Yang Chengyou wore a bitter expression, "Then what do you want?"
Yang Chengxian chuckled, "Third brother, I don't want much, just two jars of wine, hmm, Hundred Herbs Brew!"
Yang Chengmao, upon hearing this, also laughed and said, "Then I want two jars as well!"
"Second brother!" Yang Chengyou was about to cry, looking pitifully at Yang Chengmao.
His current cultivation was only at the Postnatal Seventh Layer, and his annual cultivation salary was just six jars of wine.
Yang Chengzhang did not seem to consider Yang Chengyou's whining, rushed to him, and said, "Brother, you are my real brother, I definitely won't cheat you!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Yang Chengyou nodded repeatedly, suddenly feeling that his brother was more reliable.
Yang Chengzhang grinned, "We can't forget eldest brother's share either, let's send two jars of good wine to eldest brother. As a younger brother, I'll ask for a little less, a pound of tea leaves!"
