Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1539 - 739 Farewell Inkstone_2

Chapter 1539: Chapter 739 Farewell Inkstone_2

Yan Fei feigned confusion: "What ability?"

"That’s not very nice of you!" Now Meng Si’an, relying on his injured state, dared to speak up. "I’ve never mentioned this to anyone else. Can’t you just quietly tell me? Must I ask someone else...about your ability to flip a car over and drag it back up!"

Yan Fei continued to play dumb: "Really? I don’t remember. I was too anxious after hearing you guys were injured. Besides, there was that tractor driver helping. I guess he was quite frightened too, and I was so anxious, both of us just unleashed our potential. Haven’t you heard, some grandmothers can lift cars to save their grandchildren..."

"You’re really not being nice!" Meng Si’an was so angry he couldn’t find other words to say, just repeating the same phrase over and over. "That’s really not nice!"

"Well, I reckon it’s no longer possible for you to reach my level now, but drinking Medicinal Wine while practicing martial arts could definitely make you stronger than the average person. Some young guys who started working in my field right away can now be considered Kung Fu masters." Yan Fei, seeing Meng Si’an like this, felt a little too sorry to keep deceiving him.

"I actually practice martial arts too, but just the kind for strengthening the body, like elderly calisthenics. I’ve followed my grandfather practicing since I was little, but I’ve fallen behind these two years since I started working in society," Meng Si’an lamented. "I used to see some people practicing martial arts almost like superhuman, but my grandfather said it requires tough training and didn’t let me follow in those footsteps."

After soliloquizing for a while, he asked as if offhand: "Boss Yan, what kind of Kung Fu do you practice? Could you teach me a couple of moves?"

Yan Fei chuckled and asked him, holding a jar: "Want some soup?"

Meng Si’an felt disinterested and muttered softly: "Not nice at all, what’s wrong with passing on a few moves..."

After the car accident last night, seeing the tractor driver wanting to help but fearing he’d make the car flip again, he could only flag down cars on the road, hoping to find someone to assist.

Turns out a few large trucks loaded with goods were flagged down but none stopped. Just as he was sinking into despair, a motorcycle roared over like a charging bull...

Then he heard Yan Fei tell that tractor driver to give him a hand, not sure if the driver helped or not, but then felt the car gently righting itself. Following that, the half-tipped car at the edge of the ditch was somehow dragged to the roadside...

Then Yan Fei came up and wrenched the car doors open, rescuing them one by one...

At that moment, Yan Fei appeared to him quite literally as a savior descending from the heavens. Even his rather rough manner of yanking the doors open seemed to Meng Si’an to possess a strangely domineering and aesthetic beauty.

Although he didn’t see it with his own eyes while inside the car, he could still imagine Yan Fei emanating a heroic stance of ’resenting the heavens and earth for lack of handholds and footholds’!

So domineering! So fierce!

Luckily, he was also a man and quite straight in that regard. Otherwise, just imagining Yan Fei’s demeanor in that moment, he probably wouldn’t find it difficult to offer himself in gratitude.

Meng Si’an’s family allowed him to come into contact with ’strange and extraordinary’ martial artists—some who could break thick wooden stakes with a chop of the hand, some who could smash a dozen large blue bricks with one kick. But he had always seen these feats as brute force, and not only was his grandfather reluctant for him to suffer, but he himself also couldn’t bear to put in such laborious effort. It wasn’t until the car accident last night that he suddenly started to harbor a ’Kung Fu dream’.

Sadly, he was destined never to fulfill this dream. Yan Fei wouldn’t tell him that expecting to practice Kung Fu and be able to pull an almost two-ton car stranded in a ditch onto the road was less plausible than... remembering to save the numbers of several cranes in the area where he goes out.

This morning, the car from the Capital arrived, brought by one of Meng Si’an’s sisters. After arriving, she briefly expressed her gratitude to Yan Fei, waved her jade-like hand, and several ambulances took the three patients away.

Only then did Yan Fei have time to find Director Niu to talk about the tractor driver’s incident.

Actually, he was a bit angry too. There were many tractors in the village, but they usually ran on the rural dirt roads where it was okay to stop anytime because there were hardly any cars on those roads, and those broken roads didn’t allow for fast driving anyway.

But to park like that on the national highway, wasn’t that intentionally causing trouble?

Luckily, it was just a small car that had crashed into it. If it had been a long-distance hauler hitting it, the driver who was fixing his vehicle at the front would have been no better off.

He dragged on for half the day talking to Director Niu, just to scare the car owner a little longer, lest he forget the lesson in the future.

To his surprise, when he returned home at noon, not long after eating, the car owner came over, bringing with him a special product—Golden Pears, a famous local commodity, and brought over almost an entire large bag of them.

The car owner, a man in his forties, wasn’t much of a talker. With a face full of gratitude and a silly grin, after putting down the pears, he took a ’big stone’ out of the old school bag he was carrying and said, "This has been passed down in our family for ages, I guess it’s pretty old. We don’t really understand it, but I’ve heard that antiques can be worth some money nowadays. We really have nothing else to give. Boss Yan, please keep this as a trinket!"

Turns out Director Niu deliberately praised Yan Fei, conveying a message to the car owner that it was Boss Yan who spoke favorably about them and asked for a favor, which is why his responsibility wasn’t pursued further.

As for the car owner, the moment he learned that the few people in the vehicle were ’big shots’ from the Capital, he was so frightened that he almost fled on his own account to avoid burdening his family—The average rural villager, lacking sophistication, carries an awe of the Capital, a fear that can be absolutely paralyzing.

So, after being able to return home, the whole family felt the relief of a narrow escape. Immediately, they thought of expressing their thanks to Boss Yan. They searched but found nothing particularly valuable at home, and so decided to bring the inkstone, which had been passed down for who knows how long.

Before Yan Fei could even begin to decline, Professor He swooped in next to him, snatched the inkstone, and began turning it over in his hands, studying it carefully.

While examining it, he murmured, "Nice piece, nice piece, where are you from, fellow?"

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Yan Fei had a look at the inkstone as well. He had seen inkstones before, but they were just plain blocks. This one, though, viewed from the back looked like just a stone, but the front was carved with a landscape of mountains and pavilions—a truly fine work.

Upon hearing where the middle-aged man was from, Professor He became excited: "Then it’s definitely authentic, a genuine Yellow Stone Inkstone, no question about it. Judging by its appearance, it seems quite old. Did any notable figures emerge from your ancestors?"

The middle-aged man was clueless—his family only knew it was an inkstone, and to be honest, they weren’t clear on how to use it. It was only with the rising interest in antiques that they realized this particular stone might also be one.

As for famous ancestors, he had no idea. At most, he had heard older generations talking grandly about this ancestor or that, but he never took it seriously—In the years when food was scarce, no matter how impressive the lineage was, it couldn’t be eaten. It was just something to proudly mention in casual conversation.

Seeing he couldn’t get much information, Professor He was visibly pleased with the inkstone: "This is indeed a great item, and so well-preserved! Very nice, very nice!"

Why wouldn’t it be well-preserved? Back home it was just considered a stone. Since they didn’t know how to use it, it sat on the windowsill as a paperweight—certainly better to look at than a brick.

"How much are you selling this for?" After examining it for a while, Professor He asked.

"It’s not for sale, not for sale," the middle-aged man said, waving his hands dismissively. "It’s just a stone, of no use in our house, you can keep it if you like it. Boss Yan saved our whole family, we really have nothing to offer..."

"No need, no need," said Yan Fei, from the side. "This is an elder of mine, and if he likes it, you should name a price. I’ll buy it. As for yesterday’s incident, just pretend it never happened."

"It really doesn’t cost money!" The middle-aged man insisted.

Yan Fei had no choice but to ask Professor He, "Teacher, how much do you think this is worth?"

Professor He casually replied, "This should be an ancient inkstone with some history, one of China’s five famous inkstones. It should be worth at least twenty thousand yuan!"

Yan Fei immediately took out twenty thousand yuan: "My elder here is a professor at the Provincial Agricultural University, rest assured, he wouldn’t spout nonsense. We don’t know exactly how much it’s worth right now, so I’ll give you twenty thousand, and you can go ask around. If it’s not enough, come back later..."

Everyone knows about Boss Yan’s noble character and his generosity in spending. He wouldn’t tarnish his reputation over such a small sum of money, would he?