For over ten consecutive days, Yang Zhenshan visited all the ramparts and signal towers, met all the soldiers and military households, and dealt with a batch of inactive flag officers.
After several bouts of busyness, Yang Zhenshan felt like he was going bald.
A great deal of his hair had fallen out; he joked to himself that at this rate, he would soon become a top-notch martial artist.
Meanwhile, as Yang Zhenshan was busily engaged, Yang Family Village received news of his promotion.
The Yang family.
"Ah~~"
Yang Mingcheng, looking at the letter in his hand, let out a surprised shout, startling Ms. Wang, who was serving dishes next to him.
"What are you screaming about, head of the house?"
The plump Ms. Wang slapped Yang Mingcheng in her haste.
Yang Mingcheng snapped back to his senses, his face breaking into a beaming smile: "Wife, Dad has been promoted, he's been made a household head!"
"What?" Ms. Wang doubted her ears.
