and asked.

Yang Chengze quickly walked up to him and said, "There are some people fleeing from outside the village who want to seek shelter in our village."

"Refugees? Where did the refugees come from?" Yang Zhengshan asked in surprise.

The autumn harvest has just begun, which should be the richest time for ordinary people. Now they are fleeing unless they encounter a man-made disaster.

"In Xiaolin Village, banditry broke out the night before yesterday. The whole village was burned down! Hundreds of people died, and only a dozen people escaped. Now they have all come to our Yangjia Village!" Yang Chengze said.

Yang Zhengshan frowned slightly. The announcement he saw in the county yesterday was about banditry. He didn't expect to encounter refugees caused by banditry today.

Xiaolin Village is just north of the mountain behind Yangjiacun, about ten miles away from Yangjiacun.

Winter is coming soon. The villagers of Xiaolin Village have escaped the banditry, but without food and houses, it is difficult for them to survive in the cold winter.

Among the surrounding villages, Yangjiacun may not be the richest, but it is the most powerful. It is reasonable for Yangjiacun to seek asylum after Xiaolin Village encountered banditry.

"Let's go over and have a look!" Yang Zhengshan did not refuse and walked out of the village with Yang Chengze.

He is now the elder of the Yang clan, and Yang Zhengxiang likes to take him with him in everything he does.

In fact, Yang Zhengxiang's thoughts are very simple. He is already old and does not know how long he can live. If he dies, then Yang Zhengshan will be the only warrior left in Yangjia Village. In the future, the Yang family must rely on Yang Zhengshan.

Arriving at the entrance of the village, Yang Zhengshan immediately saw a group of embarrassed villagers standing in the open space at the entrance of the village. There were also many villagers from Yangjia Village watching the fun.

"Clan leader!" Yang Zhengshan walked into the crowd and greeted Yang Zhengxiang.

"Zhengshan is here." Yang Zhengxiang pulled Yang Zhengshan close to him, and there were several elders of the Yang clan beside him who also greeted Yang Zhengshan warmly.

In fact, Yangjia Village has experience in hosting refugees. Most of the villagers in Yangjia Village are from the Yang clan, but there are also seven or eight households with foreign surnames. They all fled in the past.

It is not difficult for Yangjiacun to take in a few families of refugees.

Of course, taking them in is not free. All expenses are lent to them, and they will have to pay them back in the future.

"These two households are simple. There are two dilapidated houses behind the village that can be lent to them. They can return to Xiaolin Village after the winter!"

Yang Zhengxiang pointed at the two families standing together and said.

It is not a good choice for these people to live in Yangjia Village. The fields around Yangjia Village have long been divided. Except for some wasteland in the back mountains that can be opened up, there is no other free land.

Without fields, there is no basis for survival. They can live temporarily in Yangjia Village, but they cannot settle down in Yangjia Village.

"The trouble is with those three kids!"

Yang Zhengshan looked in the direction Yang Zhengxiang pointed, and saw two children, a boy and a girl, about ten years old standing there. The girl also held a crying baby in her arms.

"The man's name is Lin Zhan, and the woman's name is Wang Daya. The baby in his arms is Wang Daya's younger brother. He is only three months old. Their families were killed by bandits." Yang Zhengxiang said with some pity.

Yang Zhengshan also felt that these three children were pitiful, but he did not say anything. Although Yang Zhengxiang always wanted him to get more involved in clan affairs, he did not want to be a village chief who mediates neighborhood disputes, so he has been doing this all this time. It’s about listening more and talking less.

"That Lin Zhan is pretty good-looking, and your Yun Xue is about the same age!" Yang Zhengxiang suddenly said with a change of voice.

Yang Zhengshan was stunned and did not react for a while.

"What does it have to do with Yun Xue?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he understood what Yang Zhengxiang meant.

Lin Zhan was about ten years old, and Yang Yunxue was also about ten years old. Although they were not old enough to get married, they were not a few years old.

Looking for a son-in-law?

Yang Zhengshan thought about it and felt it was not necessary.

Now that he has money and food, the life of the Yang family will definitely be better in the future. He can definitely help Yang Yunxue find a husband as he wishes. There is no need to recruit a son-in-law.

The status of a son-in-law is too low, and if he is not handled properly, he will become an enemy more easily.

"Forget it about recruiting a son-in-law, let them come and take a look. If they are suitable, I will accept two apprentices!" Yang Zhengshan said casually.

An apprentice is much better than a son-in-law. Anyway, the Yang family is not short of food for three people now, so it is not difficult to raise several apprentices.

"Accept a disciple!" Yang Zhengxiang did not expect that Yang Zhengshan would accept a disciple, "If you accept a disciple, it is not as good as accepting a disciple from the clan."

Yang Zhengshan's expression froze, and he had forgotten about this incident.

If he accepts a disciple, it is naturally more appropriate to accept a disciple from within the clan.

But he didn't want to take on a disciple, he just felt pity for these three children, so he wanted to take them home.

But now that his words have been spoken, it seems inappropriate not to accept this apprentice.

"There is no need to accept disciples in the clan. Just choose a few outstanding juniors and send them to me! Just choose three, around fifteen years old." Yang Zhengshan thought of a compromise.

"That's great!" Yang Zhengxiang smiled while stroking his long beard.

Yang Zhengshan is willing to help the clan train the younger generations, which is naturally a good thing.

In fact, Yang Zhengxiang had trained the younger generations of his clan before, but he didn't seem to have the talent to be a teacher. He trained more than a dozen people, including his own children and grandchildren, but he failed to cultivate a single warrior.

He didn't know if Yang Zhengshan could train warriors, but he was still very happy that Yang Zhengshan was willing to contribute.

Yang Zhengshan didn't say much, and said to the three children: "You guys, follow me!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhan walked directly behind Yang Zhengshan without saying a word. Wang Daya was a little timid, but seeing Lin Zhan leaving, she quickly followed with her brother in her arms.

"Okay, let's all disperse. Follow me!" Yang Zhengxiang also left with the two families.

Yang Zhengshan's home lives behind Yangjia Village, which is relatively close to the back mountain. From the village entrance to his home, he almost has to pass through the entire Yangjia Village.

Yang Zhengshan didn't say anything, just walked home with his hands behind his back.

Lin Zhan followed him closely, his bright eyes seemed full of expectation.

He did not hear the conversation between Yang Zhengshan and Yang Zhengxiang, but he knew that he needed someone to rely on, and the elder in front of him was likely to be his future support.

In comparison, Wang Daya was much more timid and just kept her head down and followed.

Although Yang Zhengshan said nothing, he was observing the two children.

Lin Zhan is obviously a child with ideas. As for Wang Daya's cowardice, Yang Zhengshan doesn't dislike it. After all, he is just a ten-year-old child. He has encountered another disaster and lost his family. It is reasonable to be timid and panic. matter.

"Dad, who are they?"

Back home, Yang Mingcheng looked at Lin Zhan and the others and asked doubtfully.

"Talk inside the room!" Yang Zhengshan walked into the main room.

The child's cries drew everyone in the Yang family out, and they all looked at the three children with puzzled faces.

"How old is this child?" Yang Zhengshan asked Wang Daya gently.

Wang Daya lowered his head and said softly: "It's been three months!"

Yang Zhengshan nodded and said to the curious Wang, "Wang, you can take care of this child."

Three months old, the same age as the eldest granddaughter Qingwan. The only person in the family who can provide food rations for this child is Wang.

Mrs. Wang didn't ask any more questions and stepped forward to take the child from Wang Daya's arms.

"This is my brother!" Wang Daya was a little confused and a little scared, hugging her brother tightly.

"He's hungry!" Wang said softly.

Wang Daya looked at her and hesitated before letting go of his brother.

Mrs. Wang hugged the child and returned to the house, but within a moment, the sound of the child crying disappeared.

Yang Zhengshan asked about the situation of Lin Zhan and Wang Daya.

Both were nine years old. When they encountered banditry, their families were killed by butcher's knife to protect them.

However, their situations are different. Lin Zhan is the one protected by his family, while Wang Daya is the one who protects his younger brother.

The two people gave the main answer to Lin Zhan. Although Lin Zhan was also very nervous, he spoke in a very orderly manner.

"Have you read the book?" Yang Zhengshan looked at Lin Zhan and asked.

"My father enlightened me!" Lin Zhan said.

Yang Zhengshan's expression moved slightly, "You are Lin Xiucai's son!"

There was Lin Xiucai in Xiaolin Village. I had never seen him before, but I had heard of him.

"Um!"

When talking about his father, Lin Zhan felt a little depressed.

"Do you want to continue studying in the future?" Yang Zhengshan continued to ask.

"I am willing to obey my uncle's arrangements!" Lin Zhan replied respectfully.

The corners of Yang Zhengshan's mouth curled up slightly. He was a smart boy, and he knew that he was getting close so quickly.

"Just call me master from now on! My Yang family has a martial arts heritage. You guys should follow me to practice martial arts first. As for studying, we can talk about it later!"

There is no conflict between studying and practicing martial arts. Whether to support Lin Zhan to study depends on Lin Zhan's character. If Lin Zhan is a kind-hearted person, Yang Zhengshan will not mind supporting him to study.

"Disciple, kowtow to the master!" Lin Zhan was really smart and kowtowed to the master very simply.

In comparison, Wang Daya was much slower. After Lin Zhan finished kowtowing, she kowtowed and said, "Disciple, kowtow to master!"

"Get up!" Yang Zhengshan nodded with satisfaction, then turned to Yang Mingcheng and said, "Take care of your third brother's room and let Lin Zhan stay there first."

"Yunxue, Daya will live with you from now on!"

Naturally, the family did not dare to oppose Yang Zhengshan's decision. After hearing his instructions, Yang Mingcheng and Yang Yunxue immediately agreed.