My Wife is the World’s Greatest Divine Martial General

“Gu Mengyao, you little bitch, listen carefully. This money belongs to us Yangs. Don’t be ungrateful. Hand over the money quickly, or don’t blame me for making Goudan beat you.”

“That’s right. My third brother was kind enough to have his son marry into the Gu family. Now that you have money, you don’t even show respect to your in-laws. You’re really something!”

“Mother-in-law, Sister-in-law, why are we still talking out here? Let’s just go in and take it! These things all belong to the old Yang family anyway. Better than letting others benefit.”

“Right, these all belong to us.”

Gu Yu hadn’t even reached home when he heard the commotion.

After understanding what was being said, he couldn’t help but frown, thinking that the old Yang family was truly impatient, coming to their door so early.

Yang Xingwang, the head of the old Yang family, was sold to a wealthy household surnamed Qian when he was young because his family was poor and had many children. After coincidentally saving the young master’s life, he was asked by Master Qian what reward he wanted. Yang Xingwang replied that he only wanted to marry a wife and return home to farm.

Master Qian treated Yang Xingwang, who had saved his son’s life, very well. He directly married his serving girl Chunhua to him, gave them some rewards, and then sent the couple back to their hometown.

Afterward, Yang Xingwang and his wife, who had reverted to her original name Li Shuang, returned to Yang Village and began their farming life.

Over the years, Old Man Yang and Madam Li had a total of seven children, five sons and two daughters.

The first four sons were named after “literary and martial excellence”: Yang Zhiwen, Yang Zhiwu, Yang Zhishuang, and Yang Zhiquan.

The eldest, Yang Zhiwen, was now thirty-three years old, an honest farmer. His wife Wang Juan had given birth to three sons and one daughter.

The second son, Yang Zhiwu, was thirty years old. Because he was lazy and couldn’t earn money, he had only recently married a few years ago. His wife Li Mengzhu had only given birth to one son.

The third son, Yang Zhishuang, was twenty-eight years old. Years ago, he went hunting in the mountains and later worked in town. His wife died early, leaving only one son to depend on. After marrying his son into the Gu family, he died by crashing into the front door of the old Yang residence.

The fourth son, Yang Zhiquan, was twenty-eight years old and the twin brother of Yang Zhishuang. At fifteen, he went to work in town and caught the eye of the owner of the Wen family’s general store, who married his only daughter Wen Shuangshuang to him. After having a son and a daughter, they continued to live in town. Except for sending money and goods back home, they were only seen during festivals.

The eldest daughter, Yang Man, had married out early. The youngest, a pair of twins named Yang Shun and Yang Jiaojiao, were just sixteen years old. Yang Shun, who had passed the Tongsheng examination at sixteen, was the pride of the old Yang family.

The name Yang Shun was chosen to mean “smooth sailing all the way.” Because he was clever from a young age, the old Yang family supported his education through gritted teeth, using the money from their dozen or so mu of land and what their sons earned working outside.

When Yang Shun passed the Tongsheng examination at sixteen, the old Yang family was overjoyed, believing Yang Shun was destined to become an official.

After all, even though Village Chief Yang Hong had passed the Xiucai examination, he was already over forty, which couldn’t compare to the sixteen-year-old Yang Shun.

So Yang Shun’s status in the family was second only to Old Man Yang. Everything in the house prioritized him, even the eldest grandson who was beloved by Old Man Yang had to take a back seat.

The information Gu Yu had heard from others had let him understand the family structure of the old Yang residence.

Ancient families really had a lot of people. The Yang family alone was a long list… Now, Gu Yu only knew the names of Old Man Yang’s sons and daughters. As for the grandchildren, just thinking about them gave him a headache.

Having so many children in one lifetime—no wonder there were always wars in ancient times. If they had always been in peaceful times, the imperial court would probably have had to implement a family planning policy.