It turned out that the old man in the purple robe was surnamed Yang, and he was the patriarch of the Yang clan in Yangjia Village in the valley, and the clansmen generally called him the patriarch directly, but did not call him by his name, and the old man in the white robe was surnamed Yang, and he was invited by the Yang Dynasty to come to Yangjia Village to be a teacher, and no one knew what his real name was, and the villagers called him Mr. Yang, because the first time they met in this pavilion at the end of the day, and they met and intersected because of chess, so they would come here at this time every day to kill a few games.

Seeing that the other party was so sincere, Yang Lao was also passable on his face, although he knew that the other party was giving him a step, his anger suddenly disappeared, and he turned his head and just wanted to say something. At this time, there was the sound of footsteps behind him, and when he looked back, he saw a young man coming slowly.

I saw the young man walk up to the two, bow down to the two, and each made a junior salute, saying: "Hello patriarch, good old Mr. Yang, the old lady said that dinner is ready, and asked me to invite you back" It can be seen that this young man is usually very well trained and knows how to be polite.

"How is it, Lao Yang, let's go! Today I have asked someone to get some good wine from the bottom of the mountain, and we will have a good time in the evening," he said, and stood up as if what had just happened had never happened at all.

"Yes, I can't ask for it! We won't get drunk tonight, hahaha!" said Mr. Yang, laughing as he got up and walked in the direction of the village.

Yang Lao smiled and got up with this old friend and walked towards the village, suddenly seemed to think of something, turned back to the young man who was cleaning up the chessboard and said, "Xiaozhuang, I'll call your third young master to come to me in a while."

"Okay, I'll clean up here and go over, but I think the young master is afraid that he won't have time to come, the young lady is in labor, and said that she may be giving birth in the next few days, and the third young master has been staying there every inch these days." Xiao Zhuang stopped his movements and replied.

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot about it, so let's go another day. After saying that, he walked towards the village with Mr. Yang.

"Got it" Xiao Zhuang finished speaking, packed up the tea tray and left, but did not take the two boxes of black and white chess pieces with him.

It turned out that Yang Chao, the patriarch of Yangjia Village, had three sons, the eldest and the second were all married, the eldest and the second were both taken from the women of the village, and the eldest son had a son and a second son had a daughter, all of whom were more than ten years old.

At the age of twelve, despite the opposition of his family, he went out alone to learn the arts, and six years later, because he fell in love with the master's daughter, the sixteen-year-old Shui Rujian fell in love, and voluntarily stayed with no one to take care of him, only a daughter's master; three years later, Shui Ruji's father, Yang Ting's master, died of overwork, and only before his death promised to marry his daughter to him, arranged the master's funeral, and took the water as traces to parade to practice medicine for three years, one for filial piety, two for the master to accumulate blessings, and three to complete his wish to help the world and save people, and then returned to Yangjia Village with Shui Ruchen to complete the marriage。

After getting married, he opened a medicine hall in the village, which was designed for the people in the village to see a doctor, and he was also the only doctor in the village, almost all the people in the village had received the favor of Yang Ting, and the medical skills were also well-known in the village, and even some people outside the village also came here to see a doctor.

Although it has been four years since they got married, they will not be happy until this year, and the child will be born in these days, so Yang Ting is both happy and nervous, and he is unwilling to leave his wife for a moment, and always takes care of him.

Yang Chaozheng and Yang Lao were drinking wine around the table, and Yang Chao said to Mr. Yang:

"Come, compensate me for the "winter bamboo wine" brought by my trustee from Linzhen, it is said that this wine is brewed in autumn and winter, when the weather turns cool, after brewing, the wine is poured into the belly of the growing bamboo, the bamboo is pregnant with wine, and the bamboo is fed with wine; after the winter bamboo frost and snow cover, in the spring of the next year to cut down the bamboo to get wine; absorb the fragrance of bamboo, slightly reduce the strength of the wine, drink not only the fresh fragrance of bamboo, but also the mellow aroma of wine; golden and green, aromatic mellow, and the longer the aroma, the stronger the aroma, the more mellow the wine taste. This wine is more than 10 years old, and I asked a lot of people to buy these two tubes. As he spoke, he poured the wine from the bamboo tube into the bowl.

"Before you even enter the mouth, the wine is fragrant, it smells fresh and mellow, you don't need to drink it, just smell it and know that this is a rare good wine." Mr. Yang picked up the wine bowl and sniffed it with his nose and said.